Next to the stables of the Tyniec military camp, Art stirred the wheat paste in the copper pot with a wooden spoon and asked Ron, who was sitting on a broken wooden stool and drinking porridge: "Ron, how are your legs? Can you walk?"

Is it done?"

"Master, it still hurts a little, but it's much better. What kind of grass did you apply on me? My wound healed very quickly." Ron was very curious about Art's treatment method of applying mashed weeds to the wound.

"Ron, if you don't want to be tied to a cross and burned to death by the Church Inquisition, it's best not to ask any more questions." Art has always been cautious about using this "pagan" healing technique, and has lived in this world for three years.

When he was 20, he was aware of the way those in the church treated so-called "heretics", and he was afraid that he would be found out and sued to the church, which would cause him unexplainable trouble.

? Art stepped forward and opened the linen wrapped around Ron's leg, looked at the healing of the wound, and said: "Ron, since your leg injury is almost healed, we will have to return to the valley in a day or two.

"

"Sir, Bas and Kazak should have arrived in Tyniec by now, why haven't they caught up yet?" Ron was a little worried that the two guys had taken the money and ran away.

??Art was even more worried that something would happen to the two of them on the road, "Let's wait a little longer. We'll go back to the valley after finishing the last big thing."

??"Okay sir, we have been out for a month, and I have begun to miss my parents and Camille. I wonder how they are doing now."

"Don't worry, no one can threaten them hiding in the deserted valley. Besides, there is enough food in the wooden house." Art comforted them.

??While the two were talking, Odo walked out of the warehouse next to the lord's hall, came to the two Ates and said: "Sir, last night there were robbers on the grain march in the north of the city and stole hundreds of pounds of wheat. Fortunately,

We did not store it at that grain store. Now I have brought the grain truck and all the items into the official warehouse, but the steward of the official warehouse is so shady that he actually charged us two pfennigs for care."

??In the past few days, the three of them stayed at the stables of the military camp in Tyniec. Odo slept on the grain truck with his tomahawk in his arms at night, for fear that the grain would be stolen.

"Two pfennig is just two pfennig. It's better than having your grain stolen. Otto, after dinner, go to the free market in the south of the city and buy a big clay pot for making porridge. Do you still have enough money? Not enough."

I'll give you some more." Art ordered Odo.

"That's enough, my lord, you still have more than ten pfennigs left with the money you gave me yesterday to buy farm tools." Otto said, walking to the copper pot where the wheat paste was being cooked, picking up the wooden bowl and scooping out a large spoonful.

"Ron, you and I will go to the weapons depot in the military camp later. It's time to pick up the weapons that Mr. Pierre has allocated to us. I'm afraid it won't be easy to pick up after a long time."

??.............

??In the small room next to the armory, a fat and big-headed armory steward turned over several times the small piece of parchment with the seal of Viscount Pierre handed over by Art.

??"Master Steward, is there anything wrong with this weapons allocation list?" Art asked softly.

??The steward raised his head and glanced at Art, and sneered: "There is no problem with the weapons allocation list, but recently Lord Pierre has been recruiting young and strong refugees to serve as city defenders. I am afraid that there are not enough weapons in the library."

~" As he spoke, he glanced at the money bag on Art's waist.

??If you don’t understand this, you are an idiot.

??Art turned his back, took off the money bag from his waist, took out three penny coins, took out two more coins, turned around and handed it to the steward.

??The steward stood up and weighed a few fine copper pfennig in his hand. He suddenly became happy and his face suddenly changed into a smile: "You must be the patrol officer who just took office, right? Master Pierre has already ordered the weapons."

The library has prepared a batch of weapons for you. This morning, the Sheriff wanted to replace the weapons prepared for you, but I persuaded you to keep them."

Art secretly cursed the sheriff and followed the steward to the weapons warehouse.

The weapons depot is the core of the Tyniec military camp. The depot is a house built with stone walls and a locked iron door. There is a spear-wielding soldier standing guard at the door.

??The warehouse does seem a bit empty. There are some long and short iron spearheads, notched swords, short-handled handaxes, semicircular iron helmets, leather armor, long hook knives, maces and other weapons and armor scattered on the weapon rack.

What catches the eye are several crossbows on the wall and bundles of arrows neatly stacked in the corners.

??The steward led the two men to a corner, pointed to a bundle of iron-tipped short spears and several broad swords and battle axes in the corner and said: "Sir patrol officer, these are the weapons assigned to you by Mr. Pierre. Please

You take a look."

??Art nodded to Ron, and Ron stepped forward and counted them carefully. There were indeed eight short spears, a broad sword, two battle axes, and a heavy hammer.

??As he was leaving with the weapon in his arms, Art accidentally glanced at the large iron spearheads scattered in a broken wooden box beside him. Art handed the short spear in his arms to Ron, walked to the broken wooden box, and picked up a spear.

