Act 108 Tonigel and the Young Lord (Part 2, everyone's support)

Brando nodded, of course he had considered such a situation, but firstly, it was for the sake of buying horse bones, and secondly, it was not that all the old, weak, sick and disabled collectives did not have a strong labor force.

Some young people will stay with their loved ones, and most lords will not take in a family for the sake of a laborer.

And this is where his advantage lies, not to mention that women can do a lot of things, and teenagers and children are the hope of the future of the territory.

Not many people in this day and age may have such a vision, but Brando has to plan for the long term of Eruin.

Therefore, he just waved his hand and interrupted the master craftsman's words: "Master Bailu, I have considered all these things you said, and it should not be a big problem. Population is the future of a territory, and the ignorant nobles don't see that, but I don't mind teaching them a lesson, and in short, it's up to you. ”

"But if the population is there, what about the food?" Beru was still not at ease, although he was reluctant to pay lip service, but after a few months of staying here, he had to admit that some of Brando's methods were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Whether it was selfish or righteous, he didn't want to see this young man's hard work ruined.

Even in private, in the dead of night, the old man wondered more than once if this young man was really the one who was born at the behest - otherwise why would he resonate with the Lionheart?

And what he did was so supported by everyone - that kind of scene sometimes really made him feel as if he saw that person.

The king who swore an oath under the glorious banner.

The old man was a little unconvinced.

"Food is a problem," Brando nodded, but he immediately looked at Beru strangely, "Master Berau, when did you become concerned about this issue?" ”

The old master craftsman blushed and replied, "Just ask casually." ”

"I see," Brando smiled mysteriously, "food is indeed a big problem - but seeing so many refugees displaced, it is also very painful to sleep and eat - so no matter how difficult it is, I must persist in doing so, Master Berau, do you say?" ”

"...... you" The old man saw that Brando's words were righteous and awe-inspiring, but the smile in his eyes was like a little fox, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, what is the matter with the bastard boy?" ”

Medisa couldn't help but cover her mouth gently.

"Of course it's not that strict," Brando said, "Food is a problem, but with the support of the silver mines of Shavlund, it won't be the primary problem in the short term." ”

"It's not enough to just buy it, aren't you afraid of being blocked by the dukes in the north?" The old man shook his head and said worriedly.

"First, the merchants of Ampesel are all 'merchants'," Brando raised another finger, "Second, the Northern Fleet is still in the hands of Her Highness the Princess. ”

"Of course, what you said is not a hidden concern, but Tonigel is not born barren." Brando thought to himself that he had a druid in his hands, and he would be afraid of planting problems? These turf guys are much more powerful in agriculture than the elements.

While it may be a bit of a hassle to convince the druids who believe in the balance of nature, Brando has already dug a pit for them to jump. They had signed a pact that would allow the druids to participate in a war to defend the territory—a war of grain is also a war," Brando chuckled.

The old man looked at him and shook his head: "I don't know what you want so many people to do, Tony Gel already has a large population, as long as you can occupy this place, it won't be difficult to build an army-"

Brando didn't answer, and of course Beraue wouldn't understand his ideals. His ideals weren't just Tonigel, not Navalhalla, not even Eruin.

The young man's goal is the vision of the future, and his journey is endless wilderness.

After the glory of the ancients, humanity will once again pick up the lost banner and march into the wilderness, and Eruin will expand into a mighty empire.

And the opportunity lies in the wilderness where civilization cannot reach.

Brando wouldn't answer Berau's question, but he knew that one day these people would understand why he did it, as long as he was alive.

He smiled and changed the subject: "When did Master Bailu care so much about the territory below, could it be that you plan to take refuge in the lower territory sincerely?" ”

The master craftsman choked for a moment, and he couldn't help coughing loudly, and then he finally relieved himself and replied in a frustrated manner: "Bastard, you thought of getting there, I was just worried that you would lose all your money and drag down my career—no, I mean hinder the revival of this kingdom by Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

"In that case, master, are you skewing the topic too far?" Brando asked, a little amusedly.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't we start talking about a plan, how did we talk about food? Or do you want to change jobs with Miss Antitina? ”

Berroux knew that Brando was making fun of him, and that the young lord, though most of his character could be called excellent among the nobles of this generation, was clearly lacking in respect for the old man - and he would not repent of it.

