"Sir Mintai's army has arrived at the Gels Ferry."
Brando was silent for a while, but said something like this.
Everyone present was stunned, and they didn't react for a while.
Brando did not evade the master craftsman Peru, but after the latter reacted, he bowed slightly, "Since it is a topic that has nothing to do with me, then this old man of mine will leave first, Lord Lord!" He followed the Eruin noble. Between the etiquette, he put his hand on his left chest to show respect, and raised his head to remind: "Although it is said, Lord Lord, I am waiting for the good news." After saying this, the old man calmly walked from the courtyard. Walked out.
"What's the matter?" When Uta saw this nasty old man leave, he turned around and asked, "Why didn't we get the news?"
"The news was sent directly to Huque," Brando replied, and he introduced the wild elf girl next to him: "This is Flor, you all know each other, let her speak."
Everyone's eyes fell on the elf girl. Flo didn't change his face, lifted his chin slightly, unhurriedly endorsed, and recounted the current situation.
When he heard that only six to seven hundred people from Sir Mintai had crossed the river through the ferry, there were only a few knights in the team. There was a strange look on the man's face.
"Wait, this guy, don't come to death in such a hurry." Uta swept his long red hair to the back of his neck with one hand, shook his head and said puzzledly: "With only such a few people, let's take a bite. You can eat it."
"Could it be a suspicion soldier?" Krencia asked seriously.
"No, I don’t think the Sir Sir would have thought that we were so bold." Brando analyzed: "Grudin’s most loyal knight was already dead and wounded in the battle against us in the inner city at the end of the day. The private soldiers who usurped are nothing but mercenaries and adventurers with bad marks. After these people have dispersed, do you think they will escape to report the letter?"
Everyone was silent, after all, it was not an honorable act to leave the master and run away, especially in this era, it is possible to risk the gallows, and naturally no one would run to do such unprofitable things.
"So it is entirely possible that the news in the hands of Sir Mintai and Sir Pallas came from other sources, such as the words of Fir City or even the baron who led the refugees." Brando continued.
"After that night, in order to prevent more people from escaping, we had already issued an order to blockade the surrounding area of Fir City." When Antitina heard this, she said, "Your guards are deployed in layers within ten miles of the city. As for whether Sir Mintai’s spies can get in, you know best."
Uta and Kerencia glanced at each other. It was not that they were confident, but they were all the most experienced mercenaries. These people are not necessarily the best soldiers, but they must be the best hunters. Faced with the rich experience of these people, they believe that the spies of the little nobleman like Sir Mintai can enter the city without any problems, let alone get more. The exact news.
But daring to send troops blindly only with such limited information, it also shows that the blind arrogance of the nobles, it seems that they are not regarded as a group of "civilians" in their eyes.
Brando raised his head and immediately saw Uta and Clencia straight up; he was taken aback and couldn't help being surprised, but then he was relieved—after he had subdued Tajib and his men, look. These mercenaries have begun to realize that their status in this collective has been greatly reduced.
On the other hand, faced with the revenge of Count Jean Dernell, the mercenaries had to choose to rely on Brando. Therefore, when Brando showed sufficient strength, they put away their extra thoughts and considered more about what status they would be able to obtain in this collective in the future.
Even people like Uta who are not keen on fighting for power have to think about their own men.
Brando smiled slightly, thinking that there might be another reason. When I heard that Sir Mintai had no more than six or seven hundred people in his hands, and he had thousands of cavemen's allies ambushing in the forest, it was tantamount to saying that he had already obtained the credit, and everyone was willing to fight for it.
He glanced at Uta first, and then at Krencia. In fact, Fern and his men are still on the front line at this moment, and the former Karasu cavalry captain is the first one of the three large regiment leaders to express his surrender to him-long before the battle for the logging yard, the lead has been quietly Came to talk with him, and promised to give him all the people under his command. But Brando knew that being too partial to one person might make these two heads suspicious. He thought for a moment and said:
"Mr. Kerencia, you are ready to meet Fern," he said, "You find a way to bypass the frontal battlefield after the war, cut off the back of the Sir Sir, and capture as much as possible. Of course Samuel himself is the best, if I don’t kill him, it’s still useful for me to keep him—"
He paused: "Of course, you have to judge the specific situation by yourself and accept the order!"
