Brando was surprised when he stepped out of the carriage, which was far beyond everyone's expectations; but the young man quickly shook his head to get rid of this temporary trouble, because it was more than the trouble he had to face at present. Barely able to queue to the back—
He suddenly felt that his journey along the way was really twists and turns, and there were too many difficulties.
This is the reason why he rushed back to Firwood Castle overnight, because just yesterday, Charles used a message from his heart to tell him: Qian's situation has deteriorated for a while, and she may not be able to survive today—
This incident made Brando's mood just getting better in recent days, and it was immediately clouded; except for Shire, he was the only one who knew the situation best, but in order to deal with Schafflund’s affairs as soon as possible, he could only force himself Try not to think about it badly—
But some things were not transferred by subjective wishes. Even though Brando made the most complete preparations, Akane still only lasted until this day.
In fact, as early as the second day after taking control of the Shavlund mine, he asked a team of mercenaries to send Akane back to his territory with Medissa, so that Charles could control the god in the girl’s body. The speed at which the blood spread.
Although his servant does not seem to be reliable on weekdays, he is after all a mentor-level wizard who has stepped into the golden realm. He is much stronger in these mysterious realms than the golden swordsman and half-hearted elementalist. NS.
It's a pity that Brando also understands that no matter how strong the Shire is, there is no way to reverse the facts that have happened.
Akane's body has already died once. It is the powerful energy of the blood of God that reverses life and death and pulls her soul back from the underworld—but it is not without a price—the blood of God is not the savior or the Red Cross. Wuzhu's divine power will not be so kind to help an ordinary person for no reason.
The purpose of the blood of God is to preserve the existence of Akane's soul so that it can better integrate with this body without rejection. Once this goal is achieved, Akane’s soul becomes its enemy. God’s blood has no consciousness. All of its actions are based on the most instinctive reaction. Therefore, Akane will be after God’s blood gains control of the body. Was defeated in a short time.
Although Charles had delayed this time as much as possible, the external force could not change the imbalance between offensive and defensive in Akane's body in the end. This day, no matter how sooner or later, came.
Brando felt uneasy when he thought of this, and he lost most of his interest in chatting with Oldham in the carriage earlier. But he also knew that he had to finish the sentence. He was not only the lord that the red-haired ponytailed girl chose to follow, but also the owner of all the people in this land.
At least for now.
He could feel this responsibility at any time, so he turned his head and glanced at the tired old dwarf in the carriage. Obviously Oldham is not very used to things like carriages, he is a little allergic to silk curtains, and can't stand the bumps along the way.
Had it not been for Brando's words that just aroused his interest, it is estimated that the old dwarf would have long been unable to hold it.
"From now on, you will be the chief architect in the realm," Brando said. "If you have any needs, just talk to Antitina—"
Brando looked back, but it was a pity that Antitina was not here. She should be with Roman and Akane. She and Akane have a good relationship—to be precise, the relationship between this noble daughter and everyone is pretty decent.
As for Roman came back with Tiger Sparrow three days ago, escorting the silver-of course this is only in name, Brando knew that the little guy was just a little bored in Schafflund and wanted to rub his skin. That's it.
"Forget it, I'll introduce her to you later." Brando said: "The manpower and financial resources are not available for the time being, but you can take over the repair of the city wall. I will let Kerencia and Master Baru discuss related matters. Hand it over to you, you can ask them if you have any questions—"
He paused, thinking that the old dwarf was born as a miner after all, and he should not be familiar with architecture and engineering. However, the talent of the rune dwarves made him confident. He said: "The Fir City has a private library, which should contain books on architectural engineering. This castle was built by any of the previous lords, and there are many fortifications. Masters, nobles like to record their own experience, if there are, they should be in it."
The old dwarf blinked, as if he had just awakened from the dream of building the city. Only then did I recall that this young man was just the leader of a group of uprising mercenaries-he had known this beforehand, but he didn't care at first, he was a rune dwarf, not a bird human-as for human lords and kings. He doesn't care about bad things.
The big deal is that Oldham rolled up his blanket and returned to the golden dwarf's territory. After all, he is a dwarf, or an old man with high respect. Of course, this is his self-styled-but the dwarf is not used to staying in the human world. It is not a strange thing.
Moreover, if the old dwarf himself was driven back by the ruler of Eruin, he might still be a respectable hero in the eyes of his compatriots.
Since the second holy war, the relationship between the golden dwarves and humans has not been very good.
