Principal Architect of Brando, Act 92 (2nd Shift)

The Earl's order made the young man sitting on the sofa snort softly, and he had to admit that it was a good move to kill people with a knife.

But the henchman was slightly taken aback and quickly lowered his head. No one knew better than him what the Earl's order would be, and that the invasion of Madara had brought an unprecedented predicament to the mountain people—and at this moment, for those people in the middle of the mountains and forests, whether it was tax exemption or the omission of some of the food of the young and middle-aged, it could be said to be a life-saving measure.

Therefore, presumably the other party will not refuse, and cannot refuse.

As for war, isn't it always the order of the day for the barbarians?

He immediately estimated in his mind that this time, even if the army of Mardala and Ser Pallas was not counted, the army of the mountain people alone might exceed 10,000 men.

This number made him a little shaken, this time the Earl, who had always kept a low profile, was determined to show Archduke and Princess Griffien of his strength.

But how many years have it not been like this? Ten years, or twenty years? Since the last time the kingdom began to be in turmoil, it seems that a generation has grown up in the blink of an eye.

But this does not mean that the old man has lost his former courage.

The henchman, who had followed Count Denel for many years, stole a glance at his lord and the young man sitting on the sofa, the older count was already gray, but his eyes were gloomy and sharp.

All three people present understood that when these two letters were sent, the pace of war would be unstoppable. But the situation is so strange that when all eyes are focused on the imminent great war in the north, they do not expect that the beginning of this civil war will begin on the southernmost frontier of this ancient country, which no one has noticed.

In this remote Tonigel, it seems to be forgotten by everyone.

……

The pace of war is quietly approaching.

But at this moment, Brando didn't know much about this army from the Gendenel region and was about to be overwhelmed.

He may have understood that the course of history had changed, and that the news of Sir Mintai's crushing defeat would mean that he had put himself on the wheel of the civil war that would determine the fate of Eruin.

As for the result, it depends on the next performances of the parties.

However, at this moment, it is not this question that Brando thinks about the most. He was now sitting in the carriage from Shavrund to Fir City, the inside of which was bumpy because of the mountain road, but the young man just looked out the window at the blue sky of the mountains, and for a moment he was stunned.

He left aside a business in the silver mines of Shavrund and boarded the carriage to Fort Fir overnight, not because he had learned that the army of Count Denel was about to crush the border, nor because he had received an accurate reply from the princess regent.

But for another reason.

But Brando withdrew his gaze from the changing scenery outside the window, and his gaze fell back into the carriage, to a familiar old dwarf across from him—and then glared at him.

"Mr. Oldham," said the young man at last, "I wonder what is the matter with you?" ”

"Well......?" The old dwarf was stunned for a moment, and while he showed a look of incomprehension, he stuffed a piece of dessert into his mouth: "What's the matter?" ”

In fact, since he got on the train, the old dwarf had unceremoniously eaten half of the snacks that Darknetro had prepared for his lord in the carriage - and now he was preparing to kill the remaining half.

As soon as Brando saw his eating face, he felt that he had no appetite. Of course, this may have been the old dwarf's strategy.

At least for now, it works.

"I remember I didn't invite you to come with me, did I?" Brando said angrily: "Didn't you do a good job in the mine, I didn't let you out of there, why are you dangling in front of my eyes all day." ”

He thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and added: "Since this half a month-"

"You mean that?" The old dwarf almost choked, and he quickly patted his chest and swallowed the piece of snack: "Well, uh...... Ah, well said young man, that's a problem......"

Brando felt the corner of his eye twitch and felt that if he could, he would kick the guy off the carriage.

But now he was not in the mood for this, and only replied coldly: "Then Mr. Oldham, in that case, can I ask you to get off the car at once?" ”

"No, no, no," the old dwarf quickly shook and shook his stubby hand, "of course not, of course not"

"Why?"

"This ...... Uh, I thought, "Oldham was obviously a little embarrassed, he couldn't say that I actually wanted to check if you kid had the potential to become the king of the earth and get all the rune dwarves to follow?"

He felt that if he wanted to say this, he would definitely be treated as a psychopath by the other party.

