"Charre?"
Brando nodded.
"...Of course, if there are craftsmen who are good at engineering in the city, you can also pay attention." He thought for a moment, but of course he didn't expect much of this proposal, because all the craftsmen who know how to build a city in this era are in engineering. The famous master-class figure-even Brando himself is not convinced that a remote place like Fir City will be a place where hermits gather, and big cows crouching tigers and dragons.
This is not writing a novel, things like Master Peru are just a special case after all.
But in fact, Brando couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he said this. The same thing is said, things like building a fortress, especially large fortresses-to be honest, this is not a game-how many resources are consumed, the system will directly draw you out of the warehouse, and then "beep~" Just put a fortress in the wild forest for you.
Here, clay and stones will not automatically go to the city wall, even a brick has to be burned out of the kiln before it can be sent to the construction site. Labor is not just a mere statistic. If you just drive those people together, then these people are just a black hole that consumes a lot of food day after day.
How to arrange and coordinate manpower is a very professional skill. Although in simple terms it is how to let a hundred people play together instead of fifty or less people, but it is very difficult to do.
Although Brando has experience in managing a small number of people, once this number rises to a few thousand to tens of thousands, they will feel a little helpless.
This is not a war after all, you first have to know what each of these people should do.
In his mind, there are some of the best candidates—the craftsman wizard of Buga, the mountain dwarves of Roland, or the hobgoblins of Joe Gendig—all of them are the world's best craftsmen of fortification of Warnd.
But the best is not necessarily the most suitable. First of all, except for the craftsmen and wizards of Bougainvillea, Brando doesn't even know where to find mountain dwarves or hobgoblins now.
Roland’s mountain dwarves live in a country farther north than St. Osor, where the mountains are covered with snow all the year round. In Eruin in the south, you can hardly see this nation. As for There are quite a few hill dwarves, but the distant relatives of these mountain dwarves are connoisseurs of wine, and basically have nothing to do with fortification.
As for the hobgoblins, not to mention this one. Hobgoblins belong to a noble nation in Qiaogendigang's underground. They are not only the masters of fortification, but also one of the most militant nations. They can't go to the barren surface world like Tajib to suffer.
And the only craftsman wizards of Buja that can be found, those white beard old men of the Silver Alliance, Brando doesn't expect them to be worthy of him.
Those who have become fine guys are no better than they are now encountering these little-seen "hillies" (according to the Buga wizard). Brando is very suspicious that these people of silver may accidentally talk in a few words. It is not impossible for him to guess the identity of the traveler.
Brando didn't have any extra thoughts for a while. This kind of thing can only be counted as one step. Although there is no way in a short period of time, as the days pass until his strength rises, he may be able to find some alternative means.
Therefore, he can only add one sentence in the end: "Let go of your hands and feet to do it, I believe in your ability."
It was this sentence that made the noble daughter's eyes light up, and then nodded seriously.
But at this time, a young man’s voice came from outside: "I seem to hear you calling me, Lord Lord?"
Not far away, Qian, who was leaning on the edge of the black pine, subconsciously turned her head to follow the voice, just to see Charles in a black robe walking in from the outside—in fact, this young archmage had, since the turmoil that night, He rarely appeared in front of outsiders, and he seemed to plunge into the small room arranged for him in the castle, leaving no questions about the world.
Of course, according to Charles' own explanation of Brando, he was familiar with spells—after all, an apprentice turned into a mentor-level wizard day and night, so he needed a buffer of time.
Now it seems that this guy is doing pretty well these days. When Brando saw him, the young wizard's face was relaxed-even a little bit of interest-it seems that the outside world is indeed better than that of him in the cemetery. The field is much more interesting.
Even staying in a small room all day is no exception.
"Why are you here?" Brando asked, but he immediately saw that Charles was not here alone, and there was a young man behind him.
He knew that young man—it was the only lucky or unlucky guy left in the team of adventurers he met when he first entered Fir City. Brando still remembers that he was an apprentice of string magic.
