The Amber Sword

Brando opened the letter, the whole letter was blank, but there was a secret memory in the upper right corner. In his heart, he rubbed the letter into a bunch and burst it into ash with a flame on his hand.

Ashes fell.

Brando raised his head and Charles brought him good news - the Druids are back. Brando was relieved by the news, but he wasn't in the mood to meet them right away, but said to a new sidekick:

“Devil Duncan. ”

“Yes," the young man snapped, realizing that Brando was calling him, "What is it, Lord? ”

“Go get me Tajib. ”

“Tajib? ”

“The head of the caveman, you know, is in the city now, in the castle.” Since entering a state of war, Brando has brought Tajib into the city.

But this caveman's chief was quite pleased, at least Groudin didn't give him that treatment.

As to whether Brando meant to take it as its essence, Tajib had not given much thought to it, and in its view they had sworn to their own gods, which these humans did not have to do more than once.

“Add a cloak to it to keep it as little as possible for others to see.” Brando said again.

The young man nodded quickly. “My lord, where would you like to see it? ”

Brando listened to the question, lowered his head and appended his ear to what he had said in his ear. The latter nodded immediately, then looked at his lord, and immediately turned to run into the snow curtain after confirming that he had no further instructions.

Brando watched his back disappear in the snow before waving to the others:

“Go, let's go somewhere else. ”

Sy looked at Brando earlier, and it was only a moment before she came back to God, and she always unconsciously contrasted this young lord's appearance with Makaro's, and even Ike's.

But the red-haired girl quickly shook her head red-handed and whispered: “Where are we going... My lord? ”

Metissa looked at her with some amusement.

“A good place -" replied Brando.

The bigger the snow, the lighter the streets quickly laid a thin white, less pedestrian, but the warm orange yellow light from the houses beside them made people feel at ease.

Sy's body has just healed, and this is actually the first time she's gone out since this week, but this young girl with a long red ponytail seems to be back in her old life - she's holding her thunder gun and pulling a short distance behind her, gazing at the surrounding streets with some indifferent eyes.

Metissa has always been interested in the human world, and she occasionally asks Brando what it is, or what it is.

The three walked for a while until a clanging bell came forward.

Metissa's long pointy ear was the first to hear the sound, and she realized after a slight glimpse that it was already near the forging yard in Buru.

Ahead is Bleu's forge factory...

Since Brando bought the cold iron ore from Kevin and others and delivered the Devil's Eye Gem, the forging plant in Burrough has finally begun. The pavement here comes from the original lord's estate - or Groudin's private estate, which was originally a blacksmith's shop in Cold Cedar City, where Burrough bought the houses on both sides and expanded them for another lap.

However, having a venue does not mean that everything is lucky. The elderly have to recruit all the people, most of them are uneven. For this reason, the forging master from the court of Eruin has complained to Brando on more than one occasion that he does not support his work.

Fortunately, this has changed considerably since Yulir brought his first craftsmen.

The craftsman was sent by Red Copper Dragon Retto because, given that the Mintai collar could be the front line of the war, almost all the talented veterans of the veteran arrived with the Cold Fir collar. This, of course, is intended for the long term, and not necessarily to convey loyalty to this young lord.

But in any case, it solved his eyebrow rush.

While it is snowing heavily, the golden red flame in the foundry dyed the factory into an orange red, which contrasts sharply with the silver-covered cold hue outside - Brando can feel the difference between warm and cold on the line of distinction due to this color contrast even when standing outside the factory.

“Lord Lord?” At this time a voice came.

Burrough just broke out of the countless trivial things in the factory, guiding these foolish guys that he seemed to be exhausting, but when the old man snuck out to take a break, he saw three Brando people standing outside.

“Master Baloo.” Brando saw him and smiled. Naturally, he didn't come here to see the snow in the shops. The news from the Parras Army gave him a crush, and he had to gradually realize his plan.

