Scene 30 Brando’s Plan

Act 30 Brando’s plan

"Anyway, I won't agree..." But before Freya could finish her words, she saw Roman looking pitiful, so she had to swallow back the second half of the sentence, leaving the next sentence: "I, I'm too lazy to care about you two."

Brando had known for a long time that Freya had a hard-faced and soft-hearted temper, so he dumped his bag on the table, and a few silver coins fell out, about four to five hundred Thors.

He was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he only had so little money. He originally received a small handful of low-level gems from Alberton's trophies, and sold them for a good price in Ankerze, worth tens of thousands of Thors. He divided the money into three parts and gave them to Roman and Freya for safekeeping respectively. Then he remembered that he had almost spent enough money to purchase the three magic materials of evening primrose, fluorescent moss and black mage in Ankeze. used up

These three magic materials, combined with golden acorns, can be used to refine a high-level magic potion that stimulates the will attribute in a short time. The so-called wizard's violent potion is a hard-to-find luxury in the game, and it is probably more worthy of being respected in this world. People are sought after.

But this thing is just like the painting of the elf princess Anyao worth millions of Thors in his hand. It is an investment that will not bear fruit in the short term. Especially for that painting, he found that he couldn't get rid of it at all for a while. Now he regretted leaving this matter to Charles. If he had known better, he would have just picked up one or two gold and silver utensils at that time.

A treasure with obvious characteristics like this is not an easy commodity to sell on the black market, unless he can find a more private channel. But what Brando wants to scold is that when he was a player, he didn't have so many worries. Players don't need to consider the mood of NPCs.

He lined up the money on the table one by one and sighed: "It seems that I only have so much money, but Freya should have some."

"You, why did your matter get involved with me again?" Freya almost didn't come back in her breath. She glared at Brando fiercely, but still took out the money bag: "Damn it, anyway, our travel expenses are They're all in there, you, you can figure it out on your own..."

There were about four thousand Thors in the pocket that Freya threw on the table. Brando was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but glance at her in surprise.

It has been almost a month since he left the Dragos area. During this period, he, Roman, Bottom, the alchemist Tamar and their son have almost all their food, clothing, housing and transportation in Ankeze. Leia was in charge alone, with six people plus four horses and the money to hire a carriage. Brando naturally thought that there would not be much left from the travel expenses he gave to Freya, but he did not expect that there would be so much left. many!

He didn't expect Freya to be quite good at running a house, he couldn't help but think.

"You, what are you looking at?" Noticed Brando's gaze,

Freya was stunned and couldn't help lowering her head to check herself. Did she wear the wrong clothes?

"Nothing, I just think Freya is really virtuous. I wonder who will be so lucky to marry such a girl in the future?" Brando looked at her and replied.

"Freya belongs to Roman." Roman smiled happily.

The face of the girl with the long ponytail suddenly turned as red as the sunset, and her heart couldn't stop pounding: "What a blessing... you, what are you talking about, such boring words."

She immediately glared at Roman fiercely: "And you, Roman, shut up."

Unfortunately, the merchant lady had already ignored the attack. She smiled and took out a money bag, which was as shriveled as Brando. She shook the empty bag and replied, "Roman doesn't have much money either."

"Damn it, where's your money!" Freya was startled and couldn't help asking immediately. Brando divided the money into three equal parts at the beginning, but it stands to reason that this businesswoman should be the one who should least use the money, right?

"Inquiring about information requires money, Freya, and I also bought a warehouse and stocked up on some wine." Roman replied eloquently.

"You bought a warehouse?" Freya was startled, when?

"When Freya isn't looking."

"You have to speak out about this kind of thing."

Roman thought about it seriously and shook his index finger mysteriously: "A businessman's little secret."

"It's a secret!" Freya was so angry that she was speechless for a moment, but she also knew that Roman was like this, so the conversation was unsustainable for a while.

"Little Roman, are you storing alcohol instead of food?" Brando asked.

"Well, Brando, mainly gin and Yuson liqueur." The businesswoman nodded.

Brando carefully looked at the clean and clear face in front of him. Roman also stared at him with bright eyes. The girl's eyes seemed to be always full of curiosity.

"Did you expect that the war would end in July?" Finally the young man couldn't help but ask.

"It was a little later, and Roman didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the worse. But Madara's army stopped at Dragos. I think they are going to find another prey? Didn't Brando often say that? , the opportunity of war lies on the front line, the commander of the undead should also know this."

