The Amber Sword

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"Charle?"

Brando nodded.

"... Of course, if there are artisans in the city who are good at engineering, you can also pay attention to it." He thought for a while, but of course did not expect much of this proposal, because the craftsmen who know how to build cities are all engineering in this era. A master figure with a great reputation-even Brando himself is not convinced that a remote place like fir town will be crowded with hermits, and all places will lie crouching.

This is not writing novels. Things like Master Bailu are after all exceptional.

But in fact Brando said that he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. It ’s also like, for example, building a fortress, especially a large fortress—to be honest, it ’s not a game—how much or how much resources are consumed, the system will directly get you out of the warehouse, and then 'beep ~ 'Let you drop a fortress in the reckless forest with a sound.

Here, clay and stone do not automatically run to the wall, even a brick must be burned out of the kiln before being sent to the construction site. The labor force is not just a mere data. If it only brings those people together, then these people are just a black hole that consumes a lot of food day after day.

How to arrange and co-ordinate manpower is a very professional skill. Although it is simply to let a hundred people work together to exert the strength of a hundred people instead of fifty or less, it is difficult to do.

Although Brando has experience in managing a few people, once this number rises to thousands to tens of thousands, they are a bit helpless.

After all, this is not a war, you must first know what these people should do.

In his mind, there were some of the best candidates-the artisan wizard of Buga, the mountain dwarf of Roland, or the great goblin of Georgia, all of whom were the world's best fortification craftsmen.

But the best is not necessarily the most suitable. First of all, apart from Buga's artisan wizard, Brando didn't even know where to go now to find the mountain dwarf or the goblin.

Roland's mountain dwarf lives in a country farther north than St. Osor, where the mountains are covered with snow all year round, and in Eruin in the south, you can hardly see this nation. There are many hill dwarfs, but the distant relatives of these mountain dwarves are experts in winemaking, and have little to do with fortification.

As for the goblin, let alone this. The ground goblins belong to the noble people in the grounds of Qorgendigang. They are not only the masters of fortifications, but also one of the most combat-literate peoples. They cannot run into the barren surface world and suffer like Tajib.

And the only artisan sorcerer who can be found in Buga, those white-bearded old men who are high above the Silver Alliance, Brando doesn't expect that they will look on themselves.

Those who have become elites are no better than those who have encountered these 'villages' who have not seen much (according to the wizard of Buga), Brando is very suspicious that these silver people may be in a whisper between words and accidentally It is not impossible to guess the identity of his passerby.

For a moment Brando had no thoughts. This kind of thing can only be done one step at a time. Although there is no way to do it in a short period of time, after a long time until his strength rises, he may find any alternative means.

Therefore, he can only add one sentence in the end: "Let go of your hands and feet, I believe in your ability."

It was this sentence that brightened the eyes of the nobleman, and then nodded seriously.

But at this time, a young man's voice came from outside: "I seem to hear you calling me, Lord Lord?"

Akane leaning on the edge of the black pine not far away followed the voice subconsciously, and she just saw Charel in a black robe coming in from the outside-in fact, the young archmage had ** * After that, he rarely appeared in front of outsiders, as if he had plunged into the small room arranged for him in the castle, leaving nothing to the world.

Of course, according to Shire's own explanation of Brando, he is familiar with spells-after all, an apprentice who has become a mentor-level wizard overnight needs a buffer time.

Now it looks like this guy is doing pretty well these days. When Brando saw him, the young wizard had a relaxed look on his face-even a bit of a taste-and it seemed that the outside world was indeed better than him. It's much more interesting in the graveyard.

Even if I stayed in a small room all day.

"Why are you here?" Brando asked, but he immediately saw that Charles was not alone, and he was followed by a young man.

He knew the young man--the only lucky or unfortunate guy in the team of adventurers that he had met when he first entered fir town. Brando remembered that he was a string magic apprentice.

But the young man has remained in the group since they killed Grudin, which makes him quite puzzled. As far as he knows, this young man and several of his companions are from a gentry family. Although it is not powerful, it is at least after the nobility.

