Blood Throne

Chapter 21 Weapon Shop

No. 5 Baker Street.

It was here. Ryan looked up at the door number, turned around, and walked in.

This was a two-story building on the street. There were no steps, and there was a threshold. After crossing the threshold, there was a row of showcases. There were all kinds of weapons in the showcases, including swords, blades, heavy swords, shields, bows, and so on.

This was a weapon shop.

Franka Empire was not a place that worship martial arts. Compared to Bourne Empire's people, the people there were less strict and calm. They were more hot-blooded and brilliant. Their brute bravery was inferior to the Rakshasa, which was known as a combat nation.

Although it did not worship martial arts, it didn't ban martial arts.

Hundreds of years ago, the popular duel in the Noya Continent was spread out by Franka Empire. The nobles often fought because of arguments. They even threw white handkerchiefs at the other party just because they disliked the other party. Once they got on the dueling platform, there was no need to care about life. Many powerful figures died on the dueling platform.

The most famous person among them was Archduke Orliang, a member of the royal family, the younger brother of the Emperor, Louis the Third.

Of course, the man who killed Archduke Orliang on the dueling platform, Champagne Earl, also killed himself after he got off the dueling platform. Thus, the relatives of the Champagne Earl escaped the punishment and continued the title of Champagne Earl.

Now, there was no duel.

However, private fights among the people were also endless, especially in a commercial city like Lanceton. To protect themselves, even the civilians would pick up their weapons. Therefore, weapons shops were everywhere.

These weapon shops have been registered at the police station and are under surveillance. Every once in a while, the patrol officers will come to the weapon shops to check the stock and sales records of the weapon shops. There must be no mistakes.

Not everyone could buy weapons. They had to be adults who were more than 18 years old. They should have family property and tax proof. Meanwhile, only the candidate who could participate in the election could buy weapons. They had to leave their identification cards and registered in the shop so that they could be searched by the police. At some times, there would be patrol officers coming to check the weapons he bought from the weapon shop. They needed to check if there were any injuries caused by excessive use and if they were lost.

In fact, Ryan was not qualified to buy weapons.

He is seventeen years old and has yet to reach adulthood. He has no way to participate in the election, so he is not considered a candidate.

Of course, although there were rules, it was hard to say whether the owners of these weapon shops had followed them in private or not.

Ryan entered the shop and took off his hat.

Behind the counter, a man raised his head.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a strong figure. The buttons on his chest were loose as if they had been torn apart. It seemed that his clothes were much smaller.

He had a beautiful beard, a lion-like nose that was so fierce.

He looked up at Ryan, and his forehead was full of wrinkles. At that moment, he looked a little old.

"Child, you went the wrong way!"

The middle-aged man was expressionless as he spoke in a low and muffled voice.

He gazed at Ryan's face. There were not many emotions, but there was a strong sense of intimidation. If he was an ordinary youth, even a thick-skinned street youth would most likely not be able to look straight at his gaze.

Ryan had a smile on his face, and his gaze was calm as he looked straight at the other party.

He did not stop as he walked towards the counter at a steady pace.

The middle-aged man put down the carving knife in his hand. Just now, he was immersed in carving something.

He stood up like a big bear.

This figure was relatively rare in Lanceton. people from the South of the Empire were generally not tall, inferior to the northerners of the Empire, and even more inferior to the Rakshasa, as well as the Slavians who lived in the northern ice plains.

He must have the blood of the northern Slavians, right?

"What's up?"

The man crossed his arms in front of his chest, his head slightly raised back, his expression somewhat ferocious and arrogant.

"Sulsvich?"

The smile on Ryan's face never disappeared. He came to the counter, placed his hat on the counter, and asked softly.

"I am."

The big man called Sulsvich responded, but his expression did not change.

"I was introduced by Tess. I need weapons."

As he spoke, Ryan took out the badge in his arms and placed it on the counter.

Hearing Ryan's words, the obvious vigilance on Sulsvich's face disappeared. He glanced at the badge on the counter and did not say much. He nodded and motioned for Ryan to put away the badge.

This weapon shop was one of Iris Tectorum's strongholds.

The Seventh Bureau of Franka Empire's Security Department was a huge organization composed of extraordinary beings and extraordinary beings. There were not many extraordinary beings, but the number of ordinary beings who served extraordinary beings was enormous. The informants were spread throughout the Empire. They existed not only within the Empire but also in foreign countries including England in the Star Sea, Boen in the northeast, the Northern Ice Plains, and the Southern Amur Continent.

Ryan entered Iris Tectorum. There were only nine interns in the Lanceton Branch. He didn't know the number of formal agents. There were probably not many.

Speaking of which, the number of ordinary members who assisted them was much greater.

These members were overt or secret.

On the surface, there was the civilian staff like Tess, as well as members of the auxiliary team. Most of the members of the auxiliary team had another identity, that was, police.

These policemen were called the assault team. They had the right to be armed with Magic Stone firearms. They were not the same as the patrol officers on the street. Unless there was a riot in the city or a disaster, they rarely appeared in front of people.

Most of the time, they were serving Iris Tectorum and were considered as personnel out of the organization.

Secret members were people like Sulsvich, and Mr. Devon was one of them.

They had their own business and their daily lives that were no different from ordinary people.

When they encountered trouble that they could not solve, Iris Tectorum stood up for them and solved those problems for them. Correspondingly, they also had to pay back Iris Tectorum. They could receive tasks that were within their power or provide some information. If the information was useful, they would get additional rewards. The informants had differences in levels.

The more merits one made, the higher the rank.

Sulsvich was indeed Slavians from the Northern Ice Plains. It was a vast land of ice and snow. It was vast and sparsely populated. Only Slavians, who were called the Barbarian Tribe by the people of the continent, could survive in that harsh environment.

There was a sea between the Ice Plains and the Noya Continent, known as the Arctic Ocean. It had been frozen for several months a year.

As a Slavians, he couldn't open this weapon shop in Lanceton without Iris Tectorum's support.

So, a smile appeared on his face.

The smile was covered by a large beard, which was not very obvious.

Usually, he had a straight face and was very cold to others. Now he suddenly changed, it looked very unnatural.

"Sir, what do you need?"