Cold weapons are a man's romance

"Take off, take off your clothes?! Why do you want to take off your clothes? Aren't we here to buy swords?" Roman took a step back, clutching his chest tightly, like a weak girl facing a vicious pervert.

Cesar smiled even more, pulled out a tape measure, and pulled it hard a few times to test its toughness, as if it were a soft whip.

"It's all about tailoring the most suitable sword for you. Long swords are not as long as possible. For people of different heights, weights, and arm lengths, suitable swords are also different. Tall people can use A longer sword, but for a short person, a sword that is too long will disturb the balance. Therefore, it is necessary to measure accurate body data."

"Y-so that's the case, you should have said earlier..."

Roman can also understand the simple truth of customizing equipment according to a person's physique.But these two people took off his clothes without saying a word, no matter how you look at it, it looks like sexual harassment.

Roman unzipped the hoodie and opened his arms. "bring it on."

"Keep undressing," Cesar said.

"……is it necessary?"

"It's said to be 'accurate' data, how accurate are you wearing clothes? Do you want me to visually inspect it?"

Roman looked at the T-shirt on himself in embarrassment.The clothes aren't loose enough to interfere with the measurement results, are they?Can't you just stick it to the clothes and measure it?But Cesar is a professional, and he will definitely not let him do meaningless things for no reason, otherwise why make such a special trip?It would be better to buy ready-made swords.

He took off his T-shirt slowly, and greeted Cesar with his naked upper body.The latter suddenly covered his mouth and made strange noises, as if he was about to swallow something back into his stomach.

"Nice muscle."

"Thank you, I insist on exercising." After being praised by him, Roman couldn't help but feel a little happy.

While looking at him playfully, Cesar went around behind him and slowly pressed the cold tape measure to his arm.He measured very slowly, and wrote down the data on a small piece of paper after the measurement.Roman thought it was over, and just about to put down his arms, Cesar suddenly wrapped the measuring tape around his chest quickly.

"Even the bust measurement?"

"Of course, what if you want to make custom-made military protective clothing in the future?"

"That thing is also made to order?"

"It depends."

Given the choice, Roman would like to be able to buy off-the-shelf.Because ten seconds later Cesar was measuring his waist.His trainer let out a creepy laugh as he fiddled with the measuring tape.

"Can you hurry up?"

"I'm so sorry that I didn't evolve the laser scanning function and wasted your precious time!" Cesar exclaimed unhappily.

"No, I... I'm a little cold." Roman looked at the goosebumps on his arms and said helplessly.Maybe his goosebumps weren't from the cold, but from Cesar's fright.

"Then I'll ask you to take off your pants later, aren't you going to be so cold that you call your mother?"

"What? Even pants?!"

"just kidding."

Cesar measured Roman's height from the soles of his feet to his pelvis, wrote down the last set of data, and rolled up the measuring tape. "You can put on your clothes now."

"It's all over?" Roman grabbed the T-shirt without hesitation.

"Yes, I got extremely valuable data." Cesar tore the note in half with a smirk on his face, put one half in his pocket, and held the other half in his hand.

He pushed open the cabin door and called, "Humphrey! I've measured!"

The muscular shopkeeper was wiping the armor with a flannelette.Cesar handed him half a note in his hand.Humphrey raised his eyebrows: "What about the other half?"

"If I made a mistake, I tore it up."

Humphrey looked at him suspiciously.

Cesar yelled: "Bring over your picture book! Let Roman choose the style he likes!"

"On the counter. Can't you see for yourself?"

"Based on your attitude of greeting customers, it's no wonder the shop is empty."

"I didn't treat you as a guest."

While the two of them were arguing, Roman walked to the counter and opened the thick leather-covered book above.It shows long swords, swift swords and armor in various shapes, and the long sword part alone is more than 30 pages thick.Each sword was so exquisite that it was a headache for him to choose a favorite.If he could choose, he would want all of them, but unfortunately his financial resources are limited.Thinking about it this way, Cesar, who has a house full of collectibles, is quite rich, right?

"The long swords used for competition are here. There are relatively few choices." Humphrey ended the quarrel with Cesar, quietly appeared behind Roman, and turned the album to the middle page showing the sports equipment .He was a big guy, but he walked as quietly as a cat.

"Then what about collections?"

"The front is all. The gauntlet, sword hilt and weight ball can all be customized, you can choose whatever you want."

"To be honest, I like all of them..."

"Young people, don't be so greedy. Choosing a weapon is like choosing a bride. There are thousands of women in the world, but there is only one who can walk into the church with you. So you must carefully consider that a failed marriage is harmful to both parties. A tragedy."

Good metaphor!Roman couldn't help being moved.

Humphrey paused, and added: "Of course, if you are rich enough, it doesn't hurt to buy them all."

——Return my emotion!

