The Amber Sword

Brando nodded, of course he thought about it, but he came here to buy horsebones for a thousand gold, and he never had a strong workforce in all the old and sick groups.

Some young people stay with their loved ones, while most lords do not host a family for the sake of a workforce.

And that's his strength, not to mention the fact that women can do a lot, and that teenagers and children are a hope for the future.

Perhaps not many people in this day and age have such a vision, but Brando has to plan for Eruin's long term.

So he just waved and interrupted the master craftsman's words: "Master Burrough, I've thought about all of this, and it shouldn't be much of a problem. Population is the future of a territory that the foolish aristocrats can't see, but I don't mind teaching them a lesson, and in short, I'm counting on you for this. ”

“But the population has it. Where's the food?” Burrough is still uncomfortable, although verbally unwilling, but after a few months here, he has to admit that some of Brando's practices are deeply rooted.

He was reluctant to see the young man's heart ruined once and for all, whether out of selfishness or justice.

Even privately, in the middle of the night, when it was quiet, the old man thought more than once, is this young man really the one who was born destined - why else would he resonate with the Lion's Heart Sword?

And what he did, he was so embraced by everyone —— scenes like that, sometimes it really made him feel like he saw that person.

The king who swore by the sword under the banner of glory.

The old man was somewhat unsure.

“Food is a problem," Brando nodded, but he immediately looked strangely at Burrough: “Master Burrough, when did you care about this? ”

The master craftsman blushed and replied: "Just ask. ”

“I get it,” Brando smiled mysteriously: "Food is a big problem - but seeing so many refugees displaced, it's painful to sleep and eat inside - so even if it's any harder, I have to insist, Master Bloom, don't you think? ”

“You...” the old man saw Brando speak loudly, but smiled like a little fox in his eyes, couldn't help but laugh: “Cut the crap, you bastard! What the hell is going on? ”

Metissa couldn't help but cover herself up.

“Not so bad, of course," Brando apportioned: "Food is a problem, but with the support of the silver mine in Schafflund, it's not the first problem in the short term. ”

“You can't just buy it. Aren't you afraid to be blockaded by the Dukes of the North?” The old man shook his head and said with concern.

“First, the merchants of Ambethel are all ‘merchants',” Brando raised one more finger: “Second, the Northern fleet is still in Her Royal Highness's hands. ”

“Of course, Master Burrough, what you say is not a concern, but Tonigal is not naturally barren.” Brando thinks he's got Druid, and he's afraid of planting problems? These grasshoppers are much more powerful in agriculture than the elements.

While convincing the Druids of the natural equilibrium might be a little troublesome, Brando dug the pit long ago to make them jump. They had previously signed a treaty that would allow Druid to affirm its involvement in all wars to defend the territory - food wars are wars, too, and Brando laughed badly in the water.

The old man looked at him and shook his head: “I don't know what you're going to do with so many people, Tonigal already has so many people, it won't be hard to build an army as long as you can occupy this place --”

Brando didn't answer, and Bruno certainly wouldn't understand his ideals. His ideals are not just Tonigal, not Nawalhara, not even Eruin.

The young man's goal is a vision for the future, and his journey is endless and desolate.

After ancient honor, humanity will once again march into the wilderness, picking up the lost flag, and Eruin will expand to become a powerful empire.

Opportunities, in the wilderness that civilizations cannot spread.

Brando will not answer the question of Burrough, but he knows that one day these people will understand why they did it, as long as he is alive.

He smiled and shifted the subject: “When did Master Brue take such an interest in my territory, did you really intend to lean on it? ”

The master craftsman choked, he couldn't help coughing, and then slowed down his breath and answered, “Son of a bitch, you want to go there, I'm just worried that you've lost your blood and dragged my cause - no, I mean, it's blocking Her Highness's revival of this kingdom. ”

“In that case, Master, did you distort the subject too far?” Brando asked a little funny.

“What do you mean? ”

“Weren't we talking about a plan at first, how did we talk about food? Or, Master Brue, would you like to change jobs with Miss Antina? ”

Burrough naturally knew that Brando was flirting with him, a young lord who, although most of his character could be described as outstanding after this generation of nobility, clearly lacked - and did not repent - respect for the elderly.