But now Brando’s words have brought the short and chubby Oldham back to reality, making him realize that he, the so-called chief architect, is actually an important person and no one wants money or money. What's more, he does. It doesn't seem to be capable.
He suddenly remembered what a terrible thing he had promised to build a city? Martha is on, even if he fixes a pigsty, he might not be able to fix it well.
If the young man asked him if he had the confidence to build a fortress worthy of history, how would he answer
"Ah! Yes, respectable lord, he Oldham can indeed build a fortress with a long history—and he swears that no one can break through the gate of this fortress—because it has no gate at all!"
Oldham could imagine that if he answered that way, the young man in front of him might really stab himself to death. He immediately woke up in a cold sweat, and the fir even soaked his leather armor, causing him to shiver.
But Brando didn't notice Oldham's abnormality, thinking that the old dwarf was just too tired. In fact, he himself was very tired. He rushed back overnight and chatted with Oldham in the carriage for the night, and he has not slept yet.
He has no more than four hours of rest every day in Schafflund. As a lord, he always seems to have something to do. Brando thought that when he was in that world, he would never think of himself as an otaku one day. Will take the initiative to be so diligent.
But this is the case, and it happened.
This made the young man a bit wry smile, and he felt as if he had walked around and returned to the original point. He thought that if he was so diligent in the world in the past, maybe he would have achieved extraordinary results, but unfortunately there didn't seem to be so many ifs in this world.
Now he couldn't help feeling anxious when he thought about Akane's affairs. This worry mixed with exhaustion almost made him look bloodless. Flor next to him couldn't help frowning when he saw him like this.
And Oldham also froze for a moment. He saw the swaying young man holding on to the carriage door and still discussing business with himself. There was no lack of trust in him in the language. This old dwarf couldn't help his ears no matter how thick-skinned he was. Slightly hot.
He somewhat dared not face the other side and lowered his head, hesitant to confess the truth, of course, in the end he decided not to confess. After all, this kind of thing hurts others and himself. He was really afraid that Brando would vomit blood and fall on his back next to the carriage if he couldn't bear it.
Of course, he was even more afraid that the young man's men outside would rush up and divide him into five horses. No matter how brave, noble and rare, a rune dwarf can stab him to death with a single sword.
He thought about it for a while, and decided that it would be better to live it away. Maybe rune dwarves really have architectural talents? Oldham had only to bite the bullet and vaguely agreed to Brando's words.
However, the young man recalled his experience in the game. When he said that the key to building a giant city in this era was the drainage system and garbage disposal, the old dwarf finally grasped the key.
His small eyes lit up slightly.
Golden dwarves are a race known for building underground mines and tunnel cities. They are the best miners and tunnel workers. Although they live in underground tunnels, they don’t produce much sewage. Golden dwarves don’t take a bath almost all their lives. The food in the soil and the limited sewage are probably also produced from drinking water—but Oldham knows that the criss-crossing underground tunnels make the golden dwarf unique in handling domestic garbage.
In fact, cities with more than 100,000 people will produce a large amount of garbage and sewage every day. If these sewage and garbage cannot be treated in time, diseases will breed, and the plague will spread immediately. This means that large cities will not appear in areas where civilization cannot be spread. Is a crucial reason.
But Odum felt that he had found his way right now. Drainage and garbage disposal were sometimes the same. He felt that as long as he borrowed the method of the Golden Dwarf, he might have a miraculous effect.
As for fortresses and city walls-of course there are city gates, he actually knows some of the building skills of alpine dwarves. When the old dwarf found himself squeezing his potential blindly, some things seemed less complicated.
He figured this out, and finally nodded to the young lord.
Brando looked at Oldham and nodded, and finally relieved. He turned his head and glanced at Clencia and Fern in the distance. The two chiefs didn't have any expressions on their faces. They knew that the young nobleman might not be in a good mood at the moment, so no one was willing to feel bad.
Brando retracted his gaze, and said to Flor on the side:
"Okay, take me over."
"Don't you need to take a break?" The wild elf girl's tone is not necessarily so concerned, but the content betrayed her thoughts: "Lord Lord?"
"No need."
Brando took a breath. Fro might not know it yet, but he knew that Akane would be in danger at any time. Otherwise, he wouldn't let everything go and come back overnight—because he had promised to tell the red-haired girl that there would be no problem in the underground of Schafflund.
So at least he has to come back to fulfill this promise at this moment.
He is Brando, the man who wants to change the fate of this ancient kingdom. So that being the case, he thinks that at least the first thing he has to change is the fate of everyone around him.