The Amber Sword

“It's hard to say,” the owner of the hotel lowered his body and a few people whispered, “But if you don't need money, you can try to find some famous local adventure groups; those adventurers have been in the woods many times and have drawn maps of the neighborhood -”

“Map? ”

“It's worth a lot. ”

Brando nodded and asked about the local situation. It was mainly about the work of the workers, and some of the patrolling hours of the soldiers in the mining area, etc. - of course, under the guise of an adventurer himself - but the owner of the hotel saw him as an aristocratic offspring who had no idea how thick the heavens and the earth were to find pleasure.

Neither of them cared about the misunderstanding, and the conversation went on very well, and the information did not take up much of Brando's time. A few moments later, he turned around —— at this point, several ladies had found a seat in the lobby, and Brando looked over and was about to walk over, but before that, he stopped.

A dwarf got in front of him.

“Make way, please.” There was already some drunken odem squinting a pair of small eyes, and he barely looked at the young man in front of him - as if he had come in before, he thought - but it didn't matter, he just wanted to know:

What does it mean to be in front of you?

The old dwarf shook his head to find out.

But Brando couldn't help laughing, it was like this avenue was so wide, but this damn dwarf had to stand in front of himself and say he was in his way.

It's just that he doesn't have the kung fu to make a scene here right now, hesitating to move aside. But at this moment, Brando was stuck.

The dwarf's blush made Brando initially think it was just a local hillbilly dwarf, but after a closer look, Brando noticed the light grey complexion on his arm.

The young man's heart jumped heavily.

Rune dwarf.

He almost thought he wasn't awake and almost had to squeeze his cheek to see if he was drunk or if he was drunk.

The Dwarves were not as prominent in the history of Warnde as the Silver Elves, and they came from the underground of Jorgendigan as the Cavemen. Unlike the average underground people, however, they are already disappearing underground silver citizens.

Legendary rune dwarves were exterminated in the war before the end of the chaotic era.

Another legend is that there is a city on the other end of the Mercury Sea in the underground world. But either way, Brando didn't expect to see a living dwarf here. No mistake, light gray skin is their most prominent feature.

Apart from that, no dwarf in the world has this skin tone.

These dwarves from the Silver Age were the builders of the Plains of Steel, and their architectural art matched Buga's artisan wizards' apologies in the chaotic era. But the Dwarves are not satisfied with this assessment - it's just that their creation has never had a chance to be subterranean or heavenly.

But Brando has calmed down after a brief stunner.

It could also be an outcast bloodline, and Brando knows that regardless of their characteristics, there are some adventurous, outbound communities of all races.

However, most of these descendants inherited more or less the common denominator in their bloodlines, and only God knows how much cultural heritage remains; the ancient ones are not actually a minority in Warnde, although many people do not even know their origins.

It's like Brando wouldn't recognize this drunk guy if he hadn't seen the description of the dwarf.

And yet, when he thought so, Odom had swayed past him. Brando turned around and watched as the old dwarf separated the crowd and left only one shadow behind.

Brando thought about it and didn't follow it immediately. There's nothing to talk about with a drunk guy, especially if he looks like a worker in this place, and he won't evaporate for a while.

His goal is to take control of this silver mine, and it will be much better to contact each other again. But even so, he turned to the middle-aged man:

“Who's that? ”

“An old man, who seems to be Oldham, has been in this place for some time," the middle-aged man wonders why this young nobleman would be interested in a dirty dwarf, "he was a minor manager in the mining area. ”

“Do what? ”

“It's just a supervisor. ”

“Heard he had any specialties? Like architectural engineering?” Brando asked further.

The middle-aged man shook his head. “I've never heard of this before. ”

“Oh, I thought dwarves were architectural experts.” Brando laughed and said it deliberately.

“That's the mountain dwarf to the north, guests. ”

Brando nodded and let go of the matter before turning back to the table where the ladies were. As he approached, Roman and Metissa were talking about something out of place, but they reacted by stopping at the same time, looking at the young lord.

