The earl's order caused the young man sitting on the sofa to snorted softly. He had to admit that it was a good move to kill with a knife.
But the confidant was slightly taken aback, and quickly lowered his head. No one knows the consequences of this order of the Lord Earl better than him. Madara’s invasion has brought unprecedented predicament to the mountain people-at this moment, for those people in the middle of the forest, whether it is tax exemption or Saving some of the food for the young and middle-aged can be said to be a life-saving measure.
Therefore, the other party will not refuse and cannot refuse.
As for war, isn't war always commonplace for the barbarians
He immediately estimated in his mind that this time even if the army of Madara and Sir Pallas is not included, the army of the mountain people may exceed 10,000.
This number made him feel a little bit shaken. This time, Lord Earl, who had always been low-key, was determined to show Duke Anlek and Princess Griffin a look at his own strength.
But how many years have not been like this? Ten years, or 20 years? Since the turmoil of the kingdom last time, it seems that a generation has grown up in a blink of an eye.
But this does not mean that the old man has lost his courage.
The confidant who has been following Earl Dernell for many years took a peek at his lord and the young man sitting on the sofa. The older earl has white sideburns, but his eyes are gloomy and sharp.
The three people present knew that when these two letters were sent, the pace of the war would have been unstoppable. But the situation is so wonderful. When everyone turned their eyes to the igniting war in the north, it was unexpected that the beginning of this civil war kicked off on the southernmost border of this ancient country where no one noticed.
Tonigel, who was so remote as to be forgotten by everyone.
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The footsteps of war are approaching quietly—
But Brando at this moment did not know much about this army from the Jean Deneir area and about to be crushed.
He may understand that the direction of history has changed. Once the news of Sir Mintai's defeat is heard, it is equivalent to saying that he put himself on the huge roulette of the next civil war that will determine the fate of Eruin.
As for the result, it depends on the next performance of the parties.
However, at this moment Brando considers the most, but it is not this issue. He was sitting on the carriage from Schafflund to Fir City. The carriage was bumpy because of the road in the mountains, but the young man just stared at the blue sky in the mountains outside the window. For a while, he was stunned. Trance.
He left all the affairs of the Schafflund silver mine and rode in the carriage to Fir Castle overnight. It was not because he had learned that the Earl of Dnell's army was about to be crushed, nor was it because he had heard from the Princess Regent. Respond accurately.
But for another reason.
But Brando withdrew his gaze from the gradually changing scenery outside the window, his gaze fell back into the carriage, and fell on a familiar old dwarf on the opposite side—and then stared at him.
"Mr. Oldham," the young man said at last: "I want to know what's the matter with you?"
"En...?" The old dwarf was stunned for a moment. While showing a look of incomprehension, he stuffed a dessert in his mouth: "What's the matter?"
In fact, since getting into the car, the old dwarf has rudely ate half of the snacks that the secret compartment Nefro prepared for his lord-now he is about to kill the remaining half.
Brando felt that he had no appetite when he saw his taste. Of course, this might have been the old dwarf's strategy.
At least for now, it seems to be effective.
"I remember I didn't invite you to go with me, did you?" Brando said irritably, "Did you not do well in the mine? I didn't let you leave there, why are you dangling in front of my eyes all day long? Shake away."
He thought for a while, took a deep breath, and added: "Since this half a month—"
"You mean this?" The old dwarf was almost choked. He patted his chest and swallowed the snack: "Well, uh... ah, good point! Young man, this is a problem..."
Brando felt a twitch in the corner of his eyes, and felt that if he could, he would kick this guy off the carriage.
But now he is not in the mood, and just replied coldly: "Then Mr. Oldham, in that case, can I ask you to get out of the car right now?"
"No, no, no!" The old dwarf shook his stubby hand quickly and again, "Of course not, of course not!"
"reason?"
"This... Uh, let me think about it." Oldham is obviously a little embarrassed. He can't say that I actually want to see if your kid has the potential to become the king of the earth and let all rune dwarves follow
He felt that if he had to say this, he would be treated as a neuropathy by the other party.
The old dwarf thought and thought, and finally found an excuse for holding back: "Little guy, don't you need someone to do it for you?"
