Vol 3 Chapter 94

Scene 94: The Girl's Knitting (1)

Brando was out of his wagon, which was far beyond everyone's expectation; but the young man quickly shook his head to get rid of this temporary annoyance, because it was more than the trouble he was facing now. Barely can go to the back-

Suddenly he felt that his journey was really twists and turns, and there were too many difficulties.

This is why he rushed back to Firthaw Fortress overnight, because just yesterday, Shire sent a message in his heart to tell him: Qian's condition once deteriorated, and she may not be able to support today--

This incident made Brando's mood just got better in the recent past. Cloudy's situation is only he knows the best except for Shire, but in order to deal with Shavrend's affairs as soon as possible, he can only force himself Try not to think about it in the bad way--

But some things were not shifted by subjective desires, and even though Brando had made the most complete preparations, Akane still only managed to this day.

In fact, as early as the day after he took control of the Shavrund mine, he asked a team of mercenaries to return Akane to his territory with Metisya so that Shire could control the goddess in the girl's body The speed of blood spread.

Although his puppet doesn't seem to be reliable in weekdays, after all, he is a mentor-level wizard who has stepped into the gold field. In these mysterious fields, he is much stronger than his golden swordsman and semi-suspender element. Already.

Unfortunately, Brando also understands that no matter how strong Shire is, there is no way to reverse the fact that has happened.

Akane's body has already died once. It is the powerful energy of the blood of God that reverses life and death and pulls her soul back from the underworld-but this is not without cost-the blood of God is not the savior nor the Red Cross. This godless power will not be so kind to rescue an ordinary person for no reason.

The purpose of the blood of God is to preserve the existence of Akane's soul so that it can better integrate with this body without rejection. Once this goal is achieved, then Akane ’s soul becomes its enemy, and the blood of God is not conscious. All her actions are based on the most instinctual response. Therefore, Akane will take control of the body after the blood of God. Was defeated in a short time.

Although Shir has tried to delay this time as much as possible, but the external forces will not be able to change the situation of Akane's offensive and defensive imbalance in the end, this day will come no matter sooner or later.

Brando felt uneasy at the thought of this, and lost much of his earlier chat with Oldham in the carriage. But he also knew that to finish, he was not only the lord that the red-haired ponytail girl chose to follow, but also the owner of everyone on this land.

At least for now.

He could feel this responsibility at any time, so he turned back and glanced at the tired old man in the carriage. Oldham was obviously not used to things like horse-drawn carriages. He was allergic to silk curtains and could not stand the bumps along the way.

If it wasn't for Brando's words that just aroused his interest, I guess the old dwarf would not be able to hold it.

"In the future you will be the chief architect in the realm," Brando said. "Don't you have anything to say to Antitina--"

Brando glanced back, unfortunately, Antitina was not here. She should be with Roman and Akane, she has a good relationship with Akane-to be precise, the relationship between the aristocrat Qianjin and everyone is acceptable.

As for Romain, who came back with Tiger Sparrow three days ago, escorted the batch of silver—of course, only in name. Brando knew that the little guy was just a bit boring in Shavrund and wanted to rub his teeth. Itchy.

"Forget it, I'll introduce her to you later," Brando said. "There is no manpower or financial land for the time being, but you can take over the repair of the city walls. I will let Clenthia and Master Buru deal with the matter. Hand it over to you, you can also ask them if you have any questions-"

He paused, thinking that the old dwarf was a miner, after all, and should not be familiar with architecture and engineering. However, the talent of Rune Dwarf gave him confidence. He said, "The fir city has a private library, which should contain books on architectural engineering. This castle was built by one of the previous lords, and many of them built cities. Masters, nobles like to record their experiences, if there are, they should all be in it. "

The old dwarf blinked, as if he had awakened from the dream of fortification. It reminds me that this young man is just the leader of a group of uprising mercenaries-he knew this beforehand, but he didn't care at first, he was a rune dwarf, not a bird human-as for the human lord and He didn't care about the king's breaking things.

It ’s a big deal that Oldham rolls up the pavement and returns to the land of the golden dwarf. After all, he is a dwarf, or an old man of high moral standing, of course, this is his self-proclaimed-but the dwarf is not used to living in the human world It's really not strange.

Moreover, if the old dwarf himself was driven back by the ruler of Eruin, he might be a respectable hero in the eyes of his compatriots.

Since the Second Jihad, the relationship between the Golden Dwarf and humans has not been very good.

