Sir Wendell held the shield in his hand and couldn't believe his eyes. The leather strap was cleverly woven in a style suitable for human hand grip. The stronger triangle structure made the shield not easy to slide in the arm position. Two small iron rings clamped the top of the leather. If you change someone, the leather strap can be retracted freely. Sir Wendell placed the shield on his arm and tried to simulate fighting with the enemy. Because it was suitable for the arm and hand position, it was particularly light and convenient.

"My son, I never knew you had this talent." Sir Wendell said to Arod in surprise, but Arod was attracted by the various weapons in the arsenal and did not hear Sir Wendell's words.

"The weapons here are awesome." Aruod's eyes almost shined. He had played with many modern electrical appliances, but the boy had never thought of a more attractive cold weapon. Here, there were various weapons in this dust-filled arsenal, but these weapons were very worn and some were even damaged.

"Yes, they used to be." Sir Wendell looked around the wall, a birch bow made of bow was broken, but the bowstring was bent, and a rusty mace against the corner of the wall seemed to fall rust on it. A few spears had their tips still bent, but the spear pole was not bad. Sir Wendell was ready to arm his peasant servants, while other pieces of things were piled up at their feet.

"If these things are repaired, they should be very good weapons." Arod looked at Sir Wendell. His uncontrollable technical desire had already emerged, and his eyes were filled with fanaticism.

"Ah, okay, if you are interested, it's a strange child. This is the key. Although we have nothing to lose, locking the arsenal is a tradition." Sir Wendell looked at Arod deeply, untied a key tied around his waist, handed the heavy copper key to Arod's hand, and turned around and left with the shield repaired by Arod.

The Middle Ages in Europe were not an era that everyone yearned for in the later generations. Not only were the conditions difficult and dirty, but it was also boring. Although sometimes some traveling wanderers performed in this remote village, it was only the time for the county capital to conduct a grand festival. Aruod, a young man whose soul had experienced the modernization of entertainment in the 21st century, had been tortured to the point of going crazy, but now he found his own fun in his own family arsenal. After generations of accumulation, this family arsenal has a variety of weapons, from the standard javelin heads of the Romans in the distant era to the tomahawks carried by the Viking warriors, and the commonly used weapons of the medieval era, Aruod made new discoveries almost every day. He was immersed in the fun of restoring weapons like crazy.

"Arod is okay? He is busy with what he is busy with in the arsenal all day?" Arod's mother, Mrs. Wender, said to her eldest son and husband with some concern. In her opinion, Arod, who was jingling and knocking in the arsenal every day, was a little mentally ill, which made her very worried. For this reason, she saved some money from her household, bought a white candle from a travel merchant, and went to the Sanctuary of the Virgin outside the village to pray for the Virgin's blessing.

"I can't rest after knocking every day. If no one stops him, I will go in and pull him out like a puppy." Yifu shouted loudly, his cheeks rosy and his mouth was squirting the smell of inferior ale. His huge body stumbled and stumbled, and the noise rang out in the narrow house.

"Let him go, maybe Arod has some talent that surprises us." Sir Wendell was sitting on the dining table, holding a quill pen and writing something on a precious parchment. Mrs. Wendell was proud that her husband could write. Although literacy itself was a skill that the nobles had to learn, most nobles were willing to hand it over to the priests. Sir Wendell knew that he was literate because Semeya, the wife of the old Duke of Mason, taught him. At that time, he had just become a servant, and Mrs. Semeya always forced him to read with a small wooden stick. In retrospect, this might just be a little entertainment that the lady found in her boring castle life. Of course, they also found a lot of fun between beds.

"Dear, are you really going to borrow money from that greedy Jew?" Wendell's wife frowned and looked at her husband sealing the letter with a candle, and then covering her own seal with a ring. This is a loan agreement.