"But no matter what, the nobles will need a celebration after the war. Isn't everyone talking about it?" the business lady replied with her fingers crossed.

"How do you know this, Roman?" Freya looked at her in disbelief.

"A businessman's little secret." The businesswoman's tail raised to the sky again.

"You learn so fast." Brando couldn't help but stretched out his hand and flicked the forehead of little Roman who was leaning towards him with a proud face, causing the latter to cover his forehead and shrink back with a pair of eyebrows raised. Complained vigorously: "No, don't play, Brando!"

But Brando thought that this might have nothing to do with learning, but just an instinctive sensitivity. In any case, girls with such talent as Xiao Roman are really rare.

He looked at the cash in the three purses on the table, which was less than 5,000 tols, and thought about it for a moment, and realized that there were indeed many places where he could use the money to maintain his current status after arriving in Prague, and to realize his plans step by step. Not to mention building the territory in the future, it would be a waste of money. As the saying goes, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, and there are a large group of people under Leto who are counting on him to raise them. Brando rubbed his forehead, and he found that there was something missing from his schedule. A very important step, it seems that making money must be put on the agenda first.

However, he didn't count on the high-grade magic potion, Princess Anyao's paintings, and the Endless Ice Earrings. The buyers of these things were either not very sensitive in a remote place like the south of Golan Elson, or they were just a chance to meet them. Unaskable.

Unless it is in Kurk, the capital of Golan Elson, or the free port of Ampelsel in the north, White Sail City or Monstros, the capital of the kingdom, there are many tycoons who spend a lot of money in those places, no matter in the underground black market Nothing you sell will attract too much attention.

Brando thought about it, and the only way he could make money at the moment, apart from being a magician, was probably alchemy. Of course, the benefits of the former were hard to say, but the risk of being burned at the stake was certain. Therefore, alchemy is more reliable, not to mention that he has Tamar as his assistant, so it is even more sure.

Anyway, those nobles are all conspirators. They must be very fond of using tree crystals, graveyard dust, Alberton's trophies and refined poisons. The extra evening primrose, black mage and fluorescent moss can also be used to make some mana potions, I guess. It will be sought after by those intermediate wizards.

After thinking about this, he asked: "Roman, how much do you want, is one hundred thousand Thor enough?"

"One hundred thousand?" Freya was surprised: "Brando, how can we have so much money?"

"I heard that Count Nagin has a lot of money in his treasury..." Brando rubbed his chin and replied.

"You, you..." The pony-tailed girl's face suddenly turned pale. Judging from Brando's performance at Lidenburg, she was really afraid that he would really do that.

However, the business lady didn't look worried at all and replied carelessly: "A little more would be better. Roman conservatively estimates that it will be doubled."

"Roman, don't make trouble on the side. At least try to persuade Brando. He plans, plans..." Freya looked around carefully, but she never made any plans. She was afraid of being overheard by others and reported it immediately. There are local gentry nearby. I'm afraid the three of them can't even get out of this hotel.

"Freya, Brando can be trusted." Roman replied.

"Believe me in your size!"

Freya was almost angry to death, but she thought about it and made up her mind that she would never let Brando rob the noble's treasure house. The last time he escaped from prison in Lidenberg, he was forced to do so, but this time he couldn't do anything.

The girl finally convinced herself in her heart that she was just doing this out of justice, not because she was worried about Brando going to the gallows.

After thinking about this, she calmed down, sat down, and gave Brando a hard look.

"Speaking of which, what did Brando want to do by bringing everyone to this village so early in the morning?" After she calmed down, she suddenly realized another problem.

The human village on this avenue seems to be just a settlement, with only twenty-three households and one hotel. According to Brando, it is the kind of nameless village that cannot be seen as a dot on the map.

But they have been here for half a morning.

She couldn't help but glance at Brando.

What Freya didn't expect was that Brando was also a little impatient with waiting. It's been almost half an hour since he sent Bottom out, but he still hasn't come back. Could it be that he made a mistake?

But he looked outside through the wooden window of the hotel. It looked like this place. Brando didn't think his memory had declined to the point where he couldn't even remember such a place. When he saw the old beech tree beside the carriage on the avenue outside and the style of the buildings behind it, he was convinced that he had not come to the wrong place.

Could it be that it's too early and that person hasn't moved here yet, but didn't the forum say that he was there at the beginning of the game?

He couldn't help but frown.

Then he finally saw a striking red color appear at the corner of the street, which was Bottom's red beard.

Brando raised his eyebrows.