Suleiman stood up, picked up the jug himself, and poured a glass of ale for Roderick. Then, he walked up to the silent guard captain and poured him a glass as well:
"It seems that Mr. Roderick has had a hard time traveling all the way, so we won't stay any longer."
Suleiman raised his wine glass and motioned for the three of them to drink together:
"A pleasure to work with!"
For me, as long as the money is given, the purpose is achieved. As for who these people are and what their plans are, it has nothing to do with me. As for helping Roderick, I and him are just acquaintances at most. It is completely unnecessary. Not participating is the best outcome.
The guard captain looked down at the wine glass in front of him, then looked up at Suleiman. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
After watching the other party take a drink, Suleiman turned to Lushen who was accompanying him behind him:
"Lushen, mobilize a hundred soldiers to escort His Excellency Roderick's team out of our territory."
Suleiman emphasized the word escort and added in a low voice to Lushen:
"You must see them with your own eyes and leave our borders completely."
This Roderick and this group of people will become a trouble, but as long as they leave their own territory, it has nothing to do with them.
After seeing off the team, Suleiman immediately issued the second order:
"Bana, move all Gold Dragon deep into the mountain to the secret vault behind my room."
Everyone dispersed in response to the order, leaving only Evelyn, who was still nominally the maid of Suleiman. The woman had been silent since she was in the conference room, and finally ended her silence at this moment. "Those people are not House Tyrell's people."
Suleiman looked at her with a smile, "Why do you see that?"
The woman spoke slowly, "Roderick and these people did not mention a word of agreement until the end. During this period, no more pairs of eyes are allowed to be produced or sold."
"Roderick didn't say anything, and neither did the guard captain or the actual leader of the team."
"Roderick is too obvious. He has been giving you hints. Why don't you help him."
Suleiman picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine, which was like water. "Gold Dragon I have already got it, I have given away the goods, I have sent the gifts out of the country, and the matter has nothing to do with me."
"If you take part in something beyond your ability, you will die quickly."
"Go and take a rest. I have a meeting tonight, right here."
Suleiman looked at Evelyn's leaving figure, and there were some things he didn't say. In Westeros, the family that dared to go against House Tyrell, but Fengmao Lingjiao, if he really did it, he would become enemies with the other party. Anyway, House Tyrell already has an example that can be copied.
As night falls, inside Lion's Den Council Chamber, the torches crackle,
Suleiman summoned his principal courtiers in Lion's Den, Evelyn, Lushen, Roslyn, and Bana, The other four Military Fort each have three semi-illiterate, affairs, taxation, and military affairs officers in charge. Although they are all semi-illiterates, they always need to accumulate experience. Olivier stayed at the old fort of House Terry.
Suleiman looked at everyone, indicating that this was a purely military meeting. He glanced at everyone and tapped his fingers on the table. "We have the money, and we also have a strong fortress."
"But it's not enough."
"We must not only have the strongest shield, but also the sharpest sword!"
"The idea of forming a cavalry is currently unrealistic and will be put on hold for the time being."
Lushen and Roslyn were a little surprised, but they did not refute Master Suleiman. They knew that Master Suleiman had been building a cavalry and mentioned to them many times that he would give the horses to some veterans to ride in rotation and learn equestrian skills.
"War horses are strategic resources, and each family firmly controls the war horses in their hands. It is impossible for us to obtain enough high-quality war horses to equip a charging queue through normal channels."
Suleiman stood up and walked to the precise map drawn by Evelyn hanging on the wall.
"Since we have dangerous mountains and rivers and a strong city to rely on, we must invest all our resources into one thing, heavy infantry."
Suleiman pointed to the wooden support that Bana had just ordered people to carry in. Everyone looked back:
At the gate, a complete set of plate armor stood quietly on the wooden support. Bana proudly brushed off the non-existent dust on the shoulders of the armor, and his voice was full of unconcealable pride. "Everyone! Please take a look!"
Lushen, Roslyn and even Evelyn all stared wide-eyed. This set of plate armor was completely black, and the surface seemed to have gone through a special blackening and quenching process, absorbing most of the light and only reflecting a dark and deep cold light at the edges.
In the middle of the breastplate, a roaring black lion head with open teeth stands out in relief. Every mane and every tooth is clearly visible. The lines of the lion's hair are as thick as thorns, and the outline of the huge open teeth is extremely wide, almost occupying the entire head.
With four fangs exposed, it looked very murderous, as if it was about to let out a deafening roar at the next moment.
The beautifully matching long sword is named Lion's Tooth, and the end of the hilt is also a finely carved lion's head.
The most eye-catching thing is the helmet, which is shaped like a twisted lion's head. When the visor is lowered, the wearer transforms into a black lion, with only the cold murderous intent coming out of the eye slits.
Suleiman stroked his chin with his satisfied right hand. Armor and military uniforms are all about being handsome, and they can even have combat effectiveness bonuses.
"Seven is on top...:.:" Lushen's eyes sparkled when he saw it. He walked up quickly and couldn't help but stretched out his hand. His fingertips scratched the cold surface of the breastplate, making a slight metallic friction sound.
"These are Master Suleiman's soldiers!" Roslyn also stepped forward when Lushen stepped forward, nodding vigorously at the side. He tried to lift one of the gauntlets, feeling the heavy weight, his face full of enthusiasm.
The sound of admiration echoed in the stone hall. This set of armored stomachs by Black Lion perfectly reflected all their imaginations of what Suleiman soldiers should be. They had great military exploits and were invincible. They had already begun to imagine how majestic it would be if all three hundred of them had such equipment.
Just when Lushen and Roslyn were in the highest mood, Financial Officer Bana the Beggar, who was originally in the highest mood, cleared his throat. "My lords, this set of masterpieces is indeed a source of pride."
Lushen and Roslyn's eyes were focused on him, looking forward to his next compliment.
Bana the Beggar paused for a moment, feeling the warm gazes of Lushen and Roslyn, which seemed a little unbearable, and finally uttered the second half of the sentence slowly. "But, build it, From smelting to forging to final finishing, almost one-tenth of all the iron ingots exchanged for the goods that Roderick originally intended to sell to the North were used to trade off the price."
The noisy Council Chamber suddenly fell silent, and only the crackle of the burning torch could be heard.
Bana looked at the frozen expressions of Lushen and Roslyn, and continued to use his low tone to announce the cruel conclusion:
"In other words, with all our current iron reserves, we can only build nine more sets of such equipment at most."
The atmosphere went from the peak of fanaticism to freezing point. Nine sets, this number was like a piece of ice, freezing the heated scene. Lushen and Roslyn knew that Suleiman wanted to form an army, not a team of nine.
Suleiman walked forward slowly and pressed his palm on the cold breastplate.