And he didn't say, "I'm not as shameless as you are. Go grab a job with a little girl. We were talking about that elemental stove at first... Forget it, I gave up explaining this! ”

The old man suddenly realized that this explanation seemed detrimental to him and hurried to change his words: “Well, according to you - let's get down to business. Anyway, I've only completed less than 300 sets of that thing so far, sir. Do you want to check it? ”

“Sure would be better if I could,” Brando nodded. He did want to see how that thing was done, “but isn't there a darkroom in this factory? ”

“Naturally,” Master Brue glanced at him: "Sneaky, restless. ”

Brando shook his head and thought, "If this old man is as bright as he says he is, then why set up a darkroom in the factory?" He doesn't remember making special arrangements for each other in this matter.

But he wouldn't dare to say it, otherwise the stubborn old man might be really pissed off and throw the three of them out, which would not be compensated.

The three men, led by Buru, passed through a hot fire factory and opened a door to the south into the darkroom. But Brando soon found himself misunderstanding the old man, because the so-called darkroom was more of a temporary warehouse or lounge.

The warehouse is not large, about dozens of square meters, surrounded by lots of boxes and buckets, and the master craftsman walks over a little bit and prys one of them open with a shovel and pulls out a peculiar set of armor from it.

That's actually a ‘strange’ set of armor —— because at least in the eyes of most normal people, that's not really a set of armor.

Or it would be better to twist it more like a set of apprentice failures.

Because when you first see it, you wonder if anyone can actually wear it. It doesn't have a helmet, it doesn't even have a collar, the chest back plate is seamlessly attached, the hands and feet are positioned differently from normal people, and the key is —— this armor is so heavy that it takes almost all of its energy to get it out of the box.

The elderly can even bet that this stuff is given to the knights to wear —— except for its weird look, which most people can't wear.

Because it's too heavy.

And finally, Berru gasped heavily and threw this armor on the table, and after a loud bang, he lifted his eyes and stared at Brando, and he said, "Look, it was designed exactly like your drawings —— I promise it hasn't changed a bit, and I can assure you, no normal person can wear it ——”

He shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you're doing with all this stuff! Oh no, not one set, but more than 200 sets...! ”

Brando smiled and listened to the complaints. He looked at the armor set, and the whole armor set was very satisfying to him, and it had to be said that Berruin's craftsmanship deserved to be the first of Erruin, the only goddess of Erruin before the Second Black Rose War.

At least in terms of the degree of restoration of this armor set, at least the level of sixty masters is required to achieve it. Before the Second Black Rose War, the masters belonged to a non-existent title among even professional players in life.

Even in the next two decades, the great guild's national treasures were the same. So no wonder Brando smiled and looked at Burrough like he was looking at a baby.

“Are you listening to me, asshole?” The old man looked at Brando with a smile and without a word, and at once he did not fight.

“Of course,” Brando nodded. “I'm satisfied. ”

“I know you're satisfied, but you haven't answered me. What is this?” Burrough suddenly got a little discouraged, and he felt like talking to this young man was a very laborious thing, because you could never keep up with each other.

“You'll see what it is, Master Brue. ”

“So?”

“Wait a minute, I think it's better if I don't tell you--”

“What does that mean?” Berru was stunned.

But that's when the knocking went off. The old man slightly snorted. When he rested, few people came to disturb him. He raised his eyebrows and immediately pulled his throat and yelled: "Who? ”

“It's me, master.” The sound outside the door shrank.

“How do I know who you are, asshole!” Berru couldn't help but yell when he saw the young man smiling and not smiling: “Tell me, what is it, you better find a reason to convince me not to let me definitely let you go! ”

“Here's the thing… it's looking for Lord…”

The old man stunned and looked at Brando in confusion.

Brando nodded slightly.

“Let them in.” That's the answer, Berru.

So the door shoved open, and it was the young man named ‘Duncan the Devil’ who was crowned by Brando, and of course his duck had put the Devil away, and at this time there was another weird guy behind him.

A short man covered in a long cloak.

“Dwarf?” Berru was stunned.

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