"Little guy," but at this moment he heard the voice of Otales in his heart suddenly, "I have always wanted to ask, is the little silver elf girl following you the elf royal?"
"Master Otales, Medissa is a royal family, what's the matter?" Brando replied.
"It's nothing, she looks familiar, she looks a lot like an acquaintance of mine, but I don't think it's possible, probably her descendants—" Otales shook her head and replied, "But if she is a royal family, then Your question is not a problem anymore."
"why?"
"One of the silver elves' silver heritage is elemental transmission technology, and the royal family is sure to master this technology." Otales replied, and then fell silent.
That's why Brando knew it. He raised his head and looked at Medissa curiously: "Will you, Medissa?"
The silver elf girl nodded gently.
"Well, this problem is solved," Brando knew that this was actually one of the two most difficult problems of Elemental Furnace. Solving this problem could be said to solve half of the problem, or even more than half, but he still asked Said: "Then how to convert these fire elements into continuous flames? According to my knowledge, most alchemy heuristics are instantaneous, and the elemental furnace needs to be steadily and continuously inspired—"
"Is there no way to solve it?" Bo Lu's raised eyebrows sank again, and he said with a little distress, "It doesn't seem to be difficult."
"Of course it is difficult. It requires very high stability of the magic circle. Fortunately, there are no alternatives. The first is to strengthen the magic circle, but this will affect the output effect. The second is to use better materials for the magic circle. This will increase costs."
Brando thought for a moment, the miniaturized element furnace can use the reinforced magic circle. However, a slightly higher cost of large-scale production seems acceptable, anyway, the wool is on the sheep.
Although it was difficult, he thought that he had Tamar in his hands, and it would be no problem to hand it over to the alchemist master.
He shook his head and left the question aside: "Well, it's better to have an alternative than nothing. Let's move on to the next question, what about the magic guiding device and core?"
"I can find a way to get some of the core," Peru glanced at him, and the old man said hesitantly for the first time: "I should have some familiar people in Ampersel, Corcovado and Sifah. , I can probably ask them to get some for me-but the biggest one is hopeless."
"Medium size is enough!" Brando replied. As for the magical guiding device Antitina has a set of original designs, it should be barely able to use it-it is rarer than the magic core, and it is almost completely controlled. In the hands of the royal family and the great nobles.
However, he glanced at the master blacksmith unexpectedly. This was the first time he had actively mentioned that he wanted to use his interpersonal network. It seemed that the attraction of this thing to this old man was really unusual.
But Brando’s real surprise is that the aristocracy, especially the interpersonal network of masters like Peru, is a big network. If it can be used by him, it would be really good news.
He couldn't help but tentatively asked: "If that's the case, why don't you ask them to get some people over for us? Aren't you short of manpower, Master Boru?"
The old man glared at him: "Do you want to drag more people into the water? I don't care about the others, but don't want to hit my mind. The people I know are either royal gangs or my students. I don't want them to get on the thief ship. !"
"No, no, you made a mistake," Brando did not get discouraged, and continued to persuade: "Whether it is the royal party or us, we are all in the same boat now, and we are all doing things for the princess, right? NS?"
Peru snorted. Although he didn't believe the other party's words very much, he thought about Brando's resonance with the Lionheart Sword. It was a little loose: "But I have promised to work for you, young man, as for my student, I There is no right to interfere with their choice-as for the royal party, let alone."
"I didn't let you interfere with their choice, Master Peru," Brando shook his head quickly with a sigh, "I don't want to force them to serve me, but I can also help us. Well, people have to learn to adapt!"
"You see-this is not much different from helping us'smuggle'. In essence, they are all working for the princess, and they are also paying for the glory that Eru lost because of!"
"The most important thing is that we will pay for this, and we will never let your students suffer. Master Bolu, this is a win-win business—"
Brando drew a nice pie for Brou while following the temptation.
Of course, this action fell in the eyes of Akane and Medissa, and they couldn't help but laugh—because the young lord at the moment looked like a depraved devil from the scorching hell—the sword of honey in the mouth.
