The newly confessed ghoul servant was torn into pieces because he had no armor protection and tried his best to intercept the soldiers. Even his head was in tatters and full of bite marks. He had obviously lost his use value, so
Before he even got a single number, Downton killed him with a knife in his hand.
Downton held the oil lamp, stepped over its body, and walked towards the door of the armory.
No. 4 is limping and may die at any time. As for his combat effectiveness, it has dropped to the bottom line. In line with the principle of utilizing waste, Downton lets him be the pioneer.
Pushing aside the vines, two five-meter-high iron doors were exposed. They were stained with rust. If you touched them casually, you would see a handful of rust.
Downton poked at the crack of the door with his saber. It was very tight. Three flat white metal bars as wide as the palm of his hand locked the door tightly.
"Is this not broken?"
Downton wiped off the accumulated dust on the metal bar. This was a magic lock, and the rune array on it was much more complicated than those used by civilians.
"Let me check!" A green beam of light was emitted from the grimoire to detect the magic lock.
Downton was about to ask what the result was? The rune array lit up with a faint light, then clicked, split into two parts, and was successfully unlocked.
The Grimoire is indeed a large encyclopedia, its efficiency is astonishing, and it seems that nothing can hinder it.
Downton held down a door and pushed hard. The door shaft, which lacked lubricant, made a harsh sound. Fortunately, all the ghouls nearby had been killed, otherwise a group of them would have been attracted.
An old, moldy smell gushed out from the open gap, and the dust irritated his nasal cavity, causing Downton to cough.
Hanging the oil lamp on Number Four's arm, Downton ordered it to be the first to enter.
In the dark armory No. 1, the silence was eerie. Even the slightest breathing could be heard, especially No. 4's iron boots scraping against the ground, making an ear-piercing noise.
Downton would rather do this, as it would allow the demon servant to better attract monsters, but he felt that there should be no danger in the almost sealed armory.
The warehouse is as big as a football field and six meters high. There are some shelves with wooden boxes placed on them, so it doesn't look empty.
Downton was not in a hurry to check the loot. He followed No. 4 not far behind and carefully inspected every corner.
Celes couldn't help it anymore. She waved her hand and cast a lighting operation. She floated to a big box and fumbled with it curiously.
A ball flew to the roof, scattering light around and revealing the condition of most of the armory to everyone's view.
Not finding the crowbar, Celes violently dismantled the box. A phosphorus rocket hit the box, sawdust flew, and a black full-body light infantry armor was exposed.
The Death Banshee picked up the helmet, looked at it, threw it down, and opened the next box. It was the same infantry armor.
Phew, Downton blew into the wooden box fiercely, and after the accumulated dust flew away, the red writing on it was revealed.
Downton inserted the ogre saber into the gap, pried open the lid of the box with a creaking sound, and immediately started breathing heavily.
The armor is entirely black, with the red imperial national emblem branded on the chest.
It is based on a shield and is carved with a two-headed dragon wearing a crown, staring at the left and right sides respectively. Among the two symmetrical claws, one is holding a sword and the other is holding a scepter.
"This is the standard equipment of the Jutland Empire, warrior light infantry armor!" Through the words on the wooden box, Homer has determined the origin of these equipment.
"Yes!" Downton nodded. He understood the value of these armors better than Celes, who was inexperienced in world affairs.
In order to seal these weapons and armor, the ventilation openings in the armory were opened very small to minimize the convection of tidal air and ensure dryness.
The walls and floors were not only painted with a large amount of paint that easily absorbs moisture, but also engraved with some dehumidifying magic circles for daily use.
Although due to the passage of time, the magic stones embedded in the nodes have been used up, and even the lines of the magic circle have peeled off and broken along with the walls, due to the building structure, the warehouse is still very dry, plus the soldiers in charge of logistics at that time
I was not lazy, I put enough protective oil on the armor, so the degree of rust on these armors was very low.
Even an average blacksmith can grind, polish and maintain them without spending much time.
Downton quickened his pace and opened a box every ten meters. When he saw that they all contained armor and had not been resold by the logistics officer, he finally laughed.
"It's all armor, it's so boring." Celes, who had smashed dozens of boxes, floated over, her expression of disappointment palpable.
"Celeste, we are rich." Downton happily rubbed the Death Banshee's hair.
Arms are one of the best-selling commodities in any era!
Since the end of the fifth Holy War that swept across the entire Western Continent, there has been no large-scale war, but there have been many small-scale bloody wars.
