Scene 108 Tony Geer and the Young Lord (8)

Brando nodded, of course he had considered such a situation, but firstly, it was to buy horse bones for a thousand dollars, and secondly, there was not a strong labor force among all the old, weak, sick and disabled collectives.

Some young people will stay with their relatives, but most lords will not take in a family for one labor force.

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

Perhaps not many people have such foresight in this era, but Brando has to make long-term plans for Eruin.

Therefore, he just waved his hand and interrupted the master craftsman: "Master Beilu, I have considered everything you said, and it shouldn't be a big problem. Population is the future of a territory. Ignorant nobles cannot see this, but I If you don’t mind teaching them a lesson, in short, I’ll leave it to you.”

"But we have a population, but where is the food?" Belu was still worried. Although he was reluctant verbally, after staying here for a few months, he had to admit that some of Brando's methods were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Whether it was selfishness or justice, he was unwilling to see this young man's hard work ruined.

Even privately, in the dead of night, the old man thought more than once whether this young man was really the one who was born to fulfill his destiny - otherwise, why would he resonate with the Lion Heart Sword?

And what he did was so supported by everyone - scenes like that sometimes really made him feel like he was seeing that person.

The king who stood on his sword and swore an oath under the glorious banner.

The old man was a little unsure.

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

The master craftsman blushed and replied, "Just a casual question."

"I understand," Brando smiled mysteriously: "Food is indeed a big problem - but seeing so many refugees displaced makes me feel extremely painful, and I can't help but have trouble sleeping and eating - so no matter how difficult it is, I will We must insist on doing this, don’t you think so, Master Belu?”

"You..." The old man saw that Brando was speaking righteously, but his eyes were smiling like a little fox. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, you bastard! What is going on? "

Medissa couldn't help but cover her mouth slightly.

"Of course it's not that serious,

Brando spread his hands and said: "Food is a problem, but with the support of the silver mine in Schaflund, it is not the primary problem in the short term." "

"You can't just buy it. Aren't you afraid of being blocked by the northern dukes?" the old man shook his head and said worriedly.

"First, the merchants in Ampelsel are all 'merchants'," Brando raised another finger: "Second, the Northern Fleet is still in the hands of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Of course, Master Belu, what you said is not a hidden worry, but Tony Geer is not born barren." Brando thought that he had a druid on his hands, so he would still be worried about planting problems? These turf guys are much more powerful in agriculture than the elementalists.

Although it may be a little troublesome to convince those druids who believe in the way of natural balance, Brando has already dug a hole for them to jump. They had signed such a treaty before, asking the Druid to declare that they would participate in all wars to defend this territory - food wars are also wars, Brando snickered in a bad way.

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

Brando did not answer, and of course Belu would not understand his ideal. His ideal is not just Tony Geer, nor Navalhalla, nor even just Eruin.

The young man's goal is the future vision, and his journey is the endless wilderness.

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

Opportunities lie in the wilderness where civilization cannot penetrate.

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

He smiled and changed the subject: "When did Master Beilu care so much about my territory? Are you planning to sincerely surrender to me?"

The master craftsman choked. He couldn't help coughing loudly, and then he finally regained his breath and replied angrily: "You bastard, what are you thinking about? I'm just worried that you will lose all your money and drag down my business." Career—no, I mean, it’s hindering Her Royal Highness’s efforts to revive this kingdom.”

"In that case, Master, have you taken the topic too far?" Brando asked a little funny.

"What's the meaning?"

"Weren't we discussing a certain plan at the beginning? Why did we talk about food? Or Master Belu, do you want to change jobs with Miss Antitina?"

Belu naturally knew that Brando was teasing him. Although most of the characters of this young lord can be regarded as excellent among the nobles of this generation, he obviously still lacks in respecting the elderly - —and unrepentant.

He replied angrily: "I'm not as shameless as you, my lord, to compete for a job with a little girl. We were talking about the elemental stove at the beginning... Forget it, I'll give up explaining this matter!"

