Vol 3 Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Tonigel and the Young Lord (7) (First, everyone's support)

"Little guy," but at this moment he suddenly heard the sound of Otales in his heart, "I always wanted to ask, isn't the silver elf girl following you the elven royal family?"

"Master Otales, she is a royal family, what's wrong?" Brando replied.

"It's nothing, she looks familiar, like an acquaintance of mine, but I don't think it's possible, probably her descendants-" Otalace shook her head and replied: "But if she is a royal family, Then your problem is not a problem. "

"why?"

"One of the silver elves' silver heritage is elemental transmission technology, and the royal family definitely masters this technology." Otales replied, and then went silent.

That's it, Brando knew it now, and he looked up at Curtis with curiosity: "Will you, Curtis?"

The silver elf girl nodded slightly.

"Well, this problem is solved," Brando knows that this is actually one of the two most difficult points of Elemental Stove. Solving this problem can be said to have solved half or even half of the problem, but he still asked "How do you turn these elements of fire into a continuous flame? According to me, most alchemy heuristics today are instantaneous, and the elemental furnace needs constant and continuous inspiration-"

"Isn't there a solution?" Burrow's frown just sank again, and he said a little distressedly: "It doesn't look difficult."

"Of course, this is very difficult. This requires very high stability of the law. But fortunately, there is no alternative. The first is to strengthen the law, but this will affect the output. The second is to use better law materials. This will increase costs. "

Brando thought for a moment that the miniaturized elemental furnace could use a reinforced array. The cost of large size is slightly higher, which seems acceptable, anyway, wool comes out of sheep.

Although it was as difficult as this, he thought that he had Tamar in his hands, and there must be no problem in handing it to the master of alchemy.

He shook his head aside the question: "Well, there are better alternatives than none. Let's move on to the next question, what about the magic channel and core?"

"At the core, I can find some way," Burrow glanced at him, and the old man said a bit sloppily for the first time: "I should have some familiar people in Ampelsel, Colkova and Sifah. , I can probably ask them to help me get some-but the biggest ones are not expected. "

"Medium is enough!" Brando replied. As for the anti-magic transmission device Antitina, there was an original design that should be barely usable-that thing is rarer than the magic core and almost completely controlled. In the hands of the royal family and the great aristocracy.

However, he glanced at the forge master a bit unexpectedly. This was the first time he had actively mentioned the use of his interpersonal network-it seemed that the gadget was not so attractive to the old man.

But Brando's real surprise is that the network of nobles, especially master figures like Bai Lu, is a big network. If it can be used by him, that would be a great news.

He couldn't help but ask tentatively: "That being the case, why don't you ask them to bring us some people, aren't you understaffed, Master Bailu?"

The old man glared at him: "Do you want to drag more people into the water? I don't care about others, but don't worry about my idea. The people I know are either Wang Dang or my students. I don't want them to get on the thief boat. ! "

"No, no, you're wrong," Brando was not discouraged, and continued to persuade, "Either the Duke of Kings, or us, we are now on a boat, and we are all working for Her Royal Highness. What? "

Bellow snorted. Although he didn't believe the other person's words, he thought about the resonation between Brando and Lionheart Sword, and it was loose: "But I have promised to work for you, young man, as for my student, I No power to interfere with their choices-let alone the Kings, let alone. "

"I didn't let you interfere in their choice, Master Bailu," Brando quickly shook his head with a sigh, "I'm not trying to force them to work for me, but can also help us with some help. Well, people have to learn to adapt! "

"You see-this is not much different from helping us 'smuggling', in essence they are all working for Her Royal Highness, and they are also paying for the glory lost by Eru!"

"The most important thing is that we will pay for this and will never let your students lose out, Master Bellow, this is a win-win business-"

Brando drew a nice flat cake to Bailu while following the temptation.

Of course, this action fell in the eyes of Akane and Matissa, making them unable to bear it, because the young Lord Lord was now as bad as the devil from the scorching hell-the honey-souled sword. Mindful.