“What's the matter?” Utah asked.

“Nothing,” Brando shook his head: “But I got some local news and it wasn't good. ”

“What's going on?” Utah's eyes flashed with concern that only Brando here cares most about the success or failure of this matter.

“We thought workers would go in and out of the mine every day, but that's not what I just heard," Brando whispered. "Workers actually leave town only one day a week, and they go back to the mine every Monday morning, knowing they won't leave until after Saturday. ”

“The other party manages the workers quite strictly. ”

“Yes, so we don't have much chance of touching the fish.” Brando said.

“What's the problem?” Sy asks inexplicably.

“On two points, it is not difficult to control the mining area, simply kill the swordsman with the median strength of gold, the remaining 100 people are not enough to see. However, silence and lack of attention in the direction of Pallas can be troublesome. ”

“But I, my lord, do you still have Princess Methisa, and will the three of us have any more problems against a median golden enemy?” The red-haired girl frowned and asked back.

“Of course not, but you should know how much the gold-grade rivalry is.” Brando replied.

“As long as one learns that the mining area has been attacked, the news will be gone and Sir Parras will know better than we do in a few days! ”

“We can block the message.” Roman suggested.

“Sir Parras is not a fool, and he will be suspicious if there is no news of Schaffdren's direction for a long time.” Brando shook his head: “All we have to do is control this place, make it work as usual, and secretly deliver silver to Cold Cedar City. ”

Brando isn't finished, but everyone knows what's going to happen.

These silver are transported secretly to the mint and cast into private coins. It's a secret that local lords don't need to disclose, and in fact Brando commissioned Charles to search for a secret mint that might be hidden in a manor outside of Cold Cedar City.

In fact, these are hangings, but as Brando often says, a prisoner on death row doesn't care if he has one or two strands around his neck.

Cecil nodded slowly, understanding.

“Can't you lure him out, or while he's out there, that human being can't stay in the mine forever?” The Fairy Princess proposed in a soft voice.

“Could be, but if he doesn't come out once a month, wouldn't we wait here for a month?” Brando shook his head: “So we still have to take the initiative, at least dive into the mining area to get a sense of each other's course of action; moreover, to control the mining area, our people have to infiltrate sooner or later --”

Metissa nodded too.

“So what do we do, Lord?” Utah whispered.

“Shh, don't call me Lord here," Brando glanced around and said, "Actually, I've heard more than bad news, but two good news! ”

No one intervened this time, as if waiting for him.

“The first message is that nearby adventurers may have privately mapped the mine. I think the news is very likely true, and according to me, adventurers often do this. ”

“Yes, sir...” the head of the female mercenary saw Brando sweep his eyes and change his mouth in a hurry, biting out the name: “Sometimes adventurers join forces with the local Brotherhood of Thieves, and nobles often turn a blind eye to such things, and they do nothing anyway. ”

“What about the second message?” Lady Merchant asks curiously.

“I've learned that adventurers here actually occasionally go to the mine to work for a while. You know, adventurers don't always feed themselves. ”

Utah couldn't help but hear the news: "Are the nobles willing to let these unwanted guys into the mine? ”

“Why not? What the mines need is a workforce. What waves can these adventurers afford when entering a mine where weapons are not allowed and when they leave they are not allowed to take away even a single piece of ore in exchange for money and food? ”

“Besides, who else besides us would make a scene in Count Denel's territory?” Brando whispered back.

“Aren't we allowed to mix in?” The red-haired girl's eyes lit up.

“You can't, I can, and others can," Brando shook his head: “The mine doesn't take in women, otherwise it's going to be a mess. ”

Several people looked at each other and saw the feasibility of the plan in each other's eyes. If you can mix in as a worker, it's really too easy to understand the pattern of operations of the guards inside.

But how exactly?

… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)