Night had fallen.
The wind blowing in through the window was still scorching hot.
Dinner.
Leech had specifically requested lemon chicken. The tangy, appetizing chicken soaked in its sauce, paired with a glass of beer, was enough to make a person let out a satisfied sigh of "Ahhh~".
"Quickblade, how is the soldiers' training coming along?" he asked, setting down his beer glass.
A man named Quickblade wiped the grease from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Those lads are training well. Once they see some blood, they'll be proper soldiers."
"What about armor and weapons?" he inquired.
"We don't have them yet."
"My apologies, my lord," said a man named Qiao. "I went to Iron Stone City and asked the blacksmiths. If we want to forge chainmail and lamellar armor like what Quickblade and his men have, complete with helmets, pauldrons, vambraces, chainmail leggings, and weapons, one set will cost at least two Jinri. I was just about to report this to you."
