Trond felt panic, who has spent so much money? No one has spent it.
But now that the boss has given him the task, he has to do his best.
Otherwise, how can you deal with the old man’s cart that the boss has been pushing for three consecutive days? Oh no, it should be the youth pulling the cart.
Now that everyone has become a formal militia group, they should have a decent outfit, and they can’t be like stragglers. You use a knife and I use a sword.
This is definitely not appropriate. But the problem comes again. Everyone’s equipment is basically “ancestral”. Even if it is of little value, the symbolic meaning is very important.
Those equipments were handed over to them by their elderly parents in person, with the blessings of their elders and villagers.
In the end, Trond came up with a compromise plan. Since the replacement was not enough, then the renovation would cost less money.
Then he wrote “equipment modification” on the first line of the catalog.
After the equipment transformation, he has to consider more things, such as shields, one-handed swords, bows and other combat supplies, at least ensure that everyone has at least one spare set.
In addition, magic scrolls cannot be saved. Strategic props such as mist orbs and dynamic maps must be spent.
Supplies must also be taken into account. Everyone carried a lot of materials, but to be honest, the energy conversion rate of these materials was very low.
It seems that the number is quite large, but if the two armies really face each other, they will be exhausted in a short time.
No supplies (Uzi) will not work. Trond also wrote down the supplies he needed.
Next, he began to count each person’s individual needs. It was a tedious job, and Trond was doing it for the first time, but he was very thoughtful and did a pretty good job.
After counting personal needs, Trond brought more than 20 people to the Ionian market and started precise purchases.
Liszt didn’t follow him. First, he didn’t have any personal needs. Second, he didn’t like the noisy and noisy environment of the market.
Trond and the others set out in the morning and returned at dusk. More than 20 people were sitting in the carriage, with five galloping horses walking in front of them.
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Wind horses are very common in Ionia and are the mainstream “tool beasts”. They are fast and explosive, and can be used as mounts and carts.
However, at the same time, the hurricane horses are very valuable, and the cheapest hurricane horses can be sold for 5 golden wheels, but now the dark militia group is not short of money, so they directly buy five.
Now, Liszt is already the boss of the dark militia, and he has to pay attention to his personal image more or less. He is destined to say goodbye to Liszt because of the hard work like pulling a flower cart before.
Ionia’s craftsmen are very capable, and in such a short period of time, everyone’s equipment has been remodeled.
The Dark Militia Corps, of course, must be black, and everyone can’t wait to wear black armor on their bodies – I have to say that these cold black armors are still very handsome.
In addition to weapons and supplies, Trond used the remaining money to buy food and wine. The soldiers settled in a temporary camp outside the city. After night fell, a bonfire party began in the camp.
They drank and ate meat, and shouted to persuade them to brag, and in the end they were all drunk.
Covance smelled of alcohol all over his body. He accidentally fell into the wine vat just now. If it wasn’t for Trond’s quick eyes and hands, Covance might have died.
He pulled Liszt’s arm and said inarticulately: “Old… boss! Drink! Drink! Another drink!”
Liszt took the wine glass that Covance handed over, raised his head and drank it, then he sighed melancholy and said, “I can’t help it, I still don’t feel it.”
Fine wine is good to drink, but it is just good to drink. For Liszt, fine wine is no different from beverages.
No matter how much he eats, he will never endure, and no matter how much he drinks, he will never get drunk. He envied other soldiers getting drunk, but he had already done two big wine jars, and still nothing happened.
Life…is really lonely as snow.
But I don’t know why, there is always a vague shadow in Liszt’s memory.
In the image composed of shadows, Liszt and many beauties intertwined, indulging in their pure white thighs.
Liszt knew that these things could not have happened, but the sense of déjà vu was so strong that he had an irresistible sense of tearing between dreams and reality.
“Ah.” Liszt sighed. He remembered Irelia-sama dancing, and couldn’t help sighing again.
“Boss.” Trond was also drunk. He was very young, his face was immature, and he looked like a child. He touched Liszt and said, “I… toast to you!”
“Okay.” Liszt grunted again.
Trond staggered, narrowed his eyes, and said to Liszt: “Boss, I now… regret it!”
“What do you regret?” Liszt asked.
“I regret… I went to the market today and didn’t bring back a few women,” Trond said.
“???” Three question marks appeared on Liszt’s head, “Why did you bring the woman back?”
“Old… boss…” Trond said inarticulately, “You’re not… still a virgin, are you?”
“What is a virgin?”
“It’s just… I haven’t been with a woman before.”
“What is that?”
“It’s…that’s…” Trond couldn’t explain it clearly in the end, he swayed twice, fell headfirst on the soft grass, and fell asleep like that.
Liszt was very unhappy and gave Trond’s ass two feet, stinky boy, can’t speak clearly, he deserves such a poor drink.
So what is a virgin? What’s with the woman? Which is that? Which is that? Liszt felt his mind was confused.
With these confusions, Liszt also lay on the grass. At this time all the soldiers were brought down by him, and everyone staggered on the grass, snoring loudly.
He looked at the starry sky in Ionia, the bright moonlight covering the ground like a veil, and the colorful stars blinking in the night sky.
So beautiful. Liszt smiled foolishly. But his smile soon turned bitter, and the joy in his heart turned into melancholy.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, as if his melancholy had become more frequent since he had that strange dream.
His parents had told him that the older he got, the more trouble he would get.
Could it be that he has grown up, so he has so many troubles?
But what does this have to do with that dream?
Liszt didn’t quite understand. He thinks he won’t be able to come up with an answer for a while, at least not tonight.
He simply stopped thinking about it and chose to close his eyes. It didn’t take long before he fell asleep.