The old dwarf thought and thought, and finally found an excuse to hold back: "Little one, don't you need someone to do it for you?" ”

Brando felt that he was about to laugh angrily, and he said angrily, "Okay, what can you do, old man?" ”

"I ......," Oldham blurted out, "I know how to prospect, and by the way, I'm good at mining." I...... I studied under the Golden Dwarves, and you know that although the Rune Dwarves are not very good at this work, the Golden Dwarves are good at mining......"

"Yes, you don't have to say it," Brando shook his head, "since you're so good at this, why don't you stay in the mines?" ”

The old dwarf froze, and he was there for a long time before he stammered, "That...... I mean, I'm pretty good at mining, but I actually want to do a different job......"

He said as he forced a smile at Brando.

Laughing reluctantly.

"Oh?" Brando suddenly felt that talking to this guy was not so uncomfortable, at least the other party knew that his behavior was too weird: "Then what do you want to do?" ”

The young man asked in a malicious teasing tone.

The old dwarf scratched his head, this question was difficult for him. What else would he do besides working in the mines? Oldham thought the question was simply too tricky, what kind of joke, what could he, a rune dwarf who grew up in the Golden Dwarf clan, do other than be a miner in his old profession?

Isn't this a deliberate attempt to embarrass him?

If it was an ordinary person who asked that, Oldham must make the other party look good. But this will also understand that this embarrassing situation is his own fault.

He hesitated again and again, and finally said with difficulty: "That...... I'll build a ...... Architectural ......"

Oldham didn't lie to Brando, the old dwarf would be a little bit of that. Architecture and engineering were his hobbies—a hobby that stemmed from his belief that rune dwarves should have more or less knowledge of architecture.

However, of course, his architectural knowledge does not come from the inheritance of rune dwarves, but just a patchwork of some understanding; So to put it bluntly, he's still a miner.

So when the old dwarf spoke, he was obviously not so confident.

But Brando was interested, others didn't know what rune dwarves did, but he did. When he heard Oldham say that he could build, his eyes lit up, and even the worries in his heart were thrown out of his mind for a moment.

"You say you know how to build?"

Brando's voice was raised by three points.

But the young man's raised voice startled the old dwarf, and his already unconfident answer became even more unconfident: "Yes...... It's going to be a little bit......"

However, in the spirit of dwarven stubbornness, Oldham suddenly realized that he could not appear so weak, he was a dwarf—and not just a dwarf, but the people of silver, the only blood of the rune dwarves

He immediately coughed and replied, "You see, little one, no one is made out of nothing, and although I can only do that, it just means that I don't have enough experience. You know, I used to work as a miner. ”

This nondescript remark sounds like a lot of loopholes, and I'm afraid that even little Roman won't necessarily believe it here, but Brando, who has already risen to the superstition of rune dwarves, has already risen to the level of superstition.

The young man felt that there was a door, and he nodded: "I understand, will you build a city?" ”

"You want to build a city?"

The old dwarf was startled.

Building a city is not an ordinary construction project, and he immediately thought that if he built a city with his own ability, he might end up like this:

He could imagine the city he had built crookedly sitting somewhere, a famous sight for generations to come, and of course, it was a negative lesson where all the rune dwarves, and even the other dwarves, might come - with the same feeling as a pilgrimage, and say this to his descendants.

See, that's the work of the old dwarf Oldum, who even forgot to build the gates.

The old dwarf immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly shook his head to banish the haphazard thought from his mind, for he saw the anticipation on Brando's face—

"How?" Brando asked in a very seductive tone, "Not just a city, but a vast group of fortresses, which, once built, will keep your name alive forever—"

The young man lowered his voice and said in a distant tone, "Look, that's the work of the dwarven master builder Oldum, who restored the glory of the rune dwarves - you don't know what your ancestors were best at?" ”

The words of the glory of the rune dwarves finally touched Oldum, or rather, it gave him a big reassurance. Brando's picture of the scene for him had completely forgotten that he was nothing more than a typical three-legged cat in this respect, and the old dwarf almost immediately stood up to his thoughts.

He thought, yes, he was a descendant of rune dwarves, and he wouldn't be worse than that.

So he nodded vigorously.

Brando's heart is also relieved, thinking that if he really wants to sleep, someone will send him a pillow, it seems that Lord Martha still favors him, and there is a descendant of rune dwarves to help, presumably building a fortress group is not a problem.

Brando felt like he was making a lot of money, and Oldham felt like he was making a lot of money.

Both of them seemed to see a bright future for a while.

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