They looked at Master Bailu who was stunned by Brando because he was caught, and then looked at Brando-but the young lord quietly glanced back at them to avoid the two. The lady really laughed and spoiled the atmosphere.

Brando couldn't help thinking at this time-he was just the head of the game for a few years, and he had already acquired the ability to draw big cakes, but this was more than those of large and small companies in his world. For management, it's still a witch.

He wants those guys to come through, and it is estimated that a large-scale multinational fraud agency can be established-no, no, it should be a large multinational enterprise-not right, it is a large multinational religious institution!

And presumably not inferior to the Temple after the Wind or the Temple of Fire.

While Brando promised Burrow, these non-marginal thoughts were still turning in his mind. And the Eleune's master palace craftsman seemed to be really moved by him in the end. He hesitated and said:

"All right, sir, what else do you need?"

"People," Brando said, "more people!"

"People !?" Burrow was startled, and he glared at Brando in surprise. "You, you want me to do human trafficking? Are you crazy? Eruin is forbidden to traffic--"

However, he was a little bit jealous because, in fact, in many underground black markets in Eruin, the nobles were also engaged in such rampant work, which is an open secret.

But at least this young lord was not the kind of person in his heart. Although Burrow always dismissed Brando's somewhat idealistic integrity, he still appreciated it as a young man rather than a lord. The character on the other side.

Brando frowned and shook his head: "What are you talking about, what kind of people are buying and selling? This is too embarrassing! Mr. Bellow, don't you bring the bad habits of the old aristocracy to my territory-"

Baruch wasn't caught. He stared at Brando angrily, thinking that this wasn't your first suggestion. When you say that you want population, it seems that there is no other way to get more people besides buying and selling people.

"Then what do you mean, Lord Lord?" The old man asked angrily.

Brando nodded.

"Well, do you know the Black Rose War?" He asked.

"what is that?"

"That is……"

Brando suddenly suffocated, because he remembered that at this time it seemed that the official had not yet given a unified name to this war, as for what the Black Rose War still did not exist.

So he immediately coughed and changed his voice without a trace: "I mean, that war just ended--"

"You mean Madara's invasion?" Burrow thought for a moment, and said a little puzzledly: "But what does that have to do with that Roshko Black Rose war?"

The young man blushed old, but couldn't help but have a black line on his head, wondering if this **** old man can't open the pot.

However, he was thinking about how to perfuse the embarrassing situation, but at this time Qian whispered, "I heard that Madara is called the black rose of Brahmando. I think Lord Lord said this."

The old man was stunned, and then nodded: "This makes some sense, so I think the historian might also name it this way, then what?"

Brando almost wanted to hug Akane at this time-if not afraid to be sorry for Romain. However, he gave up the delusion, and continued to cough gently:

"The Black Rose War seems to be the biggest war that Eruin has experienced since the November war, but it is not the case. Since the royal family has no binding force on the place, the nobles have fought against each other every year. This ancient kingdom It ’s no longer a day of suffering. ”

Brando was talking about the true situation of Eru over the past two decades. Everyone present was deeply touched and nodded in agreement.

"Master Bailu, do you know the refugees in Mintai now?" The young lord asked again.

"Of course, some of my people came from those refugees." Burrow took a moment to react, and suddenly he looked at Brando in surprise: "Master, you mean ... refugees?"

Brando nodded. The perennial war created a large number of homeless refugees. These refugees either depended on the powerful lords and became peasants and congregations without personal ties, or they had no food or clothing and no residence.

Although there is no detailed statistics, he believes that in this era, there are a large number of people who are troubled by the distressed life in both North and South.

To attract these people is very simple. A full meal and a longing for a good life is enough to get them to Toniger.

What he wants to provide is nothing more than giving them a way to get here.

However, after being surprised at first, Parr calmed down quickly. He reminded: "Sir, these refugees may be real, but most of them are old, weak, sick, or women, children Labor is valuable in any eyes. I am afraid that such a good thing will not turn on you.

(***. Seek support first as usual.)