Brando opened the letter, the whole letter was blank, but there was a secret note in the upper right corner. Knowing it in his heart, he crumpled the letter into a ball, and a flame burst out of his hand to burn it to ashes.
Pieces of ashes fell.
Brando raised his head, and Charles brought him good news-the druids are back. This news made Brando's heart relieved, but he did not go to see these people immediately because of it, but said to the new attendant on the side:
"Mordenkain."
"Yes," the young man was taken aback, only to realize that Brando was calling him, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, Lord Lord?"
"Go get me Tajib."
"Taguib?"
"It's the caveman leader, you know it's in the city right now, in the castle." Since entering the state of war, Brando has summoned Taguib into the city.
But the caveman patriarch was quite happy about it, at least Grudin didn't give him this treatment.
As for whether Brando meant to use it as a quality, Tajib didn't think too much. In its view, they had already sworn to their gods, and these humans really didn't need to do it many times.
"Add a cloak to it and let others see as little as possible." Brando said again.
The young man nodded quickly. "My lord, where do you want to see it?"
Brando listened to this question, lowered his head and whispered something in his ear. The latter nodded immediately, then glanced at his lord, and after confirming that the other party had no more instructions, he immediately turned and ran in. In the snow.
Brando kept seeing the other person's back disappear into the heavy snow before beckoning to the others:
"Go, let's go elsewhere."
Qian looked at Brando before and then recovered. She always unconsciously compared the appearance of the young lord with Macaro, and even with Eco.
However, the red-haired girl quickly blushed and shook her head, and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going... Your lord?"
Medissa gave her a funny look.
"A good place—" Brando replied.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the street is soon covered with a thin layer of white. There are not many pedestrians, but the warm orange light from the houses on both sides makes people feel at ease.
Akane’s body has just recovered. This is actually the first time she has gone out this week, but the girl with her long red ponytail seems to be back in her past life—she is holding her thunder gun and pulling it away. Following a short distance, he looked at the surrounding street scenes with a somewhat indifferent look.
Metissa has always been very interested in the human world. She occasionally asks Brando what it is or what it is.
The three of them walked for a while, until there was a tinkling sound in front of them.
Medissa's long pointed ears were the first to hear this sound, and she was slightly startled before realizing that it was already near the forging workshop of Boru.
In front of us is the forging workshop of Bolu—
Since Brando bought the batch of cold iron ore from Kewen and others, and sent the magic eye gems, Bolu's forging factory has finally started. The pavement here comes from the property of the original lord—or the private property of Grudin. It was originally the blacksmith shop in Fir City. After Bolu bought the houses on both sides, he expanded the area.
However, having a venue does not mean that everything is going well. The old people are too tired to recruit all the staff, and most of them are mixed. For this reason, the master forging from the Eruin court complained to Brando more than once, saying that he did not support his work.
Fortunately, after Ulliel brought the first batch of craftsmen, this situation has changed drastically.
The craftsman was sent by the red bronze dragon Leto, because considering that Mintai collar might become the front line of the war, that veteran was a fir collar that almost all talented people rushed to. Of course, this aspect is for the long-term plan, and on the one hand, it may not be for expressing loyalty to this young lord.
But in any case, he solved his urgent need.
Although it is snowing now, the foundry is in full swing, and the golden red fire from the furnace dyes the workshop into an orange red. This dazzling warm color is incompatible with the cold color of the silver cladding outside, forming a strong contrast. -Even if Brando is standing outside the workshop, he can feel the difference between warmth and coldness on the clear dividing line because of this color contrast.
"Lord Lord?" A voice came at this time.
Boru happened to be able to separate himself from the countless trivial matters in the workshop, and to instruct these stupid guys in his opinion made him exhausted, but this old man couldn’t take a break when he ran out to take a breath, he saw it. Three Brando standing outside.
"Master Peru." Brando smiled when he saw him. Naturally, he didn't come here to go shopping and see the snow scene. The news of the gathering of Pallas's army caught his heart, and he had to gradually realize his plan.
"What?" Bailu said, "My lord is here to check the progress of my old man's work?"
"Don't dare." Brando shook his head: "I just thought of an idea."
