The Amber Sword

“Little guy,” but at this point he suddenly heard Otales' voice ringing in his heart, "I've been wondering, is it the Elf royalty following your silver elf little girl? ”

“Lord Otales, Methisa, she's royal. What's wrong?” Brando replied.

“Nothing, she's just a little familiar, very familiar to me, but I don't think it's quite possible, probably her descendant--” Otales shook her head and replied, "But if she's royal, then your question isn't much of a problem. ”

“Why?”

“One of the Silver Pokémon's silver legacies is elemental transmission technology, which the royal family is sure to master.” Otales replied, then silenced.

So, Brando, that's it, and he looks up at Metisa curiously: "Will you, Metisa? ”

Girl nodded softly.

“Well, the problem is solved,” Brando knew it was actually one of the two hardest things to do with an element stove, and to solve it could be said to have solved half, if not half, of the problem, but he asked, "So how do we turn these fire elements into constant flames? According to me, most of today's alchemy is inspired by moments, and elemental fireplaces need to be inspired steadily and continuously --"

“Can't you fix it?” Burrough's just raised eyebrows sank again, "he said with a bit of agony.“ It doesn't look so hard. ”

“This is, of course, difficult, and it requires a very high degree of firmness in the legal matrix. Fortunately, there is no alternative, however, to strengthening the matrix, although this affects the output effect. The second is the use of better law enforcement materials, which can increase costs. ”

Brando thought that a miniaturized element furnace could use a reinforcement method array. And it seems acceptable that the cost of large-scale is slightly higher, because wool comes out on sheep anyway.

Though it was difficult, he thought he had Tama in his hand, and there must be no problem handing it over to the alchemist.

He shook his head and threw the question away: "Well, there's always a better alternative than no. Let's move on to the next question: What about the Magic Transmission Device and the Core? ”

“I can find a way to get some," Berru glanced at him, and for the first time, the old man said with some puffiness, "I think I have some acquaintances in Ambesseur, in Corcova and West Fah, and I think I can ask them to get me some —— but the biggest is not expected. ”

“Medium enough!” Brando replied that as for the original design of the Magic Transmission Device Antina, it should be barely usable - it is rarer than the core of the Magic and is almost entirely in the hands of the royal family and the great nobility.

But he took another unexpected look at the forging master, and this was the first time he had offered to use his network —— it didn't look like it was very attractive to this old man.

But what really surprises Brando is that the network of nobles, especially master-class characters like Burrough, is a big net, and it would be great news if it could be used by him.

He couldn't help but ask, “In that case, why don't you ask them to get us some men? Aren't you short of men, Master Baloo? ”

The old man glanced at him: "Do you want to drag more people into the water? I don't care about anybody else, but don't even think about it. The people I know are either the King's Party or my students. I don't want them on a thief boat! ”

“No, no, no, you're mistaken,” Brando continued, not discouraged. "The royal party is fine, we're fine, we're all on the same boat now, we're all working for Her Highness, aren't we? ”

Blu hummed, though he didn't really believe each other, but he thought about Brando's resonance with the Lion's Heart Sword, a little loose: "But I have promised to serve you, young man, and as for my students, I have no right to interfere with their choices - let alone the King's Party. ”

“I didn't let you interfere with their choices, Master Burrough," Brando shook his head with a sigh of relief, "I'm not trying to force them to do me a favor or help us with something, people need to learn to change! ”

“Look - this is no big difference from helping us‘ smuggle ', essentially working for Her Royal Highness and paying for Eru's lost glory! ”

“Most importantly, we will pay for this, and we will never let your students suffer, Master Burrough, this is a win-win trade--”

Brando painted a wonderful biscuit for Burrough as he followed the charm.

And of course, this motion falls into Sy's and Metisa's eyes, making them laugh —— because this young lord now looks just as bad as the demon from Scorching Hell, the decadent sword in his mouth.