Cesar rushed to the counter and quickly flipped the album to another page: "I recommend this one! The decoration is exquisite and well balanced, the design of the gauntlet is super cool, and the weight ball is a rare heptahedron shape. And I There's one that's the same, and if you pick this one, then we'll be able to... be able to..."

Roman thought, "But it's boring to use the same sword." He thought to himself, why Cesar is like a primary school girl, who chooses a good friend's same style for every hairstyle, so as to show that they are close.Roman hopes to have a different sword.Since you don't want to clash with other people's shirts, is it the same for clashing with swords?

Cesar was speechless.

Roman pretended not to see his resentful eyes, and turned to another page: "I like the design of this gauntlet, I hope to use this kind of handle and weight ball." He turned to another page, "The sword body can be engraved Inscription?"

"What are you going to engrave?" Humphrey asked.

Roman cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and deliberately said in a hoarse tone: "Please engrave—the Supreme Lord of the Rings leads all the Rings, and returns to the net; the Supreme Lord of the Rings imprisons all the Rings, and it is dark."

"Too long, no way." Humphrey said coldly.

"Then just engrave the first sentence?"

"Can't you engrave some normal text?"

He argued with Humphrey for a long time, and finally Humphrey reluctantly agreed to only engrave the first sentence.They hammered out the rest of the details and signed the custom contract.When he saw the price, Roman was dumbfounded in his heart. The sword for competition is not expensive, and the price is within an acceptable range, but the sword for collection is a bit too much to bear.But when he thinks that he can get a handmade long sword engraved with elven characters, the soul of the middle school in Roman's heart is burning. Even if he has to live on the street and drink the northwest wind tomorrow, he will still bring his sword. !

"I'll let you know when the sword is ready. Usually you'll be able to get the competitive sword in a week or two. You'll have to wait a while for the other one, considering... you need to engrave a special inscription." Han Frye looked at the picture of the Lord of the Rings inscription Roman sent him, with a complicated expression.

Roman was embarrassed: "I know this request is strange, but I hope to have a sword that fully meets my expectations."

"Understandable. Your request is not unusual. I have met a guy who wants to carve a person's portrait on a shield before."

"He must hate that man!"

You know, shields are used to defend against enemy attacks. Only those who have a deep hatred for each other will let the enemy's face be chopped off by others!

"How could it be? He used that portrait as a talisman. He seemed to think that with the protection of that portrait, he would be invulnerable."

"That portrait is of Jesus Christ?"

Humphrey burst out laughing, and looked at Cesar meaningfully.

The silver-haired coach turned his face away: "Have you finished discussing? I'm going to take Roman to the next place."

"Oh, it's settled. Speaking of which, will you participate in the next botn? The organizing committee told me that they really hope you can participate. Every time you appear, those female fans go crazy."

"Forgive me, my car broke down last time, so I had to take the subway to the assembly point. I was watched by countless people along the way, which was similar to a public execution. I was almost beaten to a concussion on the field. This 'precious' experience Once is enough, the second time I will probably die young."

"It's a pity, so are you interested in being a referee?"

"no!"

Cesar took out the sunglasses from his breast pocket, put them on smartly, and raised his chin at Roman. "Roman, let's go!"

"Oh..." Roman bowed to Humphrey, took the right to say goodbye, and hurried to catch up with Cesar.

Cesar parked the car two blocks away, and they had to walk quite a bit to find the car.

"Why don't you participate in botn anymore? I think that's quite interesting." Roman followed behind the coach and asked curiously.

Cesar strides. "I wasn't very interested in botn. This time, a team member got sick and asked me to take over temporarily."

"I thought you liked botn."

"Everyone has different interests."

"So Humphrey is the type of person who prefers botn?"

"More than just liking, he is a master in this area. He is the equipment consultant of the British team and is responsible for providing equipment guidance and suggestions before the game. The armor and weapons on the botn must conform to historical facts, and it is forbidden to create or travel through the era, otherwise you will be disqualified. "

"No wonder he still sells armor in his shop..."

Cesar turned around: "Do you like botn? If you like it, you can sign up with Humphrey now."

"It's enough for me to look at it. Let me fight each other in a suit of iron. I'm grateful for the insensitivity."

"What a coincidence, that's what I thought too."

They found the car.Cesar opened the door and got into the car.

"Where are we going next?" Roman climbed into the passenger seat.They've ordered weapons, what about armor?

"You will know when you arrive." Cesar pretended to be mysterious.

The next itinerary was not far away, and they arrived at their destination - a museum - in 10 minutes.There is a striking billboard outside the museum: Medieval and Renaissance Swords and Armor Exhibition.

As soon as Roman saw the billboard, he felt like he was about to come.

"There is still this kind of exhibition?!" He was so excited that his voice changed.

"Actually, there are quite a lot of such exhibitions. Have you never seen them before?" Sisar said sympathetically.

"I'm too busy training and competing, I don't have time to pay attention to these." Roman regretted.

"So," Cesar unbuckled his seat belt and leaned into Roman's ear, "I got your first time?"