Ido smiled. His mother had been in poor health, and he had never had enough to eat since infancy. Once he was older, his father bought him goat's milk and cow's milk to drink.
Ido did not know why, but as a pure-blooded Imperial, he liked goat's milk even more than people from the grasslands did. When he had secretly drunk alcohol once, he had fallen in love with the taste of Goat Milk Wine.
"Your armor is really beautiful. If I had to buy it myself, it would probably hurt a little. With the same amount of money, I could equip more than sixty Serfs."
Henry looked at Ido's armor, liking it more the longer he looked.
Eastern chainmail-and-bronze armor, bronze lamellar shoulder guards, reinforced leather bracers, splint boots, and that Desert Lord Helmet—it all looked like elite gear. The two-handed Executioner Axe and fine longsword he carried were also weapons Henry rather liked.
This was the typical attire of the former Aserai Mamluk Palace Guard. After the Empire united and conquered the various civilized regions, it had also absorbed many characteristics of other cultures.
Ido smiled happily. Although this armor had been issued by the royal family and did not entirely belong to him, he was still immensely proud of it.
Being allowed to wear armor in the city was itself a symbol of status.
"You aren't thinking of making your future personal guard look like me, are you? I think Southern Veteran Infantry or Northern Heavy Axemen would be better."
Henry nodded. If he really wanted to form an elite personal guard, he certainly would not choose Palace Guards. This kind of soldier could only serve as castle guards; once on the battlefield, they could easily turn into giant hedgehogs, just like Glen.
Aserai Veteran Infantry... no,