I looked at the spearheads and found that these iron spearheads were replaced by some wear and tear on the spear tips or broken spear shafts. They were discarded weapons that needed to be remade or forged.

??Art picked up a spearhead and wiped the sharp blade with his thumb. His heart brightened. He stood up and pointed at the broken wooden box and said to the arsenal steward: "Master Steward, are these all used weapons that have been replaced and need to be refurbished?"

??The steward nodded, "Yeah, that's right."

?? Art was overjoyed. He took off the money bag from his waist and looked at the steward with a smile, and said: "Now, these used spearheads have been sent to the blacksmith's furnace in the military camp, haven't they?" He took out a large

Take Finny...

??In the end, Art spent fifty pfennigs and chose ten iron spearheads at the price of scrap metal. The arsenal manager, who had tasted the sweetness, recommended several sets of shabby winter clothes and weapons to Art.

Clothes, of course Art bought them one by one...

??When Art and Art returned to the stable of the military camp with a large bundle of weapons and uniforms on their shoulders, Odo was carrying a wooden spoon to add wheat paste to the wooden bowls of the two people sitting in front of the copper pot.

??Yes, they are Bas and Kazak who have not come to Tyniec for a long time to meet up.

??Seeing Art coming, the two of them quickly put down their wooden bowls, stood up and took off their rag felt hats, bowed to Art and said, "Sir, we are late, and we are willing to accept the punishment."

??Art put down his weapon and motioned for the two of them to sit down, and asked: "Why are you so late? What happened on the way?"

??Kazak touched his hair and said with some embarrassment: "Sir, we met a few bandits on the way here. In order to avoid those guys, we took a detour on the road, and ended up taking the wrong road.

We took a long detour to the west before we found our way to Tyniec."

??"Then how did you find this place?" Ron asked from the side.

??"I asked the guard guarding the city and he said that the newly arrived patrol officer lived next to the stables of the military camp in the city. So we searched all the way over." Bass replied.

??"Okay, you came at the right time. We will leave Tyniec in a day or two."

Art saw Bass and Kazak holding two large bowls of wheat paste in their hands, and asked, "Are you full?"

Bass looked at the wooden bowl and said sheepishly: "It was just served, and I haven't had time to eat it yet."

"Okay, don't eat. We are all together today, and I will take you to a tavern in the city for a good meal."

Art said and ordered Odo: "Odo, take Kazak and send these weapons and materials to the official warehouse, and then come to Free Buffalo to find us."

"Ron Bass, let's go to the pub first."

With that said, he took Ron and Bass out of the military camp and walked towards the largest pub in the city...

............

It was still early and there were no customers dining in the tavern yet.

Art, who was wearing leather armor and a long sword, followed by several followers, attracted the attention of the tavern owner. Seeing the distinguished guest coming, the owner hurried forward to greet him.

When the shop owner saw Art's face, he was surprised and asked with a smile: "Isn't this brother hunter? Are you coming to the city to sell fur products again?"

The shop owner took another look at Art's clothing and the few muscular men behind him, and realized that the man in front of him was no longer the taciturn hunter before.

"Man, what are you doing?" The shopkeeper looked at Art up and down.

Ron stepped forward and said to the shopkeeper arrogantly: "My master is no longer a hunter. He is now the southern border patrol officer appointed by the palace!"

The shop owner had a look of disbelief on his face. After looking at it for a long time, he said: "So the notice posted outside the city is talking about you! Are you Art Wood Wells, the newly appointed security patrol officer of the southern border of Tynets County?"

Art smiled and replied: "Yes, I am the guy on the notice."

"Oh, my God, welcome, Mr. Inspector." The shopkeeper bowed and saluted Art, moved out of the aisle and invited Art and his group to enter the tavern...

Everyone sat down, and the shopkeeper brought several large glasses of beer to the table on a tray. He said with a smile: "Sir Inspector, these are the glasses I've invited for you. Congratulations on your promotion to Inspector. If you need me in the future, please feel free to ask me."

explain."

The shopkeeper has been a businessman for many years, and he is proficient in the art of flattery. Now the unknown little hunter in the past has transformed into a patrol officer appointed by the palace. Although he does not have jurisdiction over the affairs of the city of Tyniec, his attitude still needs to change, and it is worth it.

In these troubled times, those with swords in their hands are naturally superior to others. Fortunately, although I had no friendship with this hunter in the past, I never offended anyone.

Art was not surprised at all by the change in the shop owner's attitude, which was why Art wanted to seek an identity.

"Thank you very much. Prepare some rich food for us. I will pay you according to the price."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The owner turned around and walked into the kitchen, personally preparing food for Art and the others.

The Odo people suddenly felt their faces light up and their spirits were high.

Art coughed lightly, and after making sure there was no one around, he whispered: "Everyone, I officially took up my post as patrol officer two days ago. Now that everyone is here, I will arrange the next things.
Chapter completed!