Vol 3 Chapter 108

Scene 108: Tonigel and the Young Lord (8) (Second, how about everyone's support)

Brando nodded. Of course, he had considered such a situation, but one was to buy horse bones for a thousand dollars, and the other was that not all the old, weak, and sick collectives had no strong labor.

Some young people stay with their loved ones, and most lords do not host a family for a labor force.

And this is his advantage, not to mention that women can do a lot of things, and teenagers and children are the hope of the future of the territory.

Not many people may have such a vision in this era, but Brando has to plan for the long-term of Eruin.

So he just waved his hand and interrupted the master craftsman: "Master Bailu, I have considered all of this, and the problem should not be too big. The population is a future of the territory, and ignorant nobles can't see this, but I Don't mind giving them a lesson, all in all, it's up to you. "

"But the population is there, what about the food?" Burrow was still not assured. Although he was unwilling to speak verbally, he had to admit that Brando had done something popular after spending a few months here.

Whether out of selfishness or righteousness, he didn't want to see this young man's efforts ruined.

Even in private, when the night was still quiet, the old man thought more than once, was this young man really the one born to be called—otherwise, why would he resonate with the Lion Heart Sword?

And what he did was so much supported by everyone-such scenes sometimes made him seem to see that person.

The king who swore his sword under the shining banner.

The old man was a little unsure.

"Food is a problem," Brando nodded, but he looked at Burrow strangely at once: "Master Burrow, when did you care about this problem?"

The old Master Craftsman blushed and replied, "Just ask."

"I see," Brando said with a mysterious smile. "Food is indeed a big problem-but seeing so many refugees displaced, and suffering from the bottom of my heart, can't help but sleep and sleep-so even if it is difficult, I will You have to keep doing it, Master Burrow, do you mean? "

"You ..." The old man saw what Brando said eloquently, but his eyes laughed like a little fox, and he couldn't help getting angry: "Less nonsense, **** boy! What's going on? "

Medicia couldn't help but cover her mouth lightly.

"Of course it is not that serious," Brando spread his hand. "Food is a problem, but with the support of Schafflund's silver mine, it will not be the primary problem in the short term."

"It's not enough to buy, aren't you afraid of being dug by the dukes of the north?" The old man shook his head and said worriedly.

"First, the merchants of Ampelsel are 'merchants,'" Brando put up a finger. "Second, the northern fleet is still in the hands of Her Royal Highness."

"Of course Master Beru is not a hidden concern, but Tonigel is not inherently barren." Brando thought he had a druid in his hands and would he worry about planting problems? These guys playing turf are more powerful in agriculture than elements.

Although persuading druids who believe in the balance of nature may be a bit of a hassle, Brando had dug a pit well for them to jump. They had previously signed a treaty that would allow Druid to affirm that he would participate in all wars defending the territory-the food war is also a war, and Brando laughed badly.

The old man looked at him and shook his head: "I don't know what you want so many people to do. Tonigel already has a large population. As long as you can occupy this place, it will not be difficult to build an army-"

Brando did not answer, and of course Burrow would not understand his ideals. His ideals were not only Tonigel, Navalhalla, or even Eruin.

The young man's goal is a vision of the future, and his journey is endlessly barren.

After ancient honor, mankind will once again pick up the lost banner and march into the wilderness, and Eruin will expand and become a powerful empire.

And opportunity is in the wilderness that civilization cannot penetrate.

Brando would not answer Burrow's question, but he knew that one day these people would understand why he did it, as long as he was alive.

He smiled and shifted the topic: "When did Master Bailu care so much about the territories below, do you intend to stay true to them?"

The master craftsman paused for a moment, he couldn't help but cough loudly, and finally managed to take his breath away and replied anxiously: "Mix boy, you thought of going there, I just worry that your blood is gone and it's dragged me Career-no, I mean, impeding Her Royal Highness's revival of this kingdom. "

"That being the case, did you distort the subject too far, Master?" Brando asked a little funny.

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't we talking about a plan at first, how did we talk about the food? Or Master Bell, you want to change jobs with Miss Antitina?"

