Act 105 Tonigel and the Young Lord (First Update, Everyone's Support)

Brando opened the letter, and the entire letter was blank, but there was a secret mark in the upper right corner. Knowing this, he crumpled the letter into a ball and then burst out of his hand with a flame that burned it to ashes.

Pieces of ash fell.

Brando looked up, and Charles had good news for him - the druids had returned. Brando's heart was relieved by this news, but he did not go to see these people immediately because of this, but said to his new attendant:

"Demon Duncan."

"Yes," the young man was stunned for a moment, before he realized that Brando was calling him, and hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong, my lord?" ”

"Go and get me Tajib."

"Tajib?"

"It's the caveman leader, you know it's in the city now, in the castle." Since entering the state of war, Brando has summoned Tajib into the city.

However, the troglodyte patriarch was quite happy about this, at least Grudin's treatment was not given to him.

As for whether Brando meant to take it as a hostage, Tajib didn't think much about it, it seemed that they had sworn to their gods, and these humans really didn't need to do it many times.

"Add a cloak to it and try to keep it in sight as little as possible." Brando said again.

The young man hurriedly nodded. "My lord, where would you like to see it?"

Hearing this, Brando lowered his head and whispered something in his ear, who nodded at once, then looked at his lord again, and after confirming that the other party had no more orders, immediately turned and ran into the snow.

Brando kept seeing the other party's back disappear into the heavy snow before beckoning to the others:

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else."

Akane had come back to her senses when she had looked at Brando, and she had always unconsciously compared the young lord's appearance to Macarlo, and even to Eco.

However, the red-haired girl quickly blushed and shook her head, and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going...... My lord? ”

Medisa gave her a somewhat amused look.

"A good place—" Brando replied.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the streets were soon covered with a thin layer of white, and there were not many pedestrians, but the warm orange glow from the houses on both sides made people feel at ease.

Akane had only just recovered, and this was actually her first time out of the house in a week, but the girl with her long red ponytail tied up again seemed to be back to her old life—she held her thunder spear and followed behind a short distance, looking at the street scene around her with some nonchalant eyes.

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

The three of them walked for a while, until there was a clanging sound in front of them.

Métisa's long, pointed ears were the first to hear the sound, and she was slightly startled before she realized that it was already near Berlu's forge factory.

In front of it is the forge of Berlu.

Since Brando bought the batch of cold iron ore from Cowen and the others, and sent the MONOCULUS Gems to the ground, Berru's forge has finally started. The shops here came from the original lord's estate, or Grudin's private property, and it was originally the blacksmith shop of Fir City, and Berlu bought the houses on both sides and enlarged the area.

However, having a venue does not mean that everything is fine, and the old man has no choice but to recruit all the people, and most of them are mixed. For this, the master smith from the court of Eruin complained to Brando more than once, saying that he did not support his work.

Fortunately, after Ulliel brought in the first craftsmen, the situation has changed dramatically.

The craftsman was sent by the bronze dragon Leto, because considering that Mintae Ling might become the front line of the war, that veteran almost all talented people rushed to the fir collar. Of course, this is for the long term, and on the other hand, it is not necessarily not for the sake of showing loyalty to the young lord.

But in any case, it solved his urgent need.

Although it was snowing heavily, the foundry was in full swing, and the golden-red glow from inside the furnace stained the workshop orange, a harsh warm color that was at odds with the cold hues of the silver outside, and it was a strong contrast - even when Brando stood outside the workshop, it seemed that he could feel the difference between warm and cold on the line between the distinct colors and the contrast of the colors.

"Your Excellency?" At this time, a voice came.

Berroux had just been distracted from the countless trivial matters in the workshop, and it had taken a great deal of effort to guide these stupid fellows in his opinion, but the old man had been in a hurry to come out to take a breath when he saw the three Brandos standing outside.

"Master Berau." Brando saw him and smiled. Of course, he didn't come here to go shopping and see the snow, but the news of Pallas's army made him feel that he had to gradually realize his plan.

