Chapter 127: Epic-Quality Spear!

"Hah! You lot, we’ve lucked into this exceptional enchanted weapon—you ought to be grateful, or the alchemist would be furious enough to spit blood!"

Gervas exclaimed, “What a find!”

The alchemist forged this enchanted spear solely for his battle servants’ hunting.

So, to that alchemist, this spear is no better than a chopping knife at home.

It’s only because they’re poor that they treat it as a treasure!

As for the fact that it’s not a lance, Gervas didn’t care at all.

Before his transmigration, he had been a man from Huáguó.

So, if you just swap the shaft for a longer one, isn’t it plainly a spear?

In ancient times, Zhao Zilong of Changshan, my Yun Brother of the Three Kingdoms, wielded a single spear and cut through seven enemy lines and back again.

I’ve rarely had such an opportunity—I might as well learn.

It’s an odd exception, but when the spear strikes, it’s like a dragon lashing out—its first glint of cold light arrives before anything else!

The sheer prestige? Perfect!

Gervas happily stowed the spearhead and led his men back.

Arriving at the town gate, he saw the town bustling with activity—the Tulip Trading Company’s caravan had arrived!

At this moment, townsfolk had gathered joyfully in the square, buying and bartering goods.

In the past, this would have been utterly impossible in Stormhold.

The townsfolk were so poor they couldn’t even afford enough to eat, let alone spare coin for daily supplies.

The caravan wouldn’t have come at all!

“My lord, your arrival is the fortune of all Stormhold’s people!”

Lei Meng and the others felt the deepest change in Stormhold; seeing this scene, their admiration for their lord arose naturally.

…

Gervas avoided contacting the caravan—Thomas and Old John handled everything.

Gervas had inquired about the number of furs this month: five hundred, exactly matching the agreed quantity.

With profit as motivation, it’s the best lubricant for any relationship.

“Lord Gervas!”

“Oh? Bernar, has the seafood caravan returned?!”

Returning to the castle courtyard, an unexpected figure appeared before him.

It was Bernar, running up to greet him.

“Yes, my lord, the sea fish sold extremely well, so I was able to return ahead of schedule with the team!”

As per Gervas’s earlier plan for seafood, he had organized a seafood caravan five days ago to sell fish in Iron Wolf City.

The caravan consisted of eleven people: Bernar, the caravan manager, six serfs as helpers, and four guards for security.

Gervas had assumed Bernar wouldn’t return before his campaign.

After all, the round trip alone would take four days, and selling the fish would surely take over a week?

Yet he returned far sooner than expected.

Gervas pulled Bernar aside and asked about the seafood sales.

The answer was delightful.

Due to seafood’s scarcity, and because Gervas’s seafood was truly fresh—preserved with ice, not dried or salted—

nobles and wealthy merchants in Iron Wolf City scrambled to buy it.

Bernar had merely hawked the seafood in the southern district of Iron Wolf City, and it was all sold out before they even reached the eastern district.

City layouts in this world are generally uniform: southern districts house merchants or minor nobles; eastern districts are for higher-status or wealthier elites.

Thus, selling out entirely in the southern district proves Iron Wolf City’s future consumption power is strong!

Stormhold’s seafood will never lack buyers from now on!

“Master, here are the gold coins and the ledger from this sale: ninety-six gold coins, eighty-seven silver coins, and thirty-two copper pieces.”

“So much?”

The total value of the fish caught from the merfolk had never exceeded eighty gold coins.

Later, they sold another batch of fish around Stormhold for over ten gold coins.

So the seafood sent to Iron Wolf City should have been worth no more than seventy gold coins.

“My lord, upon arriving in Iron Wolf City, I saw nobles and merchants fighting over the seafood, so I raised the prices on the spot.”

“Especially the magic sea clams that produce glow pearls—I marked up the price by thirty percent for the nobles and merchants. Please punish me, my lord!”

What a find! Gervas exclaimed, “What a find!”

How could he punish a subordinate with such brains?

To outsiders, Bernar was a shrewd merchant.

But to him, Bernar was talent—resourceful, capable of adapting, and fighting for maximum profit.

“Bernar, you did excellently. These wealthy merchants and nobles have endless gold—earn as much as you can to develop Stormhold; this aligns perfectly with the castle’s interests.”

“Thus, as caravan manager, you have the right to adapt appropriately when abroad.”

“Also, hand these coins and the ledger to Old John—and collect five silver coins from him.”

“Two are your reward for this mission; the other three silver coins, divide among your ten men. Since the caravan has just arrived, use the reward to buy something nice!”

“Thank you, my lord, for your generosity!”

Bernar and his team were overwhelmed with excitement.

They had thought the long journey was a hardship, but the reward was truly generous.

Moreover, their lord had even thought of these small details—what a fine lord!

…

“Epic enchanted weapon, my lord—this is an epic weapon!”

Gervas took the spear to the forge.

When the blacksmith Luca stared in shock at the spear Gervas handed him, then swung it toward a nearby target, his whole body trembled.

“Oh? Luca, are you certain?”

Though he had suspected it already, confirming it as an epic weapon still delighted Gervas.

“My lord, I can be one hundred percent certain: the more complex the inscription on an enchanted weapon, the higher its rank!”

“Moreover, the Quack Earl’s family owns a legendary ancestral epic dagger, identical to this spear—its blade is entirely covered in inscriptions.”

“I’ve seen Earl Quack use that enchanted dagger—the passive glow it emitted was nearly identical to this spear’s!”

“By the way, that enchanted dagger was granted by His Majesty the King to Earl Quack’s grandfather!”

“So that’s how it is!” Gervas nodded with a smile—now he was certain of its quality.

He then revealed how he obtained the spear, satisfying Luca’s curiosity.

“Congratulations, my lord! Though it’s a small enchanted weapon and merely a spear, its value starts at eight hundred gold coins!”

Gervas then entrusted Luca with replacing the spear’s shaft.

“My lord, isn’t a 2.7-meter shaft too long? That’s already the length of a lance?!”

“Not too long—I intend to use this spear as a lance,” Gervas shook his head.

“Uh…” The chief blacksmith had no reply.

He could imagine: while other knights raised proud lances, his lord alone would brandish a slender spear… even if it was long enough.

But would his lord truly have the nerve?

Luca wanted to argue further, but seeing his lord’s burning gaze, he held his tongue.

“Yes, my lord. I’ll complete it as quickly as possible!”