Scene 107 Tony Geer and the Young Lord (7)

"Little guy," but at this moment he suddenly heard Otales's voice in his heart, "I have always wanted to ask, is the little silver elf girl following you a member of the elf royal family?"

"Lord Otales, Medisa is considered a royal, what's wrong?" Brando replied.

"It's nothing. She looks familiar. She looks like an acquaintance of mine, but I think it's unlikely. She is probably her descendant -" Ortales shook her head and replied: "But if she is from the royal family, Then your problem won’t be a problem.”

"Why?"

"One of the silver elves' silver heritage is the elemental transmission technology, and the royal family must have mastered this technology." Otales replied, and then fell silent.

It turns out that this is the case, Brando finally understood. He raised his head and looked at Metisa curiously: "Can you do it, Metisa?"

The silver elf girl nodded slightly.

"Okay, this problem is solved." Brando knew that this was actually one of the two most difficult problems of the elemental stove. Solving this problem can be said to solve half, or even more than half, of the problem, but he still asked Said: "Then how to transform these fire elements into continuous flames? According to me, most of the alchemical enlightenment circles nowadays are instantaneous, while the elemental furnace needs stable and continuous enlightenment——"

"Is there no way to solve it?" Belu's brows that he raised just now sank again, and he said a little distressedly: "It doesn't seem to be very difficult."

"Of course it is difficult. It requires very high stability of the magic circle. But fortunately, there are no alternatives. One is to strengthen the magic circle, but this will affect the output effect. The second is to use better magic circle materials. This will drive up costs.”

Brando thought for a moment, and the miniaturized elemental furnace could use a reinforced magic circle. The slightly higher cost of large-scale operation seems acceptable, since the wool comes from the sheep anyway.

Although this was difficult, he thought that he had Tamar in his hand, and there would be no problem in handing it over to the alchemy master.

He shook his head and threw away the question: "Well, having an alternative is better than nothing. Let's move on to the next question, what about the magic transmission device and the core?"

"I can find a way to get some cores," Beru glanced at him, and the old man said hesitantly for the first time: "I should have some familiar people in Ampersel, Corkova and Sifah. , I can probably ask them to get some for me—but I’m out of luck with the biggest one.”

"Medium size is enough!" Brando replied,

As for the magic power transmission device, Antitina has a set of original designs, which should be barely usable - that thing is rarer than the magic core, and is almost completely controlled by the royal family and the great nobles.

However, he glanced at the forging master with some surprise. This was the first time that he took the initiative to use his network - it seemed that this thing was really attractive to the old man.

But what really surprises Brando is that the interpersonal network of nobles, especially masters like Belu, is a big one. If it can be used by him, that would be great news.

He couldn't help but asked tentatively: "In that case, why don't you ask them to get some people for us? Aren't you very short of manpower, Master Beilu?"

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 try to take my idea. The people I know are either royal gangsters or my students. I don't want them to get on the pirate ship." !”

"No, no, no, you are wrong," Brando was not discouraged and continued to persuade: "Whether it's the royal party or us, we are all on the same boat now, and we are all working for Her Royal Highness, right? What?"

Belu snorted. Although he didn't quite believe what the other party said, he thought about Brando's resonance with the Lion Heart Sword and felt a little relieved: "But I have promised to work for you, young man. As for my students, I We have no right to interfere with their choices—not to mention the royal party.”

"I didn't let you interfere with their choices, Master Belu." Brando sighed and shook his head. "I don't want to force them to work for me, but they can also help us with some help." Well, people have to learn to be flexible!”

"Look - this is not much different from helping us 'smuggle'. In essence, we are working for Her Royal Highness, and we are also paying for the lost glory of Eruin!"

"The most important thing is that we will pay for this and will never let your students suffer. Master Belu, this is a win-win deal -"

While Brando was persuasive, he drew a beautiful pie for Belu.

Of course, this action fell in the eyes of Qian and Medisa, and they couldn't help but laugh - because this young lord looked like a depraved devil from the scorching hell at the moment - he was just as bad as the Honey Sword. Eyes of mind.