"Yes, I plan to buy some equipment for Arod, and take him with me in this war." Sir Wendell weighed the rolled parchment in his hand. After Arod repaired the shield, he felt that bringing a son who could repair weapons was also a good choice, and at least he could save a repair cost.

"But, there must be a man at home." Mrs. Wendell grabbed a piece of linen with her finger. War is something that men always have to face. As a woman, she has no right to intervene. However, she always feels that her little Aruod is not yet on the battlefield, so she thought about a reason she thought was reasonable.

"He is already a servant, an adult. He should have been sent to Duke Mason or the Earl's house to serve, but our family really couldn't afford the money, but it was delayed. However, when we went to the battlefield, we would also fulfill our obligations for the Duke." After Sir Wendell said that, he pursed his lips and looked at Ifu who was sleeping on the table. He stood up and walked to his wife to comfort him, "Don't worry, Arud was just following as a servant, and would not go to the battlefield. At most, he would help us lead horses and hand over weapons."

"May the Lord bless you." Mrs. Wendell leaned against her husband and murmured to herself.

Arod didn't know that his father had planned to take him to the battlefield. He was repairing a bow and arrow. The bent bow had become much straighter at this time. If he soaked it in some oil, it would become more resilient. Unfortunately, the materials of the bow were not good enough. If he could find purple shirt wood, Arod was confident that he would build an English longbow. After finishing the work at hand with satisfaction, Arod felt a little hungry. He remembered that it was already time for lunch at noon, so he locked the arsenal and walked into the residence.

When Aruod was stuffing his mouth with apples, he heard his father letting him go to the battlefield and heard the news that he almost choked to death by the mouth of apple meat. If that were the case, he would be the worst time traveler to death. To be honest, although farmers would fight from time to time in his father's territory, he was still very peaceful overall. Because Sir Wendell's personal prestige and widespread friendship, even robbers rarely come here. However, Aruod privately believed that this village was just too poor and was not worthy of robbers' robbers.

"But, but I can't fight at all, cough cough." Aruod put his finger in his mouth and took out the apple meat, and barely escaped. He thought that war was always far away from the otakus. Of course, it might be very pleasant when he was fantasizing about it, but it was really his turn to go to the battlefield. To be honest, Aruod didn't know if he could survive the first round of attacks.

"Don't worry, you're just taking care of our logistics and taking care of the servants." Sir Wendell didn't raise his eyes. He had too much to be busy with, and his money should be enough to support the cost of a battle.

"Okay, okay." Aruod thought about it after all, he was in a dark and war-torn era. Always avoiding it is not a way to do it. Perhaps it is a good thing to see the real war.

For the rest of the days, Arud joined in the preparation for the war. He did not expect that war would be such a trivial and boring thing. He had to wipe the weapons required by his brother and put them in a wooden cart pulled by a pack horse. There were long carriages, a javelin, a bow and arrow, and shields, etc., and their dry food was prepared by their mother himself, dried apples, berries, sausages and hard black bread like stones.

"Arod is the mount for you." One day when Arod was busy and exhausted, his father Sir Wendell walked up to him with a strange-looking long-haired horse. The horse's fur was dirty gray, and the long hair on his head almost covered his eyes. The left hind legs of the long-haired horse seemed to have some problems. He walked one by one, and he was really a strange-looking horse.

"Is this a horse?" Aruod glanced at the tall and handsome war horse under Yifu's crotch, looked at the short long-haired horse beside him, and opened his mouth to stare at his father.

"Yes, although you are a servant, you are a nobleman at least and cannot walk like a lowly servant. This is your weapon." Sir Wendell handed Arod a curved jujube spear, the jujube spear and fresh green bark. This should have been made hastily, and fortunately the tip of the spear is at least iron.

"Can't you give me a straight spear?" Aruod knew that any protests he had made would be invalid, so he could only accept his fate and pick up the bent spear, and could only mutter dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, isn't this suitable for you, the long-haired monster knight." Yifu laughed and mocked his younger brother.
Chapter completed!