The nine empires are competing against each other, and there seems to be an arms race going on secretly. The second- and third-rate countries are also undercurrents and tense, not to mention those principalities and families that have bloody conflicts from time to time due to land disputes, mineral veins, and religious beliefs.
In addition to the chaos in the human kingdom, the Maki Demon Empire located in the Dark Continent is also restless and is always planning a counterattack to capture the Western Continent.
The dark races underground are also coveting the rich resources on the surface, like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows, always ready to open their bloody fangs and hunt down their enemies.
Frankfurt, where Downton is located, is a third-rate country, and its surroundings are not peaceful. To the northwest is the Orc Empire that occupies the Sunset Prairie. To the west is the thousands of miles of dragon hills, where many alien tribes live. As for the east,
The bordering alliance of the Twelve Principalities in the North has been experiencing constant friction.
Twenty years ago, the northern countries jointly launched a war to conquer the Alliance of Twelve Principalities. Up to now, the consequences and trauma of the war have not faded.
In such a chaotic environment, it is impossible for the arms business not to be booming.
As one of the nine great empires, Saint Judrania's military technology is unquestionable. These armors called warriors are definitely of excellent quality and well-made.
In fact, even if it is not a high-quality product, Downton is not worried about not being able to sell it.
There are so many potential customers, not to mention those small fourth-rate countries and principalities with backward forging technology. The big nobles and wealthy businessmen in various places can consume a lot. Besides, there are almost no ore veins, and most of the iron tools have to be imported.
Orc tribe.
"If we let out the news about the ordnance, just sit at home and wait to collect the money!" Downton smiled, "I'll buy you whatever you want!"
"Waiting to collect the corpses!" Homer sneered, "I have almost guessed the origin of this underground city. If you dare to sell these weapons, I guarantee that within a week, you will be targeted by Jutland's spies and kidnapped.
, then tortured, and finally dumped into the wilderness.”
"I just dreamed about it and never thought about selling it." Downton cried out, "The gold coins, gems, and artworks in the dungeon are all gone. I'm not stupid, so why do I have to take risks and get unlucky weapons?"
Arms smuggling is a game that only powerful people with powerful backgrounds are qualified to participate in. If Downton breaks in rashly, he will definitely die without a burial place, not to mention that he has no way to explain the origin of these weapons.
The warrior suit is a standard armor. Even if the empire and legion emblems on it are polished off, the overall St. Jutland forging style cannot be concealed.
"If they can't be sold, wouldn't these equipment be useless? They're not as good as Downton's equipment, right?" Celes asked.
"These armors are for ordinary soldiers. If Downton is a small lord, or a noble who is allowed to have private soldiers, then he can set up more than a dozen guards of a hundred people to quickly increase his strength. Unfortunately, he is only a civilian.
"
Homer sighed, this is a world with strict hierarchies. Downton's birth was too different. Even if he had enough gold coins to fill the entire dungeon, he would not be qualified to buy land and manors, because these things would always be the label of aristocrats.
"What happened to the common people? Even if I am a serf or a slave, I will not feel inferior." Downton licked the corners of his chapped lips, "Just wait and see, I will definitely become a great noble and a lord with a lot of land."
As a poor little postman, Downton not only had to support himself, but also save his sister Elaine's tuition and living expenses. He lived a hard life of working at least sixteen hours a day, but he never gave up his dream of getting ahead.
"It's too far to talk about marrying a princess, becoming an imperial prince, or a great noble. My current goal is to become the mayor of Chenwu Town." When Downton thought of Liszt, who was the mayor's son, he
He threatened his life and blatantly blackmailed him, and his anger kept boiling out.
This time it was just tearing the dragon's teeth apart. What if it was a younger sister? Elaine rarely goes home now because Downton insists on it, because she is frequently harassed by Lister and his group.
You must know that the status of civilians is very low. Even if they are "accidentally" killed by nobles, their families will only get some cheap compensation, and there is no need to expect others to pay for their lives. As for injuries such as insult, disability, etc., the punishment is even lower.
Well, I can only count you as unlucky.
Why are there so many bandits on the border? In addition to the bad guys with evil intentions, some of them are poor people who are forced to be invincible and really can't survive.
"I believe you can do it!" Celes waved her fist and cheered Downton up.
"Are you a humble maggot? Or are you a goblin waiting to die? You even own the ancient magic book, and you are only thinking of becoming the mayor of such a broken town." Homer sarcastically said, "Excuse me.
Don't say it for the first time, you are not afraid of being embarrassed, I am!"
Looking at the burning demon flame text, Downton rolled his eyes. He had learned a lesson from Homer's poisonous tongue.
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