The Amber Sword

“Sir Mintai's army has arrived at the Gulls ferry. ”

Brando was silent for a moment and said the same thing when he spoke.

Everyone here was stunned and did not react yet.

Brando's words did not shy away from the master craftsman, Berru, but the latter reacted and bowed slightly, "Since it was a topic that had nothing to do with me, then my old man left first, Lord!” He placed his hands on his left breast to show respect and raised his head in accordance with the courtesy between the nobles of Eruin, "he warned.“ That being said, Lord, I await the good news. ”Having said that, the old man walked out of the courtyard with ease.

“What's going on?” Utah saw this damned old man leave before turning back and asking: “Why haven't we heard? ”

“The message was sent directly to Tiger Sparrow," Brando replied, introducing the elf girl next to him: “This is Flo, you all know each other, let her talk. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the elf girl. Flora did not change color, raised his chin slightly, did not endorse it slowly, repeating the current situation.

When only six or seven hundred people crossed the river from the crossing on Sir Mintai's side, only a few knights in the ranks, some of whom were mercenaries, but the vast majority were private militias made up of unproductive peasants, the faces of those present did not have to show a strange look on their faces.

“Wait, this guy, don't rush to death.” Utah swept his long red hair behind his neck with one hand, shook his head and shook it: “With only so many people, we can eat them in one bite. ”

“Is that why you suspect me?” Old Kronsia asks heavily.

“No, I don't think the Sir was expecting us to be so bold.” Brando analyzed: “Groudin's most loyal knights were long dead and wounded in the last battle with us in the inner city of the day, leaving behind the tampered militias, but mercenaries and adventurers with bad marks. Do you think they'll escape when these people split up? ”

After all, it is not a glorious act to leave the master alone, especially in this day and age, and most likely to run the risk of hanging himself, and naturally no one will run to do such unhelpful things.

“So it is perfectly possible that the information available to Sir Mintai and Sir Parras could have come from other sources, such as, for example, a word in the mouth of refugees fleeing Cold Cedar City or even the Baron.” Brando continued.

“After that night, in order to prevent more people from fleeing, we had already issued an order to seal off the perimeter of Cold Cedar City.” It was only here that Antitina heard the interface: “You know best if Sir Mintai's probes can get into the layers of your outposts within ten miles of the city. ”

Utah and Kronsia looked at each other, not with confidence, but with the most sophisticated mercenaries at their hands. These are not necessarily the best soldiers, but they must be the best hunters. Faced with their vast experience, they believe that a little noble detective like Sir Mintai can enter the city, let alone get more accurate information.

But with such limited information, we dare to go blind, and we see the blind arrogance of the nobles, who do not seem to see their group of ‘civilians' at all.

Brando raised his head and immediately saw Utah and Kronsia straighten up; he was stunned and couldn't help but be surprised, but then he released - after having subdued Tajib and his men, it seemed that the mercenaries had begun to realize that their place in the group was no better.

On the other hand, the mercenaries had to choose to stick to Brando in the face of reprisals from Count Denel. So when Brando showed enough strength, they took up the extra thought and thought more about what the future would hold in this group.

Even people like Utah, who are not keen on fighting for power, have to think for their own people.

Brando smiled and thought there might be another reason. When it is heard that Sir Mintai has no more than six or seven hundred people, and that he is ambushing the allies of thousands of cavemen in the forest, it is said that the credit has been obtained, and naturally everyone is willing to compete.

He took a look at Utah, then at Kroncia. Vern and his men are still on the front line at the moment, and the former Cavalry Commander of Karasou was the first of the three commanders to show his subordination - he had come to talk to him quietly long before the battle over the logging yard and promised to put all his men under his command. But Brando knew that being too biased towards someone might make the two leaders suspicious, and he thought about it and said:

“Mr. Kronsia, get ready to pick up Vern,” he said. "You find a way around the front battlefield after the war, cut off the jazz man's back, capture Samuel as much as you can, and of course it's best to catch Samuel himself, not kill him, and I'll keep him.”