The silver-haired middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly, as if the whole person was a little lighter. He glanced at Uta beside him, and replied in a deep voice: "As you wish, Lord Lord."
After finishing speaking, Krencia straightened his saber like a real knight. He bowed and then turned and left the courtyard. He only heard the sound of his proud footsteps from the outside. The bluestone slab is uploaded back.
So Yuta stood alone in the courtyard, she couldn't help frowning, but in the end she didn't speak. And Medisa was relieved to see that the people who had originally argued had gone clean, and she gave Brando a slight salute to Brando with elves etiquette: "Lord Lord."
Brando nodded, and he looked at Antitina. The noble daughter on the side was obviously relieved. The few guys who came to ask for money were sent away by the lord in a few words, which made her feel almost relieved for a while.
But this is just an illusion. In fact, she doesn't feel relaxed at all, because the problem will not be solved by itself, and procrastination is not a solution.
"Lord Lord, don't you go to the front line?" Antitina thought for a moment, holding the file, and asked.
"What's so good." Brando shook his head. He couldn't see the suspense in this battle. Besides, it was far more effective to hand it over to veteran commanders like Tiger Sparrow, Fern, and Clencia than he went up by himself. many.
He knows that he is suitable for leading people to charge the trap, that is his old line, not to be a commander. Brando now only feels that being a lord is enough to give him a headache. As for more things, just be lazy if you can.
With this time, it is better to solve more urgent problems. He turned his head and asked, "How much money do we have?"
"About 3.5 million Tor, this is the result of converting Grudin's collection and the precious metals in the treasure house," Antitina was taken aback, and immediately replied, "But considering the question of time. , It’s not worth that much money. In fact, the cash we have is only less than one-third of this amount."
"And Lord Lord," the noble daughter said seriously: "The food issue is imminent. As far as I know, Tonigel's output every year is only equal to consumption, which means that we don’t have one more person in our hands. We must find a way for them to eat."
As if afraid that Brando would not expect it, she reminded her again: "Mr. Reto still leads thousands of refugees in Port Gris."
Brando certainly did not forget this. He nodded and listened to Antitina continue to say: "When it comes to grain trade, it is not that simple. First of all, we don't have a ship—"
"There should be ships in Port Gris?" Medissa reminded in a low voice. Although she is not familiar with the human world, she has recently made up Tonigel's geography for the war that she may deal with in the future.
"Let’s not say that we have not controlled Port Gris, and Port Gris is just a fishing port—" Antitina shook her head. Clerk, but this is again a lot of money first."
"Secondly, it is impossible to spend all the money we have on one thing, which is to postpone all things that can be postponed, but at least half of it will be spent on the upcoming war. To be honest, I don’t Knowing how long this situation will last, Earl Dernell will definitely not let us live too well." The noble daughter said, while sighing: "Not to mention that although we have nominal control of Fir City, we can In fact, most of the Fir Baronies are not under our control. We can say that we are struggling now—"
She slumped her hand while holding the file: "In comparison, I'd rather hide in the Black Forest now-it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, Lord Lord."
After she finished speaking, she simply looked at Brando with a faintly resentful look: "As for the Magic Lab that you promised me, my lord, of course Antitina doesn't matter, so she can naturally push it back. But Master Baru Over there, it looks like I can't wait..."
Brando couldn't help smiling bitterly, knowing that the meaning of this noble daughter was naturally not that it was okay, but that it was very relevant, but there was no way for it for a while. He also knew that Antitina was telling the truth. Now Tonigel's autumn harvest is over. The only way to solve the problem is through trade. But in the final analysis, there is still a lack of money.
So how to make money is the first thing he has to figure out a solution now.
He did have a sum of money in Braggs, which was left by Roman’s first business. When they left, they entrusted the money to Reto’s daughter Su to operate it. If no problems were encountered, the money At least there are hundreds of thousands of Thor.
But now that Count De Nell's territory is blocked between Tonigle and Goran-Elson, this funding is destined to be impossible to count on, and Brando has to think about a solution from another direction.
The first thing he thought of was naturally the silver mines of Schaffdren.