“What?” said Blu, “My lord is here to check on my old man's progress? ”

“I dare not.” Brando shook his head: “Just an idea. ”

“Ideas?” Berru was slightly stunned, but he saw four people standing in the snow busily saying: “Anyway, come on in, if the grownups don't like me this place is too loud and dirty -”

Brando nodded, walking in with Metisa, Sy and the young man, and the first armor and weapons in the foundry were forged, and the young lord looked at the factory - often with a blacksmith and apprentice with barefoot blades, without a man in a robe guiding him in it - and Charles' men had not come yet, indicating that the first forged armor in Buru was not white lion's armor.

“The magic armor hasn't started yet?” He asked.

“Lord, you said you weren't here to check on the progress of your work," Blu couldn't help shaking his head and smiled bitterly: "I've quit for too many years, I've been hand-born. My lord, the magic eye gems you sent me are precious, I can't afford to wear them. I intend to practice first. ”

The old man looked at the workshop and sighed: “Besides, these people need to be skilled, it's too far away. ”

“You're asking too much.” Brando replied that Berru, who used to work for the Royal Casting Bureau in Eruin, was recognized as the first master, and his assistants are now ringing figures, and he cannot help but notice them.

The most skilled of these people are just blacksmiths in the countryside. Let's not say that few of them have ever had experience with magic machines, or even forged weapons.

Casting armor is more complicated than weapons, which requires not only the experience of a blacksmith, but also the craftsmanship of a tailor and a leather craftsman. There are craftsmen from these industries in the workshop who are responsible for connecting the forged parts together into a complete armor.

The entire process is very slow and often takes hours or even a full day to complete.

Berru also looked at the enormous magic machine at the center of the factory - a fairly primitive apparatus, almost 20 years old - and used it to press and shape the chest, the back plate, and then use magic rays to put a spell line on the chest armor that might be used to set it up.

However, the working conditions of these two age-old machines are quite precarious and frequent.

“The machines I used ten years ago were better than both of them, and they were in worse shape than an old man like me.” Berru felt like he had never done such a tricky job in his life, and Tonigal, a remote part of the country, had almost nothing to offer, until he could hardly imagine that Eruin still had such a place - something that seemed to lag behind what he knew for a century or more.

Without the magic drive, the city is like a huge dump. Outside the city is desolate, and agriculture is still at its most primitive stage of subsistence farming.

And in a time familiar to Buru - almost a decade ago, in the richest part of Eruin, the estate had begun to use magic to nurture crops - the fields were staffed by students from the college.

Those elements allow apprentices to change weather in small ranges by changing the arrangement of elements to make them suitable for crop growth.

But none here.

Large magic machines elsewhere have long been invested in agricultural production, although this is only part of a whole transformation that has taken place over the last hundred years - a technology that the Krutz have learned from the Hazers and has indirectly affected Eruin.

These technologies even changed the November war, bringing about the second mujahideen war, but the remarkable advances in magic technology have changed the world.

Of course.

Except in Tony Gull.

Even Tonigal, in Berru's view, the entire Jeannelle region is a barbaric place abandoned by history, as if it had a master who did not like magic, who kept it out of civilization.

Of course, it's just the old man's personal bias. Brando knows that Eruin's weakness in the south is due to multiple causes, not only to Denel, but even to Goran-Elson, and most of southern Karasou.

The Kingdom's southern border has traditionally been a marginal part of the entire civilized world, because of successive developments, differences in geographical location, or the invasion of monsters in general - so whether it is Butch, Pragues or Tonigal - these are almost two worlds compared to the hinterland of the Kingdom.

“Just for a moment, Master Burrough," Brando shook his head, and the two magic devices, while placed anywhere in Eruin, were a pile of broken copper and rotten iron, were precious here. When the two pieces were found in Groudin's warehouse, Antitina had dismantled a device to study the magic inside and was stopped dead by the master forger.

The original decision seemed wise at the moment, and at least the two machines helped him greatly. No matter how old these two old machines are, they are at least better than Tony Gehr's original handicraft production.

Brando dared not imagine how long it would take for Cold Fir to achieve his plan, which would have stayed almost at medieval productivity levels on the planet.

Time doesn't wait for anyone--

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