Scandinavia has a long history of wrought iron, and the swords it produces have always been famous in Europe for its sharpness and exquisiteness. Among them, the Finnish sword and Viking sword are the most famous, and each has its own characteristics.

The group of three people, Lorraine, Henna and Pierce, were wearing loose clothes, chatting and laughing, walking in the cold alley where swords are specialized in the port area.

Nordic Europe has many mountains and few people, and most of the streets and alleys are built against the mountains, which is completely different from the densely populated Western Europe.

The Black Harbor in Stavanger is no exception.

The wide alley is covered with scattered bluestone floors, and the pure wooden spire buildings facing the street are built along the ups and downs of the mountains. The white walls and colorful roofs are bright in color, just like fairy tales.

There are few people on the streets and alleys. Even when you see them, they are mostly far away. They greet each other two meters away. They are not particularly familiar with each other and can hardly walk together.

This made Lorraine and the other two look particularly noisy and eye-catching.

Walking along the way, they stopped in front of a store called [Maltiny & Esbot], pulled the bell, and pushed open the glass-inlaid door.

No one in the store.

The boss was covered with messy and exquisite swords and the boss was basking in the sun in the front yard of Xiangyang. Even if he saw the guests entering the room, he didn't mean to come and greet him.

In Nordic, this is a standard example of hospitality.

Lorraine and the other two chose to choose.

The shop has a wide range of weapons, including swords, swords, shields, spears, axes, hammers, and hooks. Each of them is the kind of weapons that pirates love, and the most eye-catching one is their swords and swords.

Lorraine saw three pure Viking swords on the sword stand on the wall. The sword body was made of wuz steel, with two edges opening and blood grooves in the middle.

Their length is between 70 and 90 cm, and the clear [Ulfberht] inscription on the sword body is the origin of the [Esbot] in the store name.

The number of Finnish swords displayed was much more than the aristocratic Viking swords, including long swords, short swords, scimitars, and straight swords. Some were wrapped in oil cloth and stuck in wooden barrels, while others were scattered in leather siding on the counter.

They are not conspicuous. The only thing that distinguishes them from other knives is the only unique birch veneer handle with a smooth and simple knife.

Lorraine pulled out a pair of wide straight blades tied in the same oil cloth from the wooden barrel in the corner.

They look almost the same, with a heavy blade that is wide as a palm, a shiny blade as thin as a hair, a straight back and a pointed tip at the top.

The blade body is nearly 120 cm, and it is paired with a birch bark hilt with one-handed, calyxless birch bark, with a total length of nearly 140 cm.

Its single-knife weighs about four to five kilograms, slightly heavier, but Lorraine tried to swing a few times and found that the perfect center of gravity made it like a finger arm, and she could hardly feel the stagnation caused by the weight.

Lorraine fell in love with this set of knives at once, and picked up the knife to taste it carefully.

He saw the complicated anti-slip pattern inlaid with copper wire at the handle of the knife. The center of the pattern is the inscription of the flower body [Marttiini], which is the origin of the store name [Marttiini].

Henna walked over with two thin short swords. Seeing Lorraine playing with the sword, she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Didn't you use a stabbing sword? Why are you looking at the knife?"

"After fighting with Lef, I felt I might need to strengthen it."

"Length, heavier, more?" Henna looked at Lorraine dissatisfiedly. "The right weapon is the good one. I thought you wouldn't make such a mistake."

"There may be a little misunderstanding here." Lorraine touched her nose embarrassedly, "The deck fighting technique passed down by the Drake family is actually a double sword. I started practicing under the guidance of my father and brother since I was six years old. If I remember correctly, I should have practiced it for ten years."

Henna widened her eyes: "The sword is not your usual weapon?"

"The Sword is the standard for the Navy. Drake uses it just because the Navy requires us to use it."

Everyone has a clear goal, and the selection of equipment will soon lead to results.

Lorraine bought the long sword, which was equipped with two thick fish-skin scabbards and a leather rope for hanging the knife, for sixteen pounds.

Henna chose a set of eight red velvet flying knives and bought two more Finnish short knives that were worth seven pounds.

Pierce bought a cable-breaking axe for Cron, and he also took a fancy to a Viking dagger about fifty centimeters long. He whined and begged.

Lorraine frowned and looked at him: "Pierce, do you want to learn sword?"

Little Pierce bit his lip and nodded vigorously.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to become a burden!" he said firmly, "When the Gemini pirates robbed the ship, I stood behind Mr. Scott. But not only did I not help, I also distracted him and even hurt him...I don't want this!"

"If it's for this reason... this sword is not suitable for you."

“Not suitable?”

"The dagger is a toy for Viking children to learn swords and a weapon for women to defend themselves, but it has nothing to do with warriors and is not even worthy of having their own name." Lorraine rubbed his head, untied the command sword from her waist, and stuffed it into his hand. "If you want to learn swords, you can use it in the future."

Pierce stared at the sword in his hand: "Sir, it is..."

"It was the sword my father used when he seized the first enemy ship, swam around the world, and killed pirates. It was the sword of the brave, promise me not to let it be covered with dust."

"Yes! I swear by the reputation of the Artes family, and I will definitely... not let you down!"

...

A perfect result of twists and turns.

The group of people who had changed into new weapons returned to the ship and entered the final preparations before leaving the port.

Two days later, the ship's side damaged by the hook rope was repaired, and exquisite Nordic glass also filled the bottom cabin.

The energetic Yatis Beauty stepped on the shore and drove away from the dock, and under the escort of the Gemini Star, out of the Boken Fjord, which had been stationed for more than ten days, and began a new journey westward.

This time, the destination is on the distant Iberian Peninsula, on the vast Bay of Biscay, in Spain, on the edge of the increasingly declining and no longer prosperous Bilbao Port.

There are calm harbors and enthusiastic flamenco dances.

There will be the origin and end of the Lorraine Triangle Trade Plan.

That is the most important link.

Once Spain's trade route is opened, he can import New World goods into Britain, deliver Scottish spirits to Scandinavia, and then return the luxurious Nordic fur and exquisite makers to the European continent, thus forming a high-quality circulation system in the offshore business district.

That will bring him wealth, and how fast the wealth can accumulate... Look at the wind and the sky, you no longer need to look at people's faces.

"Spain, which once set off the Age of Discovery...what will be waiting for me?"

Lorraine stepped on the guardrail of the bow deck with one foot, holding her arms, and suddenly heard Pierce's tender shouting behind her.

"The wind is southeast, level 5, stroke!"

Lorraine grinned, let go of her hand, and pointed straight ahead.

"Quad sail, bow sail! Heading southwest, target Belmeo! Yatis Beauty, set off!"
Chapter completed!