Vol 3 Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Tonigel and the Young Lord (5) (First, everyone's support)

Brando opened the letter, and the entire letter was blank, but there was a secret in the upper right corner. He knew in his heart that the letter was lumped into a ball and then a piece of flame was burned into his hands to burn it to ashes.

Pieces of ashes fell.

Brando looked up, and Charles had good news for him-the druids were back. The news made Brando feel relieved, but instead of feeling excited, he went to see these people immediately, but said to the new followers on the side:

"Magic Duncan."

"Yes," the young man froze, realizing that Brando was calling him, and asked, "is there anything, Lord Lord?"

"Go get me Tajib."

"Tajib?"

"It's the caveman's head, you know it's in the city now, in the castle." Since entering the state of war, Brando has called Tajib into the city.

However, the cave patriarch was quite happy, at least Grudin did not give it this treatment.

As to whether Brando has any meaning to it, Tajib did not consider it too much. In its opinion, they have swear to their gods. These humans don't need to do it once and again.

"Give it a cloak so that it is not visible to as many people as possible," Brando said again.

The young man quickly nodded. "Sir, where do you want to see it?"

Brando listened to the question and lowered his head and ears and said something in his ear. The latter nodded immediately, and then looked at his lord again. After confirming that the other party had no more orders, he turned and ran in In the snow.

Brando kept seeing each other's back disappear in the heavy snow before he waved to others:

"Go, let's go elsewhere."

Akane looked back at Brando before, and she was always involuntarily comparing the appearance of this young lord with Macaro, and even with Eco.

But the red-haired girl quickly blushed and shook her head, and whispered, "Where are we going ... sir?"

Meditha gave her a funny look.

"A good place--" Brando replied.

The snow was getting deeper and thicker, and a thin layer of white was soon paved on the street. There were not many pedestrians, but the warm orange light shining from the houses on both sides made people feel at ease.

Akane's body has just recovered. This is actually the first time she has gone out this week, but this young girl with a long red ponytail seems to be returning to her past life—she held her thunder gun and opened it. A short distance followed, while looking at the surrounding streetscape with some indifferent eyes.

Meditis has always been interested in the human world. She occasionally asks Brando what it is, or what it is.

The three walked for a while until there was a jingling sound in front.

Melissa's long pointed ears heard the voice for the first time, and after a moment's stun, she realized that it was already near Burrow's forge.

In front of it is the forging workshop of Burrow-

Since Brando bought the batch of cold iron ore from Corvin and others, and delivered the magic eye gem, the forging plant in Burrow finally started. The shop here comes from the property of the original lord-or the private property of Gruddin. This was originally the smithy of Fir City. After buying the houses on both sides, Buru enlarged the area.

However, the presence of the venue does not mean that everything is good, the elderly can't afford to recruit all the staff, most of them are mixed. For this reason the blacksmith from the court of Eruin complained to Brando more than once that he did not support his work.

Fortunately, this situation has changed a lot since Ullir brought the first artisans.

The craftsman was sent by Red Copper Dragon Reto, because considering that the Mintai collar might become the front line of the war, the veteran sent almost all talented men to the fir collar. Of course, this is a long-term plan, and it may not be to show loyalty to this young lord.

But in any case, his urgent need was solved.

Although it is heavy snow at the moment, the foundry is in full swing, and the golden red flames blooming in the furnace dye the factory into an orange-red. This dazzling warm tone is inconsistent with the cold tones wrapped in silver. —— Even if Brando is standing outside the workshop, he can feel the difference between the warmth and the coldness on the clear dividing line because of the contrast of this color.

"Master Lord?" A voice came at this time.

Bellu just got rid of the countless trivial things in the workshop and instructed these stupid guys in his opinion to let him exhaust his thoughts, but when the old man couldn't afford to run out and planned to take a breath, he saw Three Brando standing outside.

"Master Burrow." Brando saw him and smiled. Naturally, he didn't come here to go shopping and watch the snow scene. The news that the Palas army was gathering made him worry. He had to gradually realize his plan.

"What?" Burrow said. "My lord is here to check the progress of my old man?"

"Dare." Brando shook his head. "Just a thought."

