“So what materials are needed this time?”
The shop owner of the Shining Gold Merchants’ Association continued to smoke in Lind’s study, just like before.
“No, this time I brought you here mainly because I need your help to transport some weapons. I need to send them to the resistance forces in the neighboring territory.”
Lind handed over the list of items that needed to be transported.
I have to say, Isha’s efficiency is truly terrifying; perhaps her body really harbors a destiny. Not long after leaving, Lind received a letter from Isha sent through special channels.
A group of knights from the old Lars family is leading commoners to resist Doug Lars’s tyranny. After a brief interaction, Isha immediately became the leader of this resistance and began organizing guerrilla warfare.
Due to their strict discipline and calculated progress, they have even gained a certain level of notoriety in the Northern Border.
“You know, our Shining Gold Merchants’ Association never gets involved in conflicts between lords. We just want to do business. If other lords find out about this, it could complicate things.”
“I’ll pay.”
“So how do we contact this resistance? If we can’t even find Doug Lars, it might be even harder for us.”
Upon hearing “I’ll pay,” the shop owner revealed a satisfied smile and took out a few warm contracts from her proud bosom.
“Of course, you could directly let us handle it. Here are some reference proposals; we can discuss them.”
Lind took the contracts, flipping through them as he said, “You only need to deliver the items to the designated location. Our people will handle the rest.”
“Oh, those bards?”
The shop owner rolled her eyes. “Fine, that’s really not something we need to worry about.”
Lind selected a contract with a relatively high cost-performance ratio, confirmed the details, signed his name, and curiously asked as he pushed the contract back:
“But is it really okay for you to directly participate in conflicts between lords?”
“Thank you for your concern. No one will notice a small action. Besides, compared to transporting weapons, I think the goods you send to your neighbors might be more destructive, right?”
The shop owner took a deep breath before continuing, “Moreover, how do you know we haven’t done a few small things in your territory? Oh, you should already know, after all, those bards are currently loyal to you.”
“Are you referring to the worms being taken out of my territory?”
Lind recalled that he had indeed received such intelligence—nothing more than some old nobles who could not make a living and wanted to return to their so-called family glory, using the Shining Gold Merchants’ Association as a way to escape.
However, as mentioned earlier, as long as the family property remains, Lind can turn a blind eye to these people.
“It seems you’re not too reluctant about their departure. That’s for the best; after all, you’re our old customer. Rest assured, we always operate with consideration and won’t overly interfere in the warfare between lords. At most, we’ll take on some private jobs.”
The shop owner tucked away the signed contract and placed it back into her bosom.
“Like this one?” Lind asked curiously.
“This time? No, how can this be considered a private job? Didn’t you thoroughly read the contract? You entrusted us with a batch of weapons for sale; it’s just that we accidentally misplaced them somewhere.”
The shop owner smiled.
Not long after, Isha brought the resistance members to a place in the woods outside the Leaf Region.
“Lady Saintess, are there really weapons here?”
The leader of the resistance, Layton, was an old knight from the Lars family. In the Northern Border, many knights originated from resistance forces, but most brought their own followers along to plunder and waited for Doug Lars to restore them.
It’s rare for someone like Layton, who brings commoners to resist, to be present; Layton himself did not resemble a knight but rather a farming peasant.
“If the intelligence from those bards is correct.”
Isha now invoked her title of Saintess, but this title was not self-proclaimed; it was conferred by the Northern Border Governor, Lind.
Legally, there was no basis for this Saintess, but commoners did not understand such complexities. They didn’t know whether the governor had the right to confer the title; they only knew that this Saintess was sent by another branch of the Lars family.
Moreover, after Isha interacted with the resistance, she had already used the potions and holy water she brought to heal many people; in the hearts of the resistance members, Isha was undoubtedly the true Saintess.
Once they arrived at the designated location, Isha nodded. Seeing this, Layton waved his hand, and the resistance began digging in the snow.
As boxes of weapons were unearthed, Layton’s initial shock gradually turned to numbness.
Although he knew Isha was from the other branch of the Graywhite Territory, which was sent by the Lars he originally pledged allegiance to, the sheer quantity of weapons was something he couldn’t imagine.
After all, Layton had thought that the governor over there would only provide some ordinary weapons like bows and spears, but he never expected that all the unearthed weapons would be of the same type as the two guards beside Saintess Isha.
In other words, they were firearms—simply pulling the trigger could repel an armed non-professional soldier.
Many in the resistance had witnessed those two guards use similar weapons to repel Doug Lars’s army, but most believed these were some precious magical artifacts, and thus, never thought they could use the same style.
Many were cautiously caressing the firearms in the boxes since under Layton’s orders, no one dared to pick up these “magical artifacts” without permission.
“Lady Saintess, can we really use such precious weapons?”
Layton picked up a firearm; its cold touch and solid weight gave him an immense sense of reassurance.
“These are just the outdated weapons from the Graywhite Territory.”
Isha examined a firearm. There’s no way the latest version of firearms will be sent for the resistance to use; most are already outdated, and the firearms carried over were primarily meant for training new recruits when she left the Graywhite Territory.
They belong to the category of “too outdated to be displayed.”
“Wait, these are considered outdated?”
Layton suddenly felt this world becoming somewhat strange. Could such terrifying weapons really just be outdated models? Is the Graywhite Territory and his side really in the same world?
Most of the deliveries consisted of firearms and ammunition, as well as medicines; there were no ray guns, but they were already sufficient for the resistance to handle most enemies. Ordinary soldiers without full enchantments can’t withstand the barrage of firearms.
Of course, there were armor pieces as well, but not many, as Isha had no means to recharge enchanted armor. Moreover, in guerrilla warfare, armor would seem superfluous, and these were only sent because Lind had heard there were professionals among the resistance.
Looking at these weapon supplies, Isha let out a long sigh of relief. As her resistance became more active, the armies sent to encircle them had gradually evolved from miscellaneous troops into Doug Lars’s regular army.
Fortunately, there hadn’t been any situations where the main character just started developing and the enemy had already brought their entire army to block the entrance to the beginner village. After all, there were quite a few resistance forces operating under the old Lars name, and Doug Lars simply didn’t have the ability or energy to distinguish which ones were genuine and which were merely pretending to be surrendered.