Such a birth, there is really no need to fool around with these mercenaries and a group of them. According to Antitina, their group said it was nice to call the insurgents, and said it was bad, but in fact it was not far from the robbers who were kings of Zhanshan.

It can only be said that the real robber group lacks someone who understands the rules of the game between nobles like him and the noble Qianjin.

Shire smiled slightly and walked to a few people. A respectful greeting to Brando. A wizard salutes a noble like this. If an outsider sees that it is necessary to scare his chin, the young mage still meticulously greets: "Lord Lord."

In fact, his actions have surprised the young people behind him.

The young man, who was habitually wearing a turquoise robe and lacked expression on his face, finally showed a strange look, and looked at the master and servant: Although Brando was a first-class swordsman master of gold, but Charles was not too shy Jean, the same young wizard of the Golden Order, speaks of a much higher status than a mere swordsman.

It was the same even if Brando had aristocratic status.

Antitina, who was standing beside Brando, holding the file, was not surprised, she shook her head only when she didn't see the treatment. And Matissa and Akane did not understand the etiquette of humans in this era, and grew up in the collective of mercenaries from a young age. Naturally, they did not have this knowledge, but were much more calm than young people.

"Actually, I'm here for money," Charles replied with a smile, and he scratched his head-you can imagine a master mage scratching his head helplessly, this time even Qian's eyes were drawn: " But first it's money. "

"Send money?" Brando frowned.

"Let's talk about money first, because I know that you are always more interested in bad news, adults." Charles immediately rushed to answer: "You asked me about the last time. I thought about it and it should be fine."

Brando reacted immediately.

At first, he originally intended this guy to form a council of casters similar to the Star and Moon Tower-after all, Shire is now virtually the invisible leader of all the casters in his territory, if further integration It is not impossible to look at the uneven wizard apprentices among the mercenaries.

Although it looks a bit horrible now, the prospect is still very impressive; not to mention that it can compete with the Silver Alliance in the future, but it is not inferior to the Black Tower Wizard.

The only trouble is that I don't know if there is any relevant taboo about Shire's heritage as a black tower wizard. Brando knew the strictness with which the wizards kept their respective knowledge systems secret. When the Black Tower Wizards came out of the Silver Alliance, they almost caused a war.

Of course, this is a digression. Brando only mentioned it at first, but he did not expect to receive a reply today. But let ’s not mention it first. This line of Shire ’s “Send Money” really surprised him.

What trick was this guy playing? He thought of it for the first time.

"Let's talk about the second thing," Brando replied.

But Shire reminded with a smile: "Master Lord, have you forgotten what is temporarily here with me?"

"What is it?" Brando was wondering, but saw that Charr took out a picture from the dimensional bag around his waist--

"Martha is on, princely princess painting!"

Antinina's eyes widened, and the documents on her hand slipped to the ground, shouting helplessly.

Immediately, she looked suspicious: "Isn't this a fake?" She looked at Shire and then Brando, thinking that, judging by the nature of her Lord Lord and the mage, it seemed that Not impossible.

But Brando shook his head: "This is the real thing." He had already remembered this thing, and the stolen goods that they took away while they were in Ridenburg, although not so glorious to say, but now it seems-at the beginning This decision is truly brilliant.

The dazzling paintings are highly sought after in the collection market, and it is not impossible to sell a few million tolls. Although this amount of money is not much, it is enough to relieve the urgent need.

However, there is no market for this thing in Fir City. If you want to sell it for a good price, you must find the right place. Brando actually had a goal in his mind at this time, and that was Eruin's only *** trade port:

Ampelsel--

He couldn't help thinking that he really needed a person to go to Ampelsel, not to mention that in the future, the Baron Fir will certainly establish trade relations with this port. Even the intricate power relations there are enough to attract real adventurers to invest in it.

Especially in this season, the various armies are under pressure, Brando guessed that Ampelsel at this moment must be lively.

Thinking of this, a smiling smile had appeared on his face.

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