Brando felt that he was about to laugh, he said angrily, "Okay, what can you do, old man?"
"I..." Oldham blurted out: "I know how to explore mines. By the way, I am very good at mining. I... Dwarves are good at mining..."
"Yes, you don't have to say it," Brando shook his head. "Since you are so good at this, why not stay in the mine?"
The old dwarf froze. He was there for a long time before he stammered and replied: "Um... I mean, although I am very good at mining, I actually want to change my job..."
He said, and smiled at Brando reluctantly.
Smiled extremely 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 with a malicious teasing tone.
The old dwarf scratched his head, this question can be regarded as difficult for him. Besides working in the mine, what else would he do? Oldham thinks this question is too tricky and weird. What are you kidding about, what else can he do, a rune dwarf who grew up in the golden dwarf tribe, besides his old miner
Isn't this embarrassing him on purpose
If the average person asks this, Oldham must make him look good. But at this time he also understood that he was asking for this embarrassing situation.
He hesitated again and again, and finally said with difficulty: "Um...I will order...building..."
Oldham didn't lie to Brando, this old dwarf did indeed do that. Architecture and engineering are actually his hobbies-this hobby comes from his belief that rune dwarves should have more or less architectural knowledge.
However, his architectural knowledge certainly did not come from the inheritance of rune dwarves, but a bit of understanding; therefore, to put it bluntly, he was still a miner.
So when the old dwarf spoke, he was obviously not so confident.
But Brando became interested. Others didn't know what the rune dwarves did, but he knew. Hearing Oldham said that he could build, he immediately felt his eyes light up, and even the worries in his heart were lost to his head for a while.
"You said you can build?"
Brando's voice improved by three points.
But the young man’s raised voice shocked the old dwarf. He had no confidence in answering, so he became even less confident: "Yes... it will be a little bit..."
However, in the stubborn nature of a dwarf, Oldham suddenly realized that he could not be so weak. He was a dwarf—and not just a dwarf, but the People of Silver, the only blood of a rune dwarf!
He immediately coughed and replied: "Little guy, you see, everyone is made from nothing. Although I only know that, it just means that I don't have enough experience. You know, I It used to be a dry miner."
These nondescript words sounded full of loopholes, and I am afraid that even the little Roman would not believe it here, but Brando, who had already risen to the level of superstition in the construction of rune dwarves, listened to it.
The young man felt that there was a door, and he nodded: "I see, you will build a city?"
"You want to build a city?"
The old dwarf was taken aback.
Building a city is not an ordinary construction project. He immediately thought that if he were to build a city with his own ability, he might end up like this in the end:
He can imagine that the city he presided over was awkwardly located somewhere and became a famous landscape for later generations. Of course, it was a negative teaching material. All rune dwarves, and even other dwarves, might come here-with a pilgrimage. Mood, and then said to his descendants.
Look, that's the work of the big-talking old dwarf Oldham—he even forgot to build the city gate.
The old dwarf immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and he shook his head quickly to get rid of the messy thoughts, because he saw the expectation on Brando's face—
"How?" Brando asked in a very tempting tone: "Not just building a city, but a huge fortress group. As long as it is built, it can let your name pass on forever—"
The young man lowered his voice and said in a distant tone: "Look, that's the work of Oldham, the master dwarf architect, who regained the glory of rune dwarves—you don’t know what your ancestors were best at. stop?"
The words of the glory of the rune dwarf finally touched Oldham, or it was a great relief for him. The scenes Brando painted for him had completely made him forget that he was just a typical three-legged cat in this respect, and the old dwarf had firmed his mind almost immediately.
He thought, yes, he is a descendant of the rune dwarf, no matter how bad he is.
So he nodded vigorously.
it is good! Unknown Brando also felt loose in his heart. He felt that if he really wanted to sleep, someone would give him a pillow. It seemed that Lord Martha still took good care of him. He was helped by the descendants of a rune dwarf. Presumably it was nothing to build a fortress group. It's a problem.
Brando feels that he has made a lot of money, and Oldham also feels that he has made a lot of money.
Both of them seemed to see a bright future for a while.
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