They looked at Master Belu, who was caught with a sore leg and was then fooled by Brando, and then looked at Brando - but the young lord quietly turned back and glared at them, lest the two The lady actually laughed and ruined the mood.

Brando couldn't help but think at this time - he had only been a team leader in the game for a few years, and he had already developed this ability to draw a big pie, but this was compared to the big and small companies in his world. As far as managers are concerned, it's still a big deal.

If he wanted those guys to time travel, he would probably be able to establish a large-scale transnational fraud organization - no, no, it should be a large-scale transnational enterprise - or, no, a large-scale transnational religious organization!

And it will definitely not be inferior to the Wind Queen Temple or the Flame Temple.

While Brando was making promises to Belu, these far-fetched thoughts were still running through his mind. And the master craftsman of Eruin's palace seemed to be finally convinced by him. He hesitated and said:

"Well, sir, what else do you need?"

"People." Brando said: "More people!"

"Human!?" Bolu was startled. He stared at Brando in surprise: "You, you want me to engage in human trafficking? Are you crazy? Eruin prohibits human trafficking -"

However, what he said was a bit lacking in confidence, because in fact, in many underground black markets in Eruin, nobles are also carrying out such dirty activities. This is an open secret.

But at least this young lord is not such a person in his mind. Although Belu has always dismissed Brando's somewhat idealistic integrity, as a young man rather than a lord, he still appreciates it. This kind of character in the other party.

Brando frowned and shook his head: "What are you talking about? Human trafficking, this is so dirty! Mr. Beru, don't bring the bad habits of those old nobles to my territory -"

At least Belu was not choked. He stared at Brando angrily, thinking, didn't you bring this up first? You say you need people, but it seems there is no other way to get more people besides buying and selling people.

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

Brando nodded.

"Well, do you know about the War of the Black Rose?" he asked.

"what is that?"

"That is……"

Brando suddenly choked, because he remembered that at this time, it seemed that the official name for this war had not yet been unified, and as for the Black Rose War, it still did not exist.

So he immediately coughed and changed his words without leaving a trace: "I mean the war just ended -"

"You mean the invasion of Madara?" Belu thought for a moment and said with some confusion: "But what does that have to do with the Black Rose War of Laoshi?"

The young man's face turned red for the first time, but he couldn't help but have black lines on his head, wondering if this damn old man could not drink any pot he wanted.

However, he was thinking about how to deal with this embarrassing situation, but at this time Qian whispered: "I heard that Madara is called the Black Rose of Bramando. I think this is what the lord is talking about."

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

Brando just wanted to hug Akane and give her a kiss at this time - if he wasn't afraid of being sorry for little Roman. However, he still gave up this delusion, coughed slightly and continued:

"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 lost its binding force on the local area, the nobles have fought against each other every year. This ancient kingdom Falling into deep suffering actually does not happen overnight.”

Brando was telling the truth about Eruin in the past twenty years. Everyone present was deeply touched and nodded in unison.

"Master Beilu, do you know the group of refugees in Mintai now?" the young lord asked again.

"Of course, some of my people are from that group of refugees." Belu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized. He looked at Brando in surprise: "Sir, you mean... refugees?"

Brando nodded. Years of war have created a large number of homeless refugees. These refugees either become dependent on powerful lords and become tenant farmers and citizens without personal freedom, or they have no food, clothing, or a stable place to live.

Although there is no detailed statistics, he believes that in this era of Eruin, whether in the north or the south, there are a large number of people who are troubled by a difficult life.

It is very simple to attract these people. A full meal and a yearning for a better life are enough to make them come to Tonigel.

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

However, after the initial surprise, Beru quickly calmed down. He reminded: "Sir, these refugees may be real, but most of them are old, weak, sick, or disabled, or women, children, and able-bodied people." Labor power is valuable in everyone’s eyes. I’m afraid such a good thing won’t happen to you, sir—”

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