Cold weapons are a man's romance

"Roman, we've known each other for so long, I think it's time to say this." Cesar's eyes were as gentle as water.

"Wait a minute, Cesar, don't..."

"You may not be able to accept it. Even if you refuse me, it doesn't matter. Whether you agree or refuse, it will not affect our future exchanges. But I still want to say this."

"Please, don't be in the car..."

"I'm not trying to hide what I like, quite the contrary, and I'm very proud of it."

"Cesar, leave quickly..." Roman held his breath and tensed his body involuntarily.

"Roman, I want to say," Cesar's lips moved close to Roman's ear, exhaling a fiery breath, "It's time for you to buy your own sword. I would like to recommend a custom shop, what do you think? My sword It was custom-made at that store, and I am very proud of it. Of course, if you want to buy other brands, I don't mind."

"Cisar, can't you just get out of the car and say something? You want to talk nonsense in the car! Get out of here, this is a no-parking zone, and the police are coming soon!" Roman leaned on the car window, nervously watching There are slivers of movement all around.

If Alyssa had heard their tantalizing conversation, she might have picked up the mace and beat them both to death.

Cesar invited Roman to go out for a visit, and made an appointment to wait for him downstairs at Roman's house.

Roman never imagined that he and the coach could develop any close personal relationship before.He treats all coaches in a business-like manner, and the coaches never interfere in his private life.He was a bit at a loss when he met someone like Cesar who wanted to develop as a "teacher and friend".

Hearing that Cesar took the initiative to invite him to go shopping, he cheered for a long time in his heart, and he was relieved that Alisa and Cesar went out to play secretly.Roman thought, he actually still wants to have an in-depth relationship with Cesar, right?

He got up early that day, and it was rare for him to tidy himself up seriously, and put on the clothes he thought were the most handsome, which he bought when he went to New York for the competition.All he wanted was to impress Cesar. (Now he kind of understood why Alisa and the others had prepared "first date dresses". Women are a perceptive and respectable race!)

Cesar came to pick him up in his car.Roman pushed open the door of the apartment unit, and when he saw the big brother leaning on the car door, he thought that some star lived in his apartment.Who is that handsome guy with sunglasses in a gray and black suit?All the people passing by him unconsciously turned their heads to look at him, and some even deliberately went around in front of him to pretend to be innocent passers-by in order to get a few more glances.Even Roman's cat-loving old lady neighbor almost caught her kitten's tail because of patronizing him when she entered the door.There are really men in the world who "conquer everything from eighty to eight years old"!

"Hi, Roman!" The handsome guy in sunglasses raised his sunglasses, revealing the blue eyes that Roman was familiar with, "Get in the car!"

Roman got into the car with complicated emotions.Compared with Cesar, who is so handsome that he seems to be on the cover of a fashion magazine, he dresses casually like a beggar on the street.Alisa said that Cesar has better fashion taste than him, and she really wasn't bragging.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"We'll talk about it when we get there." Cesar pretended to be mysterious.

He drove the car into a side street by the Thames.The streets are lined with old Victorian buildings, or new buildings imitating the Victorian style.Most of the people who visit the streets are tourists.Perhaps because of this, the narrow streets are lined with "No Parking" signs.Ke Cesar ignored the conspicuous signs and parked the car directly in front of a store.

"Roman, it's time for you to buy your own sword. International fighting competitions generally have requirements for weapons, and many sporting goods companies also sell standard long swords, but I prefer custom-made. My sword is here Homemade. You can order it if you want. If you don’t want it, forget it. This is not a hard sell!"

"Uh, I know, but can you park somewhere else? Didn't you see that big sign? Hey, the police are coming!"

Cesar was stunned: "It's weird, I didn't have this sign when I came last month, and the road management department likes to find trouble for nothing. Then you go down first, I have to find a parking place."

Roman pushed open the door.The figure of a traffic policeman on a motorcycle appeared at the intersection, Cesar slammed on the accelerator and ran away.The traffic police motorcycle passed in front of him at a fast speed, and Roman tightened his coat.

Standing stupidly on the side of the street was not an option, so he entered the shop first.

This shop called "Whale Bone" doesn't look like a blacksmith's shop that makes custom long swords, but an antique shop through and through.The shelves are full of wind-up clocks, dolls, white bone china, pitch-black tea sets, ornate music boxes, brass binoculars and sextants, and even baseballs signed by celebrities.The only thing that has something to do with the soldiers is the armor in the corner of the shop.It is worn on a mannequin, and at first glance it looks like someone is standing there.Roman was taken aback.

There was no one in the shop, and the boss went somewhere to catch fish, and he never came out to greet customers.Roman then ventured closer to the armor.