"Idea?" Burrow said a moment, but he saw the four men standing in the snow and said, "Anyway, go ahead and say, if the adults don't think that this place is too noisy or dirty--"

Brando nodded, and walked in with Matissa, Akane and the young man. The first armors and weapons in the foundry were being forged. The young lord glanced into the workshop—everyone came and went Bare-armed blacksmiths and apprentices, who did not wear robes to guide them-the people of Shire have not yet come, which shows that the first forged armors of Bailu were not white lion armor.

"Magic armor hasn't started yet?" He asked.

"Lord Lord, you said you weren't here to check the progress of the work," Bailu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I haven't worked for too many years, I have already given birth to a hand, and the magic eye gems you sent are precious. Sorry, I plan to practice first. "

The old man looked at the square and sighed, "Moreover, these people also need to be skilled, it's too far away."

"Yes, you are asking too much," Brando replied. Burrow used to be in the Royal Casting Bureau of Eruin, and he is the recognized first master. His assistants are now all famous figures. Look down on it.

The most skilled of these people are nothing more than blacksmiths in the countryside. Not to mention that few of them have ever used magic machines, and some even lack experience in forging weapons.

Casting armor is more complicated than weapons. It requires not only the experience of blacksmiths, but also the skills of tailors and leathersmiths. There are craftsmen from these industries in the workshop. They are responsible for connecting the forged parts together to make a complete armor.

The entire process is very slow and often takes hours or even days to complete.

Burrow frowned as he looked at the huge magical machine in the center of the workshop—it was a fairly primitive appliance, a product almost twenty years ago—for stamping and forming the chest and back plate armor at one time. Then use magic rays to cast spell arrays that may be used for mosaic.

However, the working conditions of these two old-fashioned old machines are quite unstable and often occur.

"The machines I used ten years ago are better than both of them, and they are in worse condition than my old man." Baru felt that he had never done such a difficult job in his life. Tonigel was almost in a remote and remote place. Nothing. Before that, it was hard to imagine that Eruin had such a place-it seemed as if it was a century or more behind the times he knew.

Without magical power, the city looks like a huge garbage dump, the outside is wild, and agriculture is still at the most primitive stage of self-cultivation.

And in the age that Burrow is familiar with-almost ten years ago, in the richest area of ​​Eruin, the manor has begun to use magic to nurture crop growth-students from the college are stationed in the field.

Those elements allow the apprentice to change the weather within a small range by changing the arrangement of the elements, making them suitable for crop growth.

But not here.

Large magic machines in other areas have long been invested in agricultural production, although this is only part of the whole change in the past century. The Cruzs learned this technology from the Hazels and indirectly affected Eruin. .

These technologies even changed the November war and brought the second world jihad, but the great progress of magic technology still changed the world.

of course.

Except in Tonigel.

It's not just Tonigel. In Baru's view, the entire Jean-Denell region is a barren land abandoned by history. It seems that because it has a master who does not like magic, it has always been excluded from civilization. outer.

Of course, this is just the personal bias of the old man. Brando knows that Eru's weakness in the southern border comes from a variety of reasons, not only to Dennell, but even to Golan-Elson, and the southern part of Karasu is almost the same.

The southern border of the kingdom has always been a marginal area of ​​the entire civilized world, because of the development sequence, geographical differences, or all aspects of the invasion of monsters-so whether it is Butch, Braggs or Tonigel, Compared to the hinterland of the kingdom in these places are almost two worlds.

"Let's take it, Master Bellow," Brando shook his head. Although these two magical guides were piled of broken copper and iron anywhere in Eruin, they were treasures here. When the two broken ones were found from Grudin's warehouse, Antinina had originally demolished a magic dredging device to study it, but the forge master stopped her.

The decision seemed wise at the moment, at least these two machines helped him a lot. No matter how old the two old machines are, they are at least better than Tonigel's original handicraft production.

Brando couldn't imagine the level of productivity that Fir Neck had remained almost on the earth in the Middle Ages. What a long cycle it would take to realize his plan.

Time won't wait for someone--

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(***. Everyone's enthusiasm has cooled down, please ask for support.)