Sir Rhett has just retreated from the canyon defense line, so he should be very clear, right? "

Then he sighed and said, "I used to listen to my father telling stories about the front line, but now, several years have passed, and I have never heard anyone talk about the front line again."

Glancing at Gary, Leiter thought for a moment and said, “The canyon defense line is just a small battlefield, and the situation in the past few years is similar to when your father was fighting.

However, the biggest change is that in recent years, more and more Blood Moon Werewolves of royal bloodline have been sent to the canyon defense line.

But they are all low-level Blood Moon Werewolves, nothing to be afraid of, I even helped kill one once."

Thinking of the Blood Moon Werewolf, he even wanted to thank him.

If it wasn't for a Blood Moon Werewolf who made a mistake, fell behind and got lost, and was besieged and killed by their team, he would have also gotten an assist.

If you want to meet the requirements for promotion to a noble rank, you will have to work hard for many more years.

"Blood Moon Werewolf? Have you ever killed a Blood Moon Werewolf?" Gary's voice rose three degrees and he suddenly became energetic.

Thinking back to my father's description, the Blood Moon Werewolf's sharp claws can easily crush steel and shatter iron. It has both speed and strength. If a knight encounters a lone one, it would be like a nightmare.

The Blood Moon Werewolf's bloodthirsty talent allows it to devour flesh and blood and quickly restore its strength.

If it is not dealt with in time, it will become the inexhaustible god of war on the battlefield.

The knight squad his father once served in was severely damaged by the Blood Moon Werewolf.

Everyone else died, but thanks to his father who was a scout and had great agility, he managed to escape with his life.

Gary still remembers the fear on his father's face when he described the experience.

"My father's team was almost wiped out, but you were able to assist a Blood Moon Werewolf. You're amazing!" Gary exclaimed from the bottom of his heart! "That's probably because your father's team doesn't have a magician." Lei Te thought to himself.

He believed what Baron Gary said about his father's experience.

After all, the Blood Moon Werewolf's close combat capability is indeed very strong, and the royal bloodline among the orcs is not in vain.

In a one-on-one duel, whether it is a magician or a knight, the situation is that they lose less and win more.

But what is a battlefield? It is not a competition arena or a place for sparring where friendship comes first.

A place where any means are acceptable for victory or defeat, life or death.

As a royal bloodline, the Blood Moon Werewolves are not without flaws.

Its growth cycle is slow and its size and number are even smaller than that of the human army, which means it cannot be deployed on a large scale, at least not on a small battlefield on the canyon defense line.

At the same time, there is no obvious long-range advantage, and the best methods are throwing spears, throwing stones, etc.

Therefore, the team formed by magicians and knights can fight against the Blood Moon Werewolves on equal terms. If they are well prepared, they have more than 50% chance of winning.

Especially poisoned weapons, combined with the magician's long-range harassment and restrictive magic, can greatly reduce the threat of the Blood Moon Werewolf.

After learning that the other party had returned from the battlefield where the number of werewolves increased during the Blood Moon, and had made great contributions, Gary's evaluation of them rose to a higher level.

During the subsequent visit to Dam Town, Gary's tone became involuntarily more polite.

"Sir Leiter, I think we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship. What do you think?"

"Oh? What exactly do you mean?"

"For example, the seafood from Sun Lake has a unique taste. Not only do I love to eat it, but even the servants in the castle praise the fresh and tender taste every time they taste it!" Gary gave a thumbs up.

The nobles are very particular about food.

His generation was not corrupted by the extravagant lifestyle, but influenced by his father's disciplined style, they were still relatively self-disciplined in their lives.

Only in eating, he has relaxed restrictions. Three meals a day, tea and snacks, all pursue delicious taste, which is an important part of his life pleasure.

"Sir Gary loves the seafood of Sun Lake. As the lord of Eagle Town, I am very happy. As for the price, since your father and I served in the canyon defense line together, I will charge one silver coin per pound. How about that?" The transaction price offered by Rhett was 10% off the usual price.

Even so, this price is not cheap considering the market price of ordinary food.

But who made Lei Te's Sun Lake almost monopolize the market in a considerable part of the area? In this world, the impact of supply and demand on prices often deviates from the value itself.

“The price is good, but”

"But what?" Rhett asked. He didn't think there was anything worth complaining about.

"I think I have something you need more than gold coins." Gary pointed to his waist confidently without any bargaining expression.

"A long sword? You plan to sell swords? Um. I mean, you plan to use this long sword made of rock iron wood to exchange for aquatic products?" Rhett looked at it and found that the color of the surface was almost the same as that of the rock iron tree trunks in the Chitie Mountain area.

“Sir Rhett has good observation skills. Yes, this is a knight training sword made of rock iron wood.

It may not be as hard and durable as weapons made by alchemical means, but it is more durable and more effective than ordinary weapons forged from pig iron. Sir Leiter can feel it." He took out the long sword with one hand, handed it over horizontally, and made a gesture of invitation with the other hand.

The proposal of barter attracted the attention of Tucker and Riley. Rhett took the long sword handed to him by Gary, held it in his hand, and felt the heavy weight, which was no less than an ordinary long sword forged from cast iron.

He looked at Gary in surprise, "It seems to be 30% heavier than ordinary rock ironwood?"

The latter nodded and said, "That's right, so it feels better. Whether it is used for knight training or to deal with some ordinary beasts, its cost performance is absolutely satisfactory!"

"Father, can I feel it?" Tucker's big eyes flashed with deep curiosity.

"Sure. Here you go."

Whoosh Tucker picked up the long sword and waved it twice to prevent hurting the people around him. The long sword made waves of sound when he swung it.

Soon after, he laid it flat in front of him and flicked the sword gently. Tucker nodded, "It's better than our training swords."

After Tucker felt it, Ruilai took it over. After careful observation and experience, he gave his evaluation: The durability of rock iron wood is much better than iron, saving time and effort. If it is replaced with our training long sword, at least we don’t have to worry about frequent wear and tear, bending and other accidents.

"So, is Sir Rhett satisfied with my proposal? Please believe that the price I offer will not let you suffer a loss." Gary looked at Rhett with a smile.

There are many ironwood trees in the territory, and they grow every year.

The knight's sword doesn't consume much wood at all. It is purely a show of goodwill and a way to befriend this potential lord of Young Eagle Town.

"The population of Young Eagle Town is limited, and the blacksmith shop does not have enough staff. It would be much easier if the long sword was made of rock iron wood." Rhett narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself.

It is naturally impossible for an ordinary apprentice knight to own alchemical equipment. Only a first-level knight can enjoy the treatment of an alchemical sword.

"Yes, this will be a good deal." Rhett smiled and made a decision.

Whether it is aquaculture or long sword training, it is a trivial matter and not worth hesitating or wavering.

A discussion on the details.

Finally, the transaction was settled on a long iron sword in exchange for ten kilograms of seafood.

Bartering was a very common thing among nobles.

(End of this chapter)