But this young man has remained in this group since they killed Grudin, which puzzled him. As far as he knew, this young man and several of his companions were all from a gentry family. Although they are not powerful, they are at least after the nobles.
With such a background, there is really no need to fool around with a group of people like them with these mercenaries. According to Antitina, their group is called a rebel if it sounds good, but it is not far from the bandit who holds the mountain as king.
It can only be said that the real bandit group lacks people like him and the noble daughter who understand the rules of the game between the nobles.
Charles smiled slightly, and walked up to a few people. Respectfully bowed to Brando. A wizard salutes a nobleman like this. If an outsider sees it, he will have to scare his chin off, but the young wizard still greets meticulously: "Lord Lord."
In fact, his actions have surprised the young people behind him.
The young man who was habitually wearing a blue-gray robe and lacking expression on his face finally showed a weird look. He glanced at the master and servant: Although Brando is a golden first-order swordsmanship master, Shire is not much. Let, the same young Golden Rank wizard, speaking status is much higher than a mere swordsman.
Even if Brando has aristocratic status, it is the same.
Antitina, who was standing next to Brando holding the file, was not surprised, shook her head as if she hadn't seen it. But Medissa and Qian did not understand the etiquette of humans in this era, and grew up in the collective of mercenaries. Naturally, they have no knowledge in this area, and on the contrary, they are much more calm than young people.
"Actually, I'm here to ask for money," Charles replied with a smile, and he scratched his head—you can imagine a great mage scratching his head helplessly. This time even Qian's eyes twitched: "But The first is to give money."
"Send money?" Brando was taken aback.
"Let’s talk about asking for money first, because I know your lord, you are always more interested in bad news." Charles replied immediately: "I thought about the things you asked me last time, and it should be okay."
Brando reacted immediately.
At the beginning, he intentionally asked this guy to form a council of spellcasters similar to the Tower of Stars and Moons—after all, the Shire is now the invisible leader of all spellcasters in his domain. If you integrate it again The uneven apprenticeship among the mercenaries is not impossible.
Although it looks a bit horrible now, the prospects are still very impressive; not to mention that the future can compete with the Silver Alliance, but at least it should not be inferior to the Dark Tower Wizard.
The only trouble is that I don't know if there are any related taboos in Shire's inheritance as a dark tower wizard. Brando knew how strict the wizards kept their knowledge systems confidential. When the Dark Tower wizards split from the Silver Alliance, they even almost led to war.
Of course this is a digression, Brando only mentioned it at first, but he did not expect to finally receive a reply today. But I didn't mention it first, but Charles's line of "give money" really surprised him.
What tricks this guy was playing, he thought of it the first time.
"Let's talk about the second thing." Brando replied.
But Charles reminded with a smile: "Lord Lord, have you forgotten the things temporarily stored in my place?"
"What is it?" Brando was wondering, but saw Charles take out a picture from the dimension bag on his waist—
"Martha is here, Princess Anyao's painting!"
Antitina's eyes widened, all the documents in her hand fell to the ground, and she couldn't help but yell.
She immediately showed a skeptical look: "This is not a fake, right?" She looked at Shire, then at Brando, thinking that judging from the nature of her lord and this mage, it seems that it is also It's not impossible.
But Brando shook his head: "This is the real product." He already remembered this thing. The stolen goods that they took away when they were in Ridenburg, although it sounds a little ugly, but now it seems—this was the original one. The decision is truly brilliant.
An Yao's paintings are extremely popular in the collection market, and it is not impossible to sell them for a astronomical price of several million Thor. Although this amount of money is not a lot, it is enough to meet urgent needs.
But there is no market for this thing in Fir City. If you want to sell it at a good price, you must find the right place. Brando actually had a goal in his mind at this time, and that was the only free trade port in Eruin:
Amperexel—
He couldn't help thinking that it was indeed necessary for someone to go to Ampersel to take a look, not to mention that Baron Firce would inevitably establish a trade relationship with this free port in the future. The intricate relations of power there are enough to attract real political adventurers to invest in it.
Especially at this time, when all armies are overwhelming, Brando guessed that Amperisel must be very lively at this moment.
Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on his face.
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