"Idea?" Bo Lu was taken aback for a moment, but he saw the four people standing in the snow saying hurriedly: "Anyway, come in and say, if the adults don't dislike me, this place is too noisy and dirty—"
Brando nodded, and walked in with Medissa, Akane, and the young man. The first batch of armor and weapons in the foundry were being forged, and the young lord glanced at the workshop—they came and went. Armless blacksmiths and apprentices, no one in robes to guide inside—the people of Shire have not yet come, which shows that the first batch of armor forged by Boru was not the white lion armor.
"The magic armor hasn't started yet?" he asked.
"Lord Lord, you said you didn't come to check the progress of the work," Bailu couldn't help shaking his head, and said with a wry smile: "I haven't done it for too many years, it has been hand-born, my lord, the magic eye gem you sent is precious, I can wear it. Sorry, I plan to practice hands first."
The old man looked at the inside of the workshop and sighed: "Besides, these people also need to be skilled, it's too far away."
"You are asking too much." Brando replied. In the past, Peru served in the Royal Casting Bureau of Eruin, and he was recognized as the number one master. His assistants are now well-known figures, and these people can't help him. Look down on it.
Among these people, the one with the most skilled craftsmanship is no more than the blacksmiths in the country. Not to mention that almost no one has used magical machinery, and some even lack the experience of forging weapons.
And casting armor is more complicated than weapons. Not only does it require the experience of a blacksmith, but also the craftsmanship of a tailor and a cobbler. There are craftsmen from these industries in the workshop, who are responsible for connecting the forged parts together to make a complete armor.
The entire process is very slow and often takes several hours or even a whole day to complete.
Boru looked at the huge magic machine in the center of the workshop and frowned. It was a rather primitive tool, almost two decades ago. It was used to stamp the chest and back plates once, and then again. Use magic ray to hit the chest armor with magic circles that may be used for inlays.
However, the working conditions of these two old-fashioned machines are quite unstable, and they often go wrong.
"The machines I used ten years ago are better than the two of them, and they are in worse condition than my old man." Bailu felt that he had never done such a tricky job in his life, and Tonigel almost wanted nothing in this remote place. Nothing. Before that, it was difficult for him to imagine that Eruin had such a place-everything in it seemed to be a century or more behind the era he knew.
Without magical power, the city is like a huge garbage dump, and the outside of the city is wild, and agriculture is still at the most primitive stage of self-cultivation.
And in the age that Boru was familiar with—it was almost ten years ago, in the most prosperous area of Eruin, the manor had begun to use magic to nurture crops—the fields were stationed by students from the college.
Those elements enable apprentices to change the weather in a small area by changing the arrangement of the elements, making them suitable for crop growth.
But not here.
In other regions, large-scale magic machinery has already been put into agricultural production, although this is only part of the entire transformation in the past 100 years-the Cruz people learned this technology from the Hazel people, and indirectly affected Eruin.
These technologies even changed the November War and brought about the second jihad, but the great progress in magical technology still changed the world.
certainly.
Except in Tonigel.
It’s not just Tonigel. In Berlu’s view, the entire Jean Deneir region is a wild land abandoned by history. It seems that because it has a master who does not like magic, it has always been excluded from civilization outside.
Of course this is just the old man's personal prejudice. Brando knows that Elu's poverty in the south comes from many reasons, not just Jean Denel, even Golan-Elson, and Karasu South are almost the same.
The southern border of the kingdom has always been the marginal area of the entire civilized world. Because of the development sequence, the difference in geographic location, or the invasion of monsters, all factors are in short-so whether it is Buche, Braggs or Tonigel, Compared with the hinterland of the kingdom, these places are almost two worlds.
"I will do it, Master Peru." Brando shook his head. Although these two magic devices are a pile of broken copper and iron in any place in Eruin, they are precious here. When the two broken pieces were found from Grudin's warehouse, Antitina had originally dismantled one of the magic diversion devices used to study it, but was stopped by the master blacksmith.
The original decision seems to be wise now, at least these two machines have helped him a lot. No matter how old these two master machines are, they are at least better than Tonigel's original handicraft production.
Brando couldn't imagine that Firshan led the original productivity level that was almost still on the earth in the Middle Ages. What a long cycle would be needed to realize his plan.
Time won't wait for anyone—