Burrow naturally knew that Brando was ridiculing him. Although the young lord could be regarded as excellent among the aristocrats of this generation, obviously he still lacked respect for the elderly— —And die without repentance.

He replied angrily: "I haven't fallen into adulthood so shameless of you, go and grab a bowl with a little girl. We were talking about the elemental stove ... forget it, I give up explaining this thing!"

The old man suddenly found that this explanation seemed to be unfavorable to himself, and quickly changed his tongue: "Well, according to what you say-we are back to work, in short, I have only completed less than three hundred sets of things so far. Check it? "

"Of course it would be better," Brando nodded, and he did want to see how well the project was completed, "but not here, is there a darkroom in this workshop?"

"Naturally," Master Bailu glanced at him. "Sneaky, uneasy."

Brando shook his head and smiled, thinking that if the old man was really as bright as he said, then why still set up a dark room in the workshop? He didn't remember arranging the other party in this matter.

But he didn't dare to say this, otherwise the bad-tempered old man might be furious and kicked out the three of them.

Under the leadership of Buru, the three walked through the hot workshop and opened a door to the south to enter the dark room. But Brando soon realized that he had misunderstood the old man, because this so-called dark room might be said to be a temporary warehouse or lounge.

The warehouse is not large, about tens of square meters square, and there are many boxes and barrels around it. The master craftsman passed by a little, then pried open one of them with a shovel, and took out a strange set of armor from it.

That is indeed a set of "strange" armors-because at least in the eyes of most normal people, that thing is not really a set of armors.

In other words, it is better distorted as a set of failed apprenticeships.

Because when you see it for the first time, you will doubt whether anyone can wear it. It does not have a helmet part, even a neckline, chest / back plates are tightly connected together, and the positions of hands and feet are different from normal people, and the key is that this set of armor is heavy and Buru has almost exerted his whole body strength. Only one thing got it out of the box.

The old man can even bet that this thing is for those knights and adults to wear-except for its weird shape, most people can't wear it.

Because it is too heavy.

At last Burrow panted heavily and threw the armor on the table. After a loud noise, he raised his eyelids and glared at Brando, and said, "Look, this is exactly according to your drawings-I I guarantee there is no change, and I can assure you that no normal person can wear it-- "

He shook his head: "I don't understand what you want to do when you make such a set of things! Oh no, not one set, but more than two hundred sets-!"

Brando listened to these complaints with a smile. He looked at the armor set. He was very satisfied with the armor set. He had to say that Bellow's craftsmanship was indeed the first of Eruin and it was called before the Second Black Rose War Alluin's only master.

At least in terms of the reduction level of this armor set, at least the level of 60 masters can be achieved. Before the Second Black Rose War, the masters belonged to a non-existing title even among the life professional players. .

Even within the next 20 years, it still existed as a large Chinese guild. It's no wonder Brando stared at Buru with a smile, like a baby.

"Are you listening to me, boy?" The old man looked at Brando with a smile and said nothing.

"Of course," Brando nodded. "I'm satisfied."

"I know you're satisfied, but you haven't answered me yet, what exactly is this?" Burrow suddenly felt discouraged. He felt that talking to this young man seemed like a very laborious task, because you could never keep up with each other Ideas.

"You will understand what this is, Master Bailu."

"So?"

"Wait a moment, I think it's better for me to tell you this thing--"

"What does that mean?" Burrow froze.

But at this time, the knock on the door rang outside. The old man froze slightly, but few people came to disturb him when he was resting. He raised his eyebrows and immediately shouted, "Who?"

"It's me, master." The voice outside the door shrank.

"How do I know who you are, bastard!" Burrow couldn't help yelling when he saw the young man smiling and laughing: "Say, what's the matter, you better find one that can convince you My reason is to stop letting me go! "

"That's it ... it's for Lord Lord ..."

The old man froze, and he turned to Brando in doubt.

Brando nodded slightly.

"Let them come in," Burrow replied.

Then the door shoved open, and it was the young man who was branded as "Magic Duncan" by Brando. Of course his duck had been put away, and at this time another was following him. Weird guy.

A short man covered in a long cloak.

"Dwarf?" Burrow frowned.

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