Boer slowly straightened up, and began speaking, somewhat hesitantly.
"Master Lynn, of course Boer is willing to accept your Gold Pounds."
"But… but Master Lynn, Boer has a request that may offend…"
Lynn raised his brows slightly, looked straight at Boer, and spoke.
"Let's hear it."
Boer's face was still full of hesitation; in the end, he still opened his mouth and said.
"Master Lynn, Boer wants to purchase a batch of Standard Armor from you to arm Boer's Guard Team."
"Of course, if Master Lynn finds it inconvenient, you can refuse Boer directly."
"Boer is very clear that right now Master Lynn is fully devoted to recruiting soldiers, expanding the number of armored soldiers, and enhancing the Lord's military strength."
"Therefore, you need a large amount of Standard Armor."
"But Boer still wants to ask Master Lynn: if possible, please sell or exchange a batch of Standard Armor to Boer…"
Boer's Guard Team had already grown to fifty men.
