The Amber Sword

“Charles? ”

Brando nodded.

“… of course, if there are craftsmen in the city who are good at engineering, you can also keep an eye out.” He thought about it, but certainly didn't expect much from it, because none of the artisans who knew how to build a city in this era had a great reputation for engineering either - or Brando himself didn't believe that a remote place like Cold Cedar City would be a hidden place, a place where the bulls lay tigers and dragons.

It's not a novel, it's something like Master Brue, after all.

But Brando couldn't help but get a little embarrassed when he said it. You're right, things like building a fortress, especially a large fortress —— to be honest, it's not a game —— how much resources are consumed, and the system takes you straight out of the warehouse, and then 'beeps' and leaves you with a fortress in the reckless forest.

Here, clay and stone do not automatically run onto the walls of the city, even a brick has to be burned out of the kiln before it can be sent to the site. The labor force is not just data, and if it is just driving those people together, they are just black holes that consume a lot of food day after day.

Integrating manpower is a very professional skill, and while it is simply a matter of letting a hundred people work together to leverage the power of a hundred rather than fifty or even fewer people, it is difficult to do so.

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

After all, this is not a war, and you need to know what each of these people should do first.

He's got some of the best people in his mind - Buga's artisan wizards, Roland's hillbillies, or Jorgendigan's goblins - all the finest city builders in the world, Warnde.

But the best isn't necessarily the most suitable, first of all, apart from Buga's artisan wizards, Brando doesn't even know where to find the dwarves or the goblins.

Roland's mountain dwarves live in a country further north than St. Osor, where the mountains are snowy all year round, and Eruin in the south is largely invisible to the nation. As for hill dwarves, these mountain dwarves are distant relatives who are wine makers and have little to do with the construction of the city.

As for the goblins, not to mention this. The earthlings belong to a noble people beneath Jorgendigan, not only the master of city building, but also one of the most militant people, who suffer not from running to the barren surface world like Tajib.

And the only artisan wizards we can find in Buga, the old men with the silver league's tallest white beard, Brando doesn't expect them to see themselves.

Those who have become fine are no less‘ hillbillies’ (according to the Buga wizard) than they are now, and Brando is suspicious that these silver folk may have accidentally guessed the identity of his passers-by between the three words and not impossible.

Brando didn't have any extra ideas for a while. This can only be done one step at a time, and although it is unlikely that there will be any solution in a short period of time, it may be possible to find alternative means as he waits long enough for his strength to rise.

So he can only add at the end: "Let go, I believe in your abilities. ”

That is what brightened the eyes of the nobility and nodded carefully.

But it was at this time that a young man's voice came from the outside: "I think I heard you calling me, Lord? ”

Not far from here, Sydney leaned on the edge of the black pine and consciously turned around and saw Charles, dressed in a black robe, walking in from the outside - in fact, the young archmage had rarely appeared in front of outsiders since the unrest that night, as if he had stuck his head in the little room he had arranged for him in the castle, without asking questions.

Of course, according to Charles' own interpretation of Brando, he was familiar with magic —— after all, it took a cushioning time for an apprentice to become a mentor-grade wizard in the morning and evening.

And now it looks like this guy has had quite a few good days, and Brando sees this young wizard with a lot of ease in his face - and even a bit of a thrilling smell - and it looks like the outside world is really going to be a lot more interesting than he was in the cemetery.

Even if you stay in a small room all day.

“What are you doing here?” Brando asked, but he immediately saw that Charles was not alone, and that he followed a young man behind him.

The young man he knew —— the only lucky or unfortunate guy left in the group of adventurers he met when he first entered Cold Cedar City -- Brando remembered that he was an apprentice in string magic.

But this young man has been in the group since they killed Groudin, which puzzles him. To his knowledge, the young man and several of his companions were from a gentleman's family, not much power, but at least after nobility.

There's really no need to hang out with these mercenaries and people like them. According to Antitina, they are a group that sounds like rebels, and if they don't listen, they are no different from the bandits who took the mountain as their king.

It can only be said that there is a lack of people in the real bandit group who know the rules of the game between nobility, such as him and the nobility.

Charles smiled and walked up to a few people. Big compliments to Brando for a bending ceremony. A wizard pays tribute to a nobleman, and if anyone sees it, it must frighten his chin, but the young wizard greets him meticulously: "Lord. ”

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

The young man, who habitually wore a blue and grey robe and lacked an expression on his face, finally revealed an odd look at the two servants: although Brando was a master of first-class swordsmanship in gold, Charles did not give way, and the same young wizard of the Golden Class, speaking, was in a much higher position than a swordsman in the district.

Even Brando has a noble identity.

Not surprisingly, Antina stood next to Brando holding the file and shook her head just as if she hadn't seen the processing. And Metissa and Cee, who don't know the manners of this era, who grew up in a group of mercenaries, naturally don't know anything about it, are much more calm than young people.

“Actually, I came to ask for money," Charles replied with a smile, scratching his head - you can imagine an archmage scratching his head helplessly, this time even smoking the corner of Sy's eye: “But first, the money was given. ”

“Money delivery?” Brando was stunned.

“Tell me about the money first, because I know you're always more interested in bad news, my lord.” Charles answered immediately, “The last time you asked me something, I thought about it, it should be fine. ”

Brando reacted immediately.

He had originally intended this guy to form a council of practitioners similar to the Tower of the Stars and the Moon - after all, Charles is now practically the invisible leader of all practitioners in his territory, and it is not impossible to integrate the uneven sorcerer apprentices among the mercenaries again.

Though it looks a little miserable now, the vision is considerable; not to mention that the future can rival the Silver Alliance, but at least it can't be inferior to the Black Tower Wizard.

The only trouble is not knowing if Charles, inherited as a Black Tower wizard, has any relevant taboos. Brando knew the extent to which the wizards kept their knowledge systems confidential, and when the Black Tower wizards split from the silver alliance, they were almost at war.

This, of course, was an off-topic conversation, and Brando had just mentioned it, and I had no idea he had finally received a response today. But pressing this without mentioning it first, Charles‘ sending money 'this line really surprised him.

What kind of trick is this guy playing? That's the first time he thought of it.

“Let's talk about the second thing.” Brando replied.

But Charles smiled and warned, "Lord, have you forgotten what's here for now? ”

“What is it?” Brando was wondering, but he saw Charles pull a painting out of a dimensional pocket between his waist--

“Come on, Martha, show the princess the painting! ”

Antitina opened her eyes and all the documents in her hand slipped to the ground, unable to help but shout.

She immediately revealed her doubts: "Is this not a fake?” She looked at Charles, at Brando again, and thought, with the integrity of her lord and this magician, it did not seem impossible.

But Brando shook his head: "This is real.” He already remembers this thing, and when they were in Lidenburg, they grabbed the loot with their bare hands, although it's a little glorious to say so, but now it seems - it was a brilliant decision back then.

Dark paintings are highly sought after in the collection market, and it is not impossible to sell a few million torres of heavenly price. Although this money is not much, it is enough to deflate the eyebrows.

But this thing doesn't have a market in Cold Cedar City, and to sell it for a good price, you have to find the right place. Brando actually has a goal in mind at this time, which is that Eruin is the only free trade port:

Ambessel--

He couldn't help but think that it was indeed necessary for a man to go to Ambethel and take a look, not to mention that in the future Baron Cold Cedars would necessarily have to establish a trade relationship with this free harbour. The intricate power relationships there are enough to attract real political adventurers to invest in it.

Especially at this time of year, when all roads and armies were under control, Brando guessed that Ambethel must be very lively at this moment.

To think of it, he had a smile on his face with his chest full of bamboo.

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