They looked at Master Berlu, who was dumbfounded by Brando because of their painful feet being caught, and then looked at Brando—but the young lord quietly turned his head and glared at them, lest the two ladies Really laughed and spoiled the atmosphere.
Brando couldn't help thinking at this time-he had only been the head of the game for a few years, and he had already cultivated this skill of drawing pie, but it was compared with the management of those big and small companies in his world. As far as the personnel are concerned, it is still insignificant.
He wanted those guys to pass through, and he estimated that he would be able to establish a large multinational fraud agency—no, no, it should be a large multinational corporation—nor, it is a large multinational religious organization!
And it must not be inferior to the Temple of the Queen of the Wind or the Temple of the Flame.
While Brando promised to Bellu, these unmarginal thoughts were still spinning in his mind. And this Eruin's court craftsman seemed to be really moved by him in the end. He hesitated and said:
"All right, my lord, what else do you need?"
"People." Brando said, "More population!"
"People!?" Peru was taken aback, he stared at Brando in surprise: "You, you want me to do human trafficking? Are you crazy? Eluin is forbidden to human trafficking—"
But he was a little lacking in confidence, because in fact, in many underground black markets in Eruin, the nobles are also carrying out such nasty activities. This is an open secret.
But at least this young lord is not such a person in his mind. Although Broux has always dismissed Brando’s somewhat idealistic integrity, he still appreciates Brando’s integrity as a young man rather than a lord. The character of the opponent.
Brando frowned and shook his head: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about? It's nasty! Mr. Burrow, don't you bring the bad habits of those old nobles to my territory—"
Bailu didn't get choked anyhow, he stared at Brando angrily, wondering if you brought it up first? You said that you want population, but it seems that there is no other superfluous way to get more people besides buying and selling people.
"Then what do you mean, Lord Lord?" the old man asked angrily.
Brando nodded.
"Well, do you know the Black Rose War?" he asked.
"what is that?"
"That is… "
Brando suddenly suffocated, because he remembered that at this time, it seems that the official has not named the war uniformly. As for the Black Rose War, there is still no thing.
So he immediately coughed and changed his words without a trace: "I mean the war just ended—"
"Are you talking about Madara's invasion?" Bailu thought for a moment, and said in a puzzled manner: "But what does that have to do with the Raoshizi Black Rose War?"
The young man blushed for the first time, but he couldn't help being covered with black lines, wondering if this damn old man could not open the pot or lift the pot.
But he was thinking about how to put this awkward situation away, but Akane said in a low voice at this time: "I heard that Madara is called the black rose of Bramanta. I think Lord Lord said that."
The old man suddenly nodded: "This is a little bit reasonable, so I think the historian might also name it this way, then what?"
Brando almost wanted to hug Akane and kiss him at this time—if it wasn't for being afraid of sorry Little Roman. But he gave up this delusion, coughed slightly and continued:
"The Black Rose War seems to be the biggest war Eruin has experienced since the November War, but it is not the case. Since the royal family lost its binding force on the place, the nobles have fought each other year after year. This ancient kingdom It’s actually not a matter of a day to be in deep suffering."
Brando was talking about Elu's facts over the past two decades. Everyone present was deeply moved and nodded at the same time.
"Master Peru, do you know the group of refugees in Mintai now?" the young lord asked again.
"Of course, some of my people are from that group of refugees." Peru was taken aback, and suddenly reacted. He looked at Brando with some surprise: "My lord, you mean... refugees?"
Brando nodded. Years of war have created a large number of homeless refugees. These refugees either depend on powerful lords and become tenant farmers and leaders without personal freedom, or have no food and clothing and no fixed place to live.
Although there is no detailed statistics, he believes that in this era, Eruin, whether in the north or the south, has a large number of people who are troubled by such a difficult life.
It is very simple to attract these people. A full meal and a yearning for a better life are enough to bring them to Tonigel.
And what he wanted to provide was nothing more than giving them a way to reach this place.
However, after his initial surprise, Bolu calmed down quickly. He reminded: "My lord, these refugees may be real, but most of them are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, or they are women, children and children, strong and strong. Labor is valuable in anyone's eyes, and I am afraid that such a good thing will not be your turn for you—"