It is very similar to the armor Cesar wore on botn, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.The silver-gray breastplate was polished as bright as a mirror, reflecting the face of the observer.The breastplate and plastron are connected by rings, resembling chain mail in movies.The shoulder armor is extremely thick and asymmetrical.The left shoulder armor covers the entire shoulder and half of the front chest, while the right shoulder armor leaves a part from the armpit to the front chest, and the breastplate and right shoulder armor are connected by a belt.The helmet seems to have a complicated structure, even the back of the neck is covered, probably to prevent the enemy from attacking from behind.

Roman gently raised the visor with one finger, wanting to see what the mannequin under the helmet looked like.

"You can try it on if you like." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Roman was so frightened that he withdrew his hand suddenly, and the knight's visor fell back with a loud noise.

"I... I'm just curious to touch it casually... I won't be required to lose money?" He turned his head and asked.

Standing behind him was a tall and strong man, about 35 or [-] years old, with a neat beard and a scar on the corner of his eyebrow, which was left there for unknown reasons.This man's temperament reminded Roman Manche of the knight-errant cowboy who walks the world with two guns in western movies. If he is given a cowboy hat and a horse, he can directly transform into a red man in the wild.

"The dressing room is over there." The strong man twitched his chin, "The structure of the armor is relatively complicated, do you need me to help you put it on?"

If he answered "Need", would he be dragged by this strong man into the airtight and narrow locker room over there, stripped of all his clothes, and forced to put on this hard and heavy guy?

Roman looked out the window, hoping that the traffic policeman hadn't gone far.It's a pity that he didn't even see the exhaust of the motorcycle.

"Uh, no need, I'll just take a look..." He sneered.

The burly man brushed the dust off his shoulder armor with his fingers. "This is authentic Milanese armor. The asymmetry is its biggest feature. Because the left half is used for defense and the right half is used for attack, the right shoulder armor and arm armor are more mobile. The rings here are all silver. Welded, like chain mail, can withstand even close-range shooting from bows and arrows."

The strong man lowered his voice mysteriously: "If you buy it now, you can also engrave your favorite coat of arms on the breastplate for free."

"I said it all, I just took a look..."

"Wearing it can directly go to the botn field. It is completely in line with historical facts and will never be sent off." The strong man raised his eyebrows persuasively, as if Roman missed the huge bargain if he didn't buy it.

The strong man's sales tone really made Roman unable to bear it, "I didn't want to go to botn, I came to order a long sword..."

"Oh, long sword!" Seeing the business coming, the strong man became more eager, "Do you want to use it for collection or for competition?"

"What's the difference?"

"There is no difference in weight. For competitive use, some safety improvements will be made, such as blunting and rounded heads. For collection, it is more beautiful. You can choose whatever decoration you like on the hilt, and if you want, you can also sharpen it for you. .”

"Then there's no need, I just need to use it for competition..."

The brawny man picked up a heavy picture album from the counter, turned to one of the pages, and winked at Roman: "Look, these are real pictures from our store. Which one do you like?"

The album is filled with all kinds of swords, from complex and gorgeous ritual swords to simple and elegant one-handed swords, each of which is as exquisite as a work of art.Roman suddenly felt dizzy, and felt Alisa's feeling that she couldn't walk before she came to the cosmetics counter.How can a man resist the charm of so many swords!

"I'm sorry, I take back that sentence just now..." He swallowed, "I also want the ones for collection."

The strong man made an inviting gesture: "Then please come here, and I'll measure your... body data." When he said the last four words, Roman clearly saw him lick his lips.

"Why do you need to measure your body data! You, don't come here!" Roman jumped back.

"How can I tailor it for you if you don't measure it? Houhouhouhou, don't run away, guest officer!" The strong man grinned.

——Pervert!

Roman screamed and ran away, but crashed into Cesar's chest.With a righteous face, Cesar embraced Roman and scolded the strong man angrily: "Humphrey, what do you want to do to my Roman!"

A burly man named Humphrey stops chasing Roman. "I just want to measure his height and arm length. I also want to ask him what he is running."

Roman was still in shock: "I thought... he was going to... take me..."

He gasped for a while, and found himself holding Cesar tightly, and Cesar hugging him.He hastily pushed the silver-haired coach away, his face flushed like a fire.

Humphrey looked at the two of them with a suddenly enlightened expression.

"Is this kid your new 'that' student?"

"Exactly." Cesar was full of pride.

"Then you come here, I will not interfere, lest you burn me through with your eyes." Humphrey laughed.

"What are you going to do?" Roman cried, and was dragged by Cesar to the boss's private room behind the counter.

Cesar closed the door behind his back, turned to face Roman, and smiled: "What are you waiting for, dear, take off your clothes."