He replied angrily: "I haven't fallen to the shamelessness of you as an adult, going to grab a job with a little girl." We started by talking about the Elemental Furnace...... Forget it, I'm going to give up explaining it."

The old man suddenly found that it seemed to be unfavorable for him to continue to explain like this, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Okay, according to what you said, let's get down to business, anyway, I have only completed less than three hundred sets of that thing so far, do you want to check it, my lord?" ”

"Of course it would be better if you could," Brando nodded, he did want to see how the construction of that thing was done, "but isn't it here, is there a dark room in this workshop?" ”

"Naturally," Master Beru glared at him, "sneaky, uneasy and kind. ”

Brando shook his head and smiled, thinking to himself that if this old man was really as upright as he said, then why did he still have a dark room in the workshop? He didn't remember arranging the other party in this matter.

But he didn't dare to say this, otherwise this stubborn old man might really be angry and drive the three of them out, and it would be more than worth the loss.

Led by Berau, the three of them walked through the hot workshop and opened a door to the south to enter the dark room. However, Brando soon realizes that he has misunderstood the old man, because this so-called dark room is more of a temporary storeroom or a break room.

The storehouse was not very large, about a few dozen square meters square, and there were many chests and barrels around it, and the master craftsman went by one by one, and then pried open one of them with a shovel, and took out a strange set of armor from it.

It was a 'peculiar' suit of armor - because it wasn't a suit of armor, at least in the eyes of most normal people.

Or rather, it's distorted to be more like a set of failed apprentices.

Because when you first see it, you wonder if anyone can wear it. It had no helmet parts, not even a neckline, the chest/back plates were tightly connected, the hands and feet were in a different position than normal people, and the point was - the suit was so heavy that it took almost all of his strength to get it out of the box piece by piece.

The old man could even bet that this thing was given to the knights to wear—and most of them would not be able to wear it except for its strange shape.

Because it's too heavy.

Finally Berruux, panting heavily, threw the suit onto the table, and with a loud bang he raised his eyelids and glared at Brando, saying, "Look, this is exactly according to your drawings - I promise nothing has changed, and I can assure you that no normal person can wear it-"

He shook his head: "I don't understand what you want to do when you come out with such a set of things, oh no, not one set, but more than two hundred sets-"

Brando listened to these complaints with a smile, he looked at the suit of armor, the whole suit he was very satisfied, I have to say that Berau's craftsmanship is worthy of being the first person in Eruin, known as the only master of Eruin before the Second War of the Black Roses.

At least the restoration of this set of armor is dù, at least the level of a sixty-level master can be achieved, and before the Second War of the Black Roses, the master craftsman also belonged to a title that did not exist even among life professional players.

Even in the next twenty years, it was a large guild like a treasure of China. So it's no wonder that Brando looked at Berlu with a smile as if he were looking at a baby.

"Are you listening to me, bastard?" The old man looked at Brando, who was smiling and silent, and suddenly became angry.

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

"I know you're satisfied, but you haven't answered me yet, what is that?" Beru was suddenly a little discouraged, he felt that talking to this young man seemed to be a very laborious task, because you could never keep up with the other person's train of thought.

"You'll understand what this is, Master Berau."

"So?"

"Wait a minute, I think it's better for me not to tell you about this thing-"

"What does that mean?" Beru was stunned.

But it was at this time that there was a knock on the door outside. The old man was slightly stunned, but few people came to disturb him when he was resting, he raised his eyebrows, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Who? ”

"It's me, Master." The voice outside the door shrank.

"How do I know who you are, bastard" Seeing the young man's smiling face, he couldn't help but be angry, and couldn't help yelling: "Say, what's the matter, you'd better find a reason that can convince me, if you don't let me let you go"

"That's right...... It's a ...... looking for the lord."

The old man was stunned, and he looked at Brando suspiciously.

Brando nodded slightly.

"Let them in." Only then did Beru reply.

So the door opened, and standing outside was the young man who had been named 'Demon Duncan' by Brando, of course his duck had put away the demon, and behind him was another strange fellow.

A short man shrouded in a long cloak.

"Dwarves?" Beru was stunned.

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