The old man suddenly realized that explaining like this seemed to be detrimental to him, so he quickly changed his words: "Okay, as you said, sir - let's get back to the business. Anyway, I have only completed less than three hundred sets of that thing so far. Sir, what do you want?" Check it out?”

"Of course it would be better if possible," Brando nodded. He really wanted to see how the construction period of the thing was completed. "But it's not here. Is there a darkroom in this factory?"

"Of course," Master Beilu glared at him: "Sneaky and uneasy."

Brando shook his head and smiled, thinking that if the old man was really as upright as he said, why would he still set up a darkroom in the factory? He didn't remember making special arrangements for the other party in this matter.

But he didn't dare to say this, otherwise the stubborn old man might get really angry and drive the three of them out, which would be more of a loss than a gain.

Under the leadership of Beilu, the three of them walked through the bustling factory, opened a door on the south side and entered the darkroom. But Brando soon discovered that he had misunderstood the old man, because this so-called darkroom was better described as a temporary warehouse or lounge.

The warehouse was not big, about dozens of square meters, with many boxes and barrels placed around it. The master craftsman went over one by one, then used a shovel to pry open one of them, and took out a unique set of armor from inside.

It was indeed a set of 'strange' armor - because at least in the eyes of most normal people, that thing was not really a set of armor.

Or maybe it’s better to say it’s twisted more like a set of apprentice failures.

Because when you first see it, you will wonder if anyone can wear this thing. It had no helmet part, or even a collar. The chest and back plates were tightly connected together, and the positions of the hands and feet were also different from those of normal people. And the key point was - this armor was extremely heavy, and Beru almost used all his strength. Just took it out of the box piece by piece.

The old man can even bet that this thing is only for those knights to wear - excluding its weird shape, most people will probably not be able to wear it.

Because it is too heavy.

Finally, Belu gasped heavily and threw the suit of armor on the table. After a loud bang, he raised his eyelids and stared at Brando, saying: "Look, this is designed exactly according to your drawings - I I guarantee there will be no change at all, and I can also guarantee 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 set of armor. He was very satisfied with the whole set of armor. He had to say that Belu's craftsmanship was worthy of being called the first person in Eruin, known as before the second Black Rose War. The only master craftsman of Eruin.

At least judging from the degree of restoration of this set of armor, it requires at least a level 60 master craftsman to achieve it. Before the second Black Rose War, the title of master craftsman did not exist even among professional players. .

Even in the next twenty years, it is still the existence of a large guild like a Chinese treasure. So it's no wonder that Brando looked at Belu with a smile, as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Are you listening to me, you bastard?" The old man looked at Brando, who was smiling without saying a word, and suddenly became angry.

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

"I know you are satisfied, but you haven't answered me yet. What on earth is this?" Belu suddenly felt a little discouraged. He felt that talking to this young man seemed to be a very laborious task, because you could never keep up with him. ideas.

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

"So?"

"Wait a moment, I think it would be better if I didn't tell you this -"

"What does that mean?" Belu was stunned.

But at this time, there was a knock on the door outside. The old man was slightly startled. Few people came to disturb him when he was resting. He raised his eyebrows and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Who?"

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

"How do I know who you are, bastard!" Seeing the young man's half-smiling look, Belu couldn't help but get angry and yelled: "Tell me, what's the matter? You'd better find someone who can convince you." Here are my reasons, if you don’t let me, I will definitely let you go!”

"That's it... I'm looking for the lord..."

The old man was stunned, and he looked at Brando doubtfully.

Brando nodded slightly.

"Let them come in." Belu replied.

So the door opened in response, and standing outside was the young man named 'Mordenkainen' by Brando. Of course, his duck familiar had been put away, and following him at this time was another Weird guy.

A short man covered in a long cloak.

"Dwarf?" Belu was stunned.

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