Chapter 54 Candied Fruits and Rice Crackers
After Horn’s sincere speech and explanation, the villagers were looking forward to this competition.
They originally had a lot of worries, but after His Majesty’s explanation, it seemed that it was not so dangerous and unacceptable.
This special competition is neither a war nor a fight against the church. If you die, you can go to Mount Paradise, but if you survive, you will get money and a title.
Win the pot.
Under the gate of the monastery, the registration office hosted by Armand was overwhelmed by the crowd in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze!”
“Come one by one,”
Seeing Armand’s thin and helpless figure surrounded by countless big men, Horn He nodded with satisfaction.
He called Danji and asked him to bring a few people to maintain order. He also called Busak and asked him to collect as many iron tools as possible, even rusty ones.
After arranging everything, Horn returned to the monastery.
He has more important things to do.
If you want an army with certain combat effectiveness, training, equipment and morale are all indispensable.
The previous methods only solved the problem of morale. Now there are two more important problems, namely training and equipment.
How to train specifically? Jeshka has been fighting for so many years and is quite familiar with it. Just leave it to him.
But weapons and equipment become a big problem. After all, weapons are not like training, you can practice them by yourself.
According to Dia, most of the troops sent by the church were ragged refugees and public farmers.
However, many armored sergeants and night guards can still be seen among them.
Armor sergeants are those armed peasants who can prepare their own leather armor or chain armor, and many of them even know how to breathe.
They will participate in hunting activities and simple swordsmanship training organized by the church during the off-season, so they are often called half knights.
Night guards are mostly recruited from poorer armed farmers and urban residents. They are rarely trained and are responsible for security and night patrol.
Generally speaking, when refugees riot or villagers make trouble, the night watch guards are responsible for suppressing it.
If you encounter secret parties and bandits, the armored sergeant will take action.
They are not like Townley's thugs who can win by simply comparing themselves to others.
The weapon of criticism cannot replace the weapon of criticism.
Horn knew his own family affairs. No matter how powerful he was in the eyes of the villagers, it was still a lie.
He has already thought of the channels for making weapons, and the key lies in Jeanne.
He thought as he came to his bedroom.
I don’t know why, but Jeanne keeps running towards me recently.
Horn actually knew in his heart how Jeanne felt about him, but he had sworn before that he would be a cold-blooded person and would never love anyone again.
But his wealth and life had to be maintained by Jeanne, which made Horn quite conflicted.
Shaking his head and throwing away those distracting thoughts, Horn opened the door to his bedroom.
“Let go! Brother Horn gave this to me!”
“You just let go, Papa’s things are always for me.”
“ Brother Horn gave this to me, you can keep it yourself”
"The hair I tied with this hairband the day before yesterday is mine."
In Horn's bedroom, two saints, one tall and one short, were each holding a colorful hairband and glaring at each other. .
Pressing his twitching temples with his fingers, Horn really didn’t want to watch the scene in front of him anymore.
This is not the first time these two people have quarreled or had conflicts.
I don’t know since when, the two of them quarreled every day. Every time Horn dealt with this kind of thing, he felt like he was the principal of the kindergarten.
One is sixteen or seventeen, and the other is over 20. She beats me every day, steals my things, and the like.
At first, Horn just thought that Jeanne was immature and Carrie had amnesia and was too young mentally, so both of them were a little childish.
But when Carrie complained to himself that Jeanne had wiped out the mark on her butt on the bed, Horn only felt that the two of them were really children.
"Brother, look at her!"
"Papa, she bullies me."
Sure enough, when they saw Horn entering the room, the two people immediately started complaining. "Okay, okay." Horn quickly stepped forward and held the hair rope that was about to break. "You two let go."
Jeanna and Carrie were fierce They glared at each other fiercely, and then let go of their hands obediently.
"Jean, please wait for me outside the door. I'll have something to do with you later."
Jean grew red and warm at a speed visible to the naked eye, while Carrie was beaming with joy. He made a face at Jeanne.
The door was slammed shut, and the old dust on the door frame was shaken off.
Sitting next to Carrie, before Horn could speak, Carrie stretched out her hand.
“What for?”
“That colorful headband just now.”
“You don’t like this headband, what do you want it for?”
"I like it now."
Horn took a deep breath, Carrie became more and more naughty since she became familiar with them.
“Here you go.”
Looking at the sweet-smelling candied fruit in her hand, Carrie felt a little dazed.
"Hide and eat secretly, don't let your sister Jeanne see it." Horn took out another hair tie from under the rabbit fur pillow and started to tie Carrie's hair.
Carrie shook her head: "I'm going to eat in front of her."
"Tsk." Horn tapped her head with his knuckles, "Then Sister Jeanne will know that I like you more. "
"So what?"
"Your sister Jeanne is my sister, and she grew up with me, but I like you more, isn't she pitiful? ?”
“Hmm…” Carrie swayed, neither saying yes nor no, just humming.
Horn used a hairband to tie her into a simple double ponytail: "So, you all know that I like you more. She is so pitiful, how about you just let her go?"
"… ...Okay."
After closing the door behind him, Horn raised his eyes and saw many marks of sword slashes and lightning strikes on the pillars of the original church.
In a corner of the corridor, Jeanne squatted in a corner, with her back to Horn.
Hearing Horn's footsteps, Jeanne hurriedly rubbed her eyes and stood up with a sullen face.
"Here, this is for you." Horn took out a few pieces of rice crackers from his pocket and stuffed them into Jeanne's hand. "It's just for you. Don't let Carrie see it."
Looking at the rice cracker in her hand, Jeanne asked with some surprise: "Where did you get it?"
"I know you like to eat this, so I specially asked the kitchen to make it. "Horn stretched out his hand to hang Jeanna's hair behind her ears, "Don't get it in your hair."
Jeanna was about to laugh, but immediately stopped: "Do you remember what I like to eat. ? Aren’t you standing next to that stupid guy of yours?”
“How could it be? Think about it, we grew up together, I must be on your side.”
"Then why are you still speaking for her?"
"Carrie has lost her memory and has no relatives. She is so pitiful. If I didn't pretend to like her, how sad she would be, don't you think? ?"
"But..."
Before Jeanne finished speaking, Horn stuffed a piece of rice cracker into her mouth: "I am definitely closer to you than she is. "More, I have always been towards you."
Although Jeanne still forced her mouth to tighten, her crescent-shaped eyes still betrayed her inner emotions.
"Hmph."
As soon as Jeanne snorted, Horn rushed over and said:
"Okay, come with me to the electric arc iron-making furnace over there in the courtyard. I still have some good things to do." I need your help with something big. Carrie can’t help with anything, so I’m counting on you.”
With rice crackers in her mouth, Jeanne giggled.
“Okay.”
Rice crackers, so sweet.
PS There will be another chapter later
(End of this chapter)