Charlie quickly nodded.

"Yes, Grandpa! It was Rodney who killed that bear a few days ago. They were hunting in the spring, and the giant bear suddenly ran out and attacked the horses and the crowd. Rodney stood up and saved Hilton, Niemann, and his 15-year-old son."

Leoheart heard a few familiar names and smiled, rubbing his nose.

"Hilton and Niemann, it turns out these two rascals are also here. But Rodney used to be a great guy. 17 years have passed, and he's still a hero." Leoheart examined the crossbow in his hand, nodding.

"If we use this thing, we might really be able to kill a Magical Beast on our own. Rodney has that recklessness. By the way, Master Charlie, if they can make so many of these, it means they can definitely supply the army in bulk~"

Charlie said confidently, "That's for sure. They are all veterans who have been in battle and know what weapons the front line needs. They definitely hope to distribute such excellent things to our soldiers as soon as possible. Rodney has already opened a steel factory in the north, and as long as the military is willing to purchase, I believe they will be able to deliver enough crossbows and arrows to the front line soon."

Leoheart looked at the crossbow and made up his mind.

"We'll buy them! I can't speak for other legions, but the Third Legion must buy ten thousand of them! With these, even if it's the barbarians or those magicians, we can turn them into hedgehogs!" But just as he finished the bold statement, he felt that it might not be appropriate and looked around to find that no one was paying attention to him. He whispered, "When we go back, tell Sodis that bastard and ask Rodney to order ten thousand crossbows and 100,000 boxes of arrows. I'm just worried that Rodney, that reckless guy, won't be able to deliver them. Haha~"

But just as he finished speaking, another legion commander approached from behind and asked quietly, "Leoheart, with such a huge purchase of military equipment, won't it arouse suspicion from the magicians? What about the Crown Prince..."

Upon hearing this, the legion commander frowned. "I'm not afraid of them! The Third Legion will be deployed to the battlefield next year. I can't let my soldiers fight the barbarians with wooden sticks! If the Crown Prince has to be cautious even when purchasing equipment for the army, then he can just remove us all and send us to the north to become relaxed little nobles like Rodney. I am a soldier and have no interest in palace power struggles!"

But after Leoheart finished speaking, the legion commander quickly reminded him in a low voice, "Speak quietly. Are you afraid that the magicians' spies are not enough? Let's go hunting quickly!"

Leoheart shrugged heavily and sighed. "Ah, pathetic!" He turned his head and glanced at the Marshal sitting on the horse, wanting to say something but stopped. Then he shook his head and left with the steel crossbow in his hand.

Richardmann smiled as he watched the hunting dogs and knights running towards the forest, but gradually his smile froze. He just stared into the distance silently. Young Charlie approached with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"Grandpa, if this deal goes through, our family will have a lot of gold coins!"

Only then did Richardmann turn his head, stroking his grandson's head, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Grandpa is no longer useful, Charlie. Fortunately, we have you~"

"How could that be? This time it's because of Grandpa's prestige that we were able to convince Commander Leoheart."

But Richardmann shook his head.

"Charlie, remember, it's because this crossbow itself is excellent, not because of Grandpa's prestige, that we were able to sway the commanders. Don't mention Grandpa's prestige in the military anymore. It's dangerous, for the family and for the commanders. Do you understand?"

Charlie nodded solemnly. He clearly understood his grandfather's meaning. King Nicholas II's health was deteriorating, and the situation in Vanecole and the Lance Empire was delicate. The once wise and martial Emperor had begun to distance himself from his loyal comrades, especially military leaders like Richardmann, who had reasons to be suspicious of him. The Crown Prince faction, supported by the magicians, took advantage of the situation and oppressed the military with impunity. On one hand, they aimed to gain favor and power, and on the other hand, the military supported the second prince.Grandfather's actions were more about preserving the family and ensuring the loyal subordinates did not attract unnecessary attention. However, to the magicians, today's Spring Hunt seemed to have an aura of rebellion. Perhaps at this very moment, someone's eyes were watching from an unexpected place, reporting every word and action to a hidden person with ill intentions.

The family could no longer rely on Grandfather's achievements and connections to survive. This would bring unforeseen dangers, a disaster that could strike at any moment. Therefore, he needed to find a way to break free from this circle and lead the family onto a new path of survival. Engaging in commerce was a good choice.

With these thoughts in mind, Charlie put away his crossbow. Supplying the military would indeed bring in substantial profits, but he needed to find a way to distance himself and not directly participate. Hilton and Niemann would serve as excellent intermediaries. With their loyalty as soldiers and shrewdness as businessmen, they were more than capable of handling this job.

Suddenly, a hurried whistle sounded, followed by the sound of prey being driven out of the forest and the barking of hunting dogs. A small group of wild boars emerged, and Charlie quickly raised his crossbow. However, before he could fire a shot, two arrows whizzed through the air and slowed down the movements of the boars.

Richardmann and Leoheart desperately pulled the trigger, excitedly charging forward.

"Hit! Be careful, Leoheart! Wild boars are tough! One arrow won't do!"

"Understood, Marshal! But this time, it's a heavy arrow from a powerful crossbow. Two arrows will definitely do the job!"

As soon as the words fell, another arrow flew through the air, piercing the wild boar's head. The huge beast weighing over two hundred pounds crashed to the ground.

Leoheart happily walked up to the fallen prey, kicking the lifeless boar and remarking with a sigh, "Accurate and powerful! With this, even a weakling can kill three savages."

Meanwhile, the servants had already approached with the boar Richardmann had shot. It had been hit by three arrows, all fatal wounds.

The old man chuckled and said, "Very good, a victorious start! But wild boar meat is too gamey. We should stew a pot of rabbit meat later. I haven't tasted game in a long time."

He casually handed the steel crossbow to a nearby servant and walked forward, saying, "Tell them to arrange a table with wine. We need to warm up our bodies. It's still a bit chilly during late spring and early summer."