They looked at Master Burrough, who was caught hurting their feet and then blacked out by Brando, and then looked at Brando - but the young lord looked back at them quietly, lest the two ladies really laughed and ruined the atmosphere.

Brando couldn't help but think at this time - he was only a leader in the game for a few years, and he had already practiced the art of painting this pancake, but compared to the managers of the big and small businesses in his world, the little witch saw the great witch.

If he wants those guys to get through, he's probably not going to be able to build a big multinational fraud agency - no, no, it's supposed to be a big multinational corporation - and no, it's a big multinational religious institution!

And I'm sure it won't be half as bad as the temple after the wind or the temple of fire.

Brando promised Bruno that he would still have these unfiltered thoughts in his head. And the master of Eruin's court craftsman seemed to have finally been moved by him, and he hesitated for a moment to say:

“Well, my lord, what more do you need? ”

“People." Brando said. "More people! ”

“People!?” Burrough jumped, and he stared at Brando in shock: "You, you want me to trade people? Are you out of your mind? Eruin is forbidden to traffic--”

But he said it was a little understated, because in fact, in many underground black markets in Eruin, the nobles were doing the same obscene trick, which was an open secret.

But at least this young lord is not who he thinks he is. Although Burrough has always disrespected Brando's somewhat idealistic integrity, as a young man, not a lord, he still admires his character.

Brando frowned and shook his head: "What are you talking about, what people are buying and selling? This is so nasty! Mr. Burrough, don't bring the bad habits of the old aristocracy--”

Berru wasn't choked. He didn't stare at Brando. Didn't you bring it up first? You said you wanted people, but it seemed like there was no other way to get more people than to buy and sell people.

“What do you mean, Lord?” The old man asked in disgust.

Brando nodded.

“Well, do you know the Black Rose War?” He asked.

“What's that? ”

“That's...”

Brando was suddenly nitrogen, because he remembered that it seemed that the official had not yet given the war a unified name and that something about the Black Rose War still did not exist.

So he immediately coughed and changed his mouth without a trace: “I mean, that war just ended ——”

“You mean Madara's invasion?” Blu thought about it and said, somewhat puzzlingly: "But what does that have to do with the Loshy Black Rose War? ”

The young man was blushing in the middle of nowhere, but he couldn't bear to fill his head with black lines, wondering if this damn old man could stop talking about it.

But he was trying to put this awkward situation behind him, but at this time Sy whispered: “I heard Madara was called the black rose of Brahmandu, and I think that's what Lord Lord said. ”

The old man suddenly nodded, “Well, that makes sense, so I guess the historian might as well be named, so what? ”

Brando really wanted to hug and kiss Sy this time -- if not be afraid to apologize to Little Roman. But he gave up this delusion and coughed softly and continued:

“The Black Rose War appears to be the biggest war Eruin has ever experienced since the November War, but it is not. Since the Royal Family lost its power over the place, the nobles have fought each other every year, and this ancient kingdom is no longer a day in deep misery. ”

Brando said that Eru nodded in the same place because of the fact that he had been there for almost two decades.

“Master Buru, do you know the refugees in Mintai now?” The young lord asked.

“Of course, some of my men came from that group of refugees.” Berru stunned and suddenly reacted, and he looked at Brando with some surprise: "Sir, are you saying... refugees? ”

Brando nodded and the years of war had resulted in a large number of homeless refugees who either depended on powerful lords to become tenant farmers and colonists without personal freedom or were left without food and shelter.

Although there was no detailed statistics, he believed that there were a large number of people in this era, both in the North and in the South, who were so troubled by a difficult life.

Attracting these people is simple, a full meal, a passion for a good life, enough to get them to Tonigal.

And all he has to offer is give them a way to get here.

But soon after the initial surprise, Burrough calmed down, and he cautioned, "My lord, these refugees may be real, but most of them are old and sick, or women and children, and a strong workforce is valuable in any way, and I'm afraid it's not up to you ——”

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