Brando nodded. Of course, he had considered such a situation, but firstly, it was to buy horse bones for his daughter, and secondly, it was not that all the old, weak, sick and disabled people did not have a strong labor force.
Some young people will stay with their relatives, and most lords will not take in a family for the sake of a labor force.
And this is where his advantage lies, not to mention that women can do many things, and teenagers and children are the hope for the future of a territory.
Perhaps not many people have such a vision in this era, but Brando has to plan for Eruin's long-term.
Therefore, he just waved his hand and interrupted the master craftsman's words: "Master Bolu, I have considered everything you said, the problem should not be big. The population is the future of a territory, and ignorant nobles cannot see this, but I Don't mind giving them a lesson, in short, I'm up to you on this matter."
"But the population is there, and what about the food?" Bailu was still uneasy. Although he didn't want to verbally, he had to admit that some of Brando's practices were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people after he stayed here for a few months.
Whether it was selfishness or justice, he didn't want to see this young man's efforts ruined.
Even privately, in the dead of night, the old man thought more than once whether this young man was really the one who was born at his order—otherwise, why would he resonate with the Lionheart Sword
And what he did, is so supported by everyone-such scenes, sometimes it really makes him seem to see that person.
The king who swore his sword under the glorious banner.
The old man was a little unsure.
"Food is a problem," Brando nodded, but he immediately looked at Peru strangely: "Master Peru, when did you care about this issue?"
The master craftsman blushed and replied, "Just ask casually."
"I understand," Brando smiled mysteriously: "Food is indeed a big problem-but seeing so many refugees displaced, it is also extremely painful in my heart, I can't help sleeping and eating-so even if it is difficult, I must persist. Do this, Master Peru, don't you think?"
"You..." The old man saw Brando speak upright, but his eyes smiled like a little fox. He couldn't help but angrily said: "Stop talking nonsense, bastard kid! What's the matter?"
Medissa couldn't help but cover her mouth slightly.
"Of course it's not that serious," Brando spread his hands. "Food is a problem, but with the support of Schafflund's silver mine, it is not the primary problem in a short period of time."
"You can't just buy it. Are you afraid of being blocked by the dukes of the north?" The old man shook his head and said worriedly.
"First, the merchants in Ampersel are all'merchants'," Brando raised a finger again: "Second, the Northern Fleet is still in the hands of Her Royal Highness."
"Of course, what you said is a hidden worry, Master Boru, but Tonigel is not born barren." Brando thought that he had a druid in his hands, and would he be afraid of planting problems? These guys playing with turf are much more powerful than the elements in agriculture.
Although it might be a bit of trouble to convince the druids who believe in natural balance, Brando had dug a hole long ago to make them jump. They signed a treaty like this before, allowing the druids to affirm that they would participate in all wars to defend this territory-food wars are also wars, Brando smiled bitterly.
The old man looked at him and shook his head: "I don't know what you want so many people to do. Tonigel has a large population. As long as you can occupy this place, it won't be difficult to build an army—"
Brando didn't answer, and Burrou certainly wouldn't understand his ideals. His ideal is not only Tonigel, nor Navalhalla, nor even Eruin.
The goal of the young man is the vision of the future, and his journey is endless wild.
After the honor of the ancients, mankind will once again pick up the lost flag and march into the wilderness. Eruin will expand and become a powerful empire.
The opportunity lies in the wilderness that civilization can't pervade.
Brando wouldn't answer Burrow's question, but he knew that one day these people would understand why he did it, as long as he was alive.
He smiled and changed the subject: "When did Master Peru care about his territory so much, do you plan to take refuge in him sincerely?"
The master craftsman choked, he couldn