"How?" Bai Lu opened his mouth and said, "My lord is here to check the progress of my old man's work?" ”

"Don't dare." Brando shook his head: "Just an idea." ”

"Idea?" Beru was slightly stunned, but he saw the four people standing in the snow and hurriedly said, "Anyway, come in and say, if the adults don't dislike me that this place is too noisy and dirty—"

Brando nodded, and walked in with Metisa, Akane, and the young man, the first armor and weapons were being forged in the foundry, and the young lord glanced inside the workshop - there were shirtless blacksmiths and apprentices coming and going, and there were no robes to guide them inside—and the Charles' people had not yet come, which meant that the first batch of armor forged by Berlu was not the White Lion Armor.

"Magic armor hasn't started yet?" He asked.

"Lord Lord, you still said that you didn't come to check the progress of the work," Bai Lu couldn't help but shake his head, and said with a wry smile: "I haven't done it for too many years, and I have already given birth to my hands, and the magic eye gem you sent is precious, I can't afford to wear it, I plan to practice my hands first." ”

The old man looked at the workshop, sighed, and said, "Besides, these people also need to be skilled, and the difference is too far." ”

"It's you who are too demanding." Brando replied that Beru had served in the royal foundry of Eruin in the past and was recognized as the first master, and his assistants were now well-known figures, and he could not help but look down on these people.

The most skilled of these people is the blacksmith in the country. Not to mention that almost none of them had ever used magic guidance machinery, and some even lacked experience in forging weapons.

Casting armor is more complex than weapons, and requires not only the experience of a blacksmith, but also the skill of a tailor and a tanner. The workshop is staffed by craftsmen from these trades, who are responsible for joining together the forged parts to make a complete armor.

The entire process is very slow, often taking hours or even whole days to complete.

Beru frowned as he looked at the massive magic machine in the center of the workshop—a fairly primitive instrument, almost twenty years ago—that was used to stamping and forming the chest and back plate armor at once, and then using magic rays to punch the breastplate with a spell circle that might be used to inlay it.

However, the working conditions of these two old-fashioned old machines are quite unstable, and there are often problems.

"The machines I used ten years ago were better than the two of them, and they were in worse condition than an old man like me." Beru felt that he had never done such a tricky job in his life, that the backcountry of Tonigel was almost nothing, and that it was hard for him to imagine that there was such a place in Eruin before that, as if it were a century or more behind the times he knew.

Without magic power, the city is like a huge garbage dump, outside the city is the wilderness, and agriculture is still in the most primitive stage of self-cultivation.

And in the time that Berlu was familiar with—almost a decade ago, in the richest part of Eruin, the manor had begun to use magic to nurture crops—was staffed by students from the Academy.

Those elements allow the apprentice to change the weather on a small scale by changing the way the elements are arranged, making them suitable for the growth of the crop.

But none here.

In other regions, large magic machines have long been used in agriculture, although this is only part of the whole revolution of the last hundred years, and the Cruz people learned this technique from the Hazel people, and indirectly influenced Eruin.

These techniques even changed the November War, leading to the Second Holy War, but the great progress in magic technology changed the world.

Of course.

Except in Tonigel.

Not even just Tonigel, in Berru's view, the entire region of Jean Denel is a wild place abandoned by history, as if it is always excluded from civilization because it has a master who does not like magic.

Of course, this is just the old man's personal bias. Brando knew that the poverty in the south of Eruin came from many reasons, not only Jean Denel, but even Goran Elson, and most of the southern Karasu were similar.

The southern frontier of the kingdom has always been the periphery of the entire civilized world, because of the order of development, the difference in geographical location, or the invasion of monsters, in all kinds of factors - so whether it is Buchi, Pragus, or Toniger, these places are almost two worlds compared to the hinterland of the kingdom.

"Let's just do it, Master Berru," Brando shook his head, these two magic devices were a pile of broken copper and iron anywhere in Eruin, but they were treasures here. When the two pieces were found in Grudin's warehouse, Antitina had to dismantle one to study the magic channeling device inside, but was desperately stopped by the master blacksmith.

The original decision seems to be quite wise now, at least these two machines have helped him a lot. No matter how old these two old machines are, they are at least better than Tonigel's primitive handicraft production.

Brando couldn't imagine how long it would take for the fir collar to realize his plan, which was almost still at the level of productivity of the Middle Ages on Earth.

Time waits for no one.

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(PS. Everyone's enthusiasm has cooled, ask for support.)