He paused: "Of course, you have to judge for yourself and take orders! ”

Silver-haired middle-aged people have a slight glimmer in their eyes, as if the whole person is slightly lighter. He glanced at Utah beside him and answered in a deep voice, "Lord, as you wish. ”

After that, the heart of Kronsia, like a true knight, trimmed its sword, turned around and left the courtyard, only to hear his footsteps‘ clattering 'from the bluestone slab outside.

So Yuta stood there alone in the courtyard, and she couldn't help but frown, but finally didn't say anything. And Metissa was relieved to see that everyone who was arguing had gone clean, and she gave Brando a small courtesy of an elf: “Lord. ”

Brando nodded and looked at Antina. The noble gold on one side also appeared to be clearly relieved. The lord sent a clean message between the three words and two words of several men who had asked for money, which made her feel almost relieved for a moment.

But it was just an illusion, and she didn't really feel comfortable at all, because it wouldn't solve the problem herself, and delaying it wasn't the way to go.

“Lord, are you not on the front line?” Antitina thought about it, held the file, and asked.

“There's nothing to see.” Brando shook his head and he couldn't see any suspense in the battle. Besides, it was much more effective to give the old command of Tiger Sparrow, Vern and Kroncia than to come up on his own.

He knew he was a good fit to take a man into an assault trap, which was his old job, not to be a commander of something. Brando now just thinks being a lord is enough to give him a headache, and for more things, lazy.

With this time, it would be better to solve a more pressing problem. He turned around and asked, "How much money do we have? ”

“About three and a half million torres, which is the result of the conversion of all the precious metals in Groudin's collection and treasure trove," Antitina replied immediately, "but not worth that much, given the time. In fact, we only have less than a third of that amount of cash. ”

“And Lord,” the nobleman Kim said with some seriousness: "The food problem is imminent, and as far as I know, Tonigal's output every year is just the same as consumption, which means that without one more person on our hands, we have to find a way for them to eat. ”

Fearing Brando might not have thought of it, she warned: "Mr. Retto is still leading thousands of refugees in Port Gris. ”

Brando certainly didn't forget that, and he nodded and listened to Antina continue: “Speaking of food trade, it's not that simple. First of all, we don't have a boat--”

“There's supposed to be a boat in Port Griss, right?” Metissa whispered that, while she was unfamiliar with the human world, she had recently made up for Tony Gehl's geography in order to deal with possible future wars.

“It goes without saying that we have no control over the port of Gris, and that the port of Gris is just a fishing port -" Antitina shook her head: "There may be some merchant ships docked in it, but if we are going to hire one, let alone the merchants' willingness to be our officers, but this is first and foremost a lot of money. ”

“Secondly, not all of the money we have can be spent on one thing: postponing everything that can be postponed, but at least half of it is going to be spent on the upcoming war. To be honest, I don't know how long this situation will last, and I'm sure Count Denel won't let us get along too well.” The nobleman Jinjin said, sighing: “Not to mention now that we nominally control Cold Cedar City, the fact is that most of Baron Cold Cedar's leaders are not under our control, we can now say that it is difficult to move...”

She crippled her hand with the document: "I'd rather hide in the black forest now than I do —— it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, Lord. ”

After that, she simply looked at Brando with a grudging look: “As for the Magic Lab you promised me, my lord, Antina certainly had nothing to do with it, and naturally she could push it back. But Master Brue's side, it looks like he can't wait..."

Brando couldn't help laughing, knowing that the nobleman's thousand gold meant not that it mattered, but that it mattered, but that there was nothing he could do for a while. He also knew that Antittina was telling the truth, and now that Tonigal's autumn harvest had passed, the only solution to food was through trade, but in the end, money was scarce.

So how to get money, that's the first thing he's going to figure out now.

He had money in Prague, which Roman left behind from his first business, and when they left, they entrusted it to Leto's daughter, Sue, to run the business. If nothing went wrong, the money would be worth hundreds of thousands of tolls at least.

But now that Count Denel's territory has been intercepted between Tonigal and Goran-Elson, it is doomed to make this money unthinkable, and Brando has to find a solution in another direction.

The first thing he thought of was the silver mine in Schaffdren.

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