But now Brando's words have brought back the stubby Oldham to reality, making him realize that his so-called chief architect is actually asking for no one, no money, no money, and even worse is that he himself Does not seem to be capable.

He suddenly remembered how he had promised a terrible thing, building a city? Martha is up. He doesn't have to do well to build a pigpen.

If the young man asked him if he had the confidence to build a fortress worthy of history, what would he say?

"Ah! Yes, Lord Lord, he Oldham can indeed build a fortified history-and he swears that no one can break through the gate of this fortress-because it has no gate at all!"

Oldham could imagine that if he answered like this, the young man in front of him might really kill himself with a sword. He immediately woke up with a cold sweat, and Fir even soaked his leather armor, making him snoring.

But Brando didn't notice Oldham's anomaly, thinking that the old dwarf was just too tired. In fact, he was very tired himself. He rushed back overnight and chatted with Oldham in the carriage. He hasn't slept yet.

He doesn't rest more than four hours a day in Shavrund. As a lord, there seems to be something to do. Brando thought he would never think of himself as a otaku when he was in that world. Will take the initiative to be so diligent.

But that's the truth, and it still happens.

This made the young man smile a little bit bitterly. He felt as if he had walked around and returned to the original point. He thought that if he had been so diligent in the world in the past, he might have achieved something extraordinary, but unfortunately there didn't seem to be so many in this world.

Now when he thinks about Akane, he can't help worrying, this kind of worry mixed with exhaustion almost makes him look pale. Furrow beside him couldn't help frowning when he saw him.

Oldham also froze for a moment. He saw this swaying young man holding the carriage door and still talking to himself. There was no lack of trust in him in the language. The old dwarf was as thick-skinned and couldn't help his ears. Slightly hot.

He didn't dare to face his opponent's eyes and lowered his head, hesitated not to reveal the truth, of course, in the end, he decided not to reveal. After all, this kind of thing hurts and hurts himself, and he is really afraid that Brando will spit out blood and fall to the side of the carriage.

Of course, he was more afraid that the subordinates of the young man would rush to separate his five horses. Rune dwarves would be heroic, noble, and rare in blood, and they would be killed with one sword.

He thought for a while, and decided to pass it. Maybe rune dwarves really have architectural talent? Oldham only obliviously agreed to Brando's words.

However, the young man recalled his experience in the game, saying that when the drainage system and the disposal of garbage were the key to building a giant city in this era, the old dwarf finally grasped the key.

His tiny eyes lightened slightly.

The Golden Dwarf is a race known for building underground mines and tunnel cities. They are the best miners and tunnel workers. Although they live in underground tunnels, they do not produce sewage—the Golden Dwarf does not take a bath for almost all their lives. They Eating the food in the soil, the limited sewage is also generated from drinking water-but Oldham knows that the crisscross underground tunnels make the golden dwarf unique in handling domestic waste.

In fact, cities with more than 100,000 people produce a large amount of garbage and sewage every day. If these sewage and garbage cannot be treated in time, diseases will arise and the plague will spread immediately. This means that large cities will not appear in areas where civilization cannot reach. One of the most important reasons.

But Oldham felt that he had found a way now. Drainage and disposal of garbage are sometimes common. He felt that if he borrowed the method of the Golden Dwarf, it might work wonders.

As for the fortress and the city walls-and of course the city gates, he would actually have some construction techniques for alpine dwarves. When the old dwarf finds himself squeezing his potential, some things seem less complicated.

He figured this out and finally nodded to the young lord.

Brando looked at Oldham and nodded, finally reassuring, and he looked back at Kellenia and Fern in the distance. There was no expression on the faces of the two chiefs. They knew that the young aristocrat might not be in a good mood at the moment, so no one wanted to touch the mold.

Brando looked back and said to Flo,

"Well, take me over."

"Don't you need to take a break?" The voice of the wild elf girl didn't have to be so concerned, but the content betrayed her mind: "Master Lord?"

"No need."

Brando took a breath. Fro might not know it, but he knew that Akane would be in danger at any time. Otherwise he wouldn't let go of everything and rush back all night-because he promised the other party underneath Schafflund and told the red-haired girl that there would be no problem.

So at this moment he would at least come back to fulfill that promise.

He is Brando, the man who wants to change the fate of this ancient kingdom. In this case, he thinks that at least the first thing he needs to change is the fate of everyone around him.

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(***: otl, I found out that the sunspots went out ... I have forgotten to upload the chapters in a long time and have forgotten to upload them, and I will publish them. I, I am sorry for you gesu, please forgive me as a sinner ...)