Yiduo smiled. His mother's health was poor, so he was never well-fed as an infant. When he got a little older, his father bought him goat's milk and cow's milk to drink.
Yiduo didn't know why, but despite being a pure-blooded man of the empire, he liked goat's milk more than the people from the steppe regions. This even led to him falling in love with the taste of goat's milk wine the first time he secretly tried alcohol.
"That's some beautiful armor you're wearing. If I had to buy it myself, it would probably break my heart. For the same amount of money, I could arm more than sixty serfs."
The more Henry looked at Yiduo's armor, the more he liked it.
Eastern bronze armor with chainmail, Copper Armor Shoulder Guards, reinforced leather bracers, Clamped Boots, and that "Desert Lord Helmet"—he looked like an elite. The Two-Handed Execution Axe and high-quality long steel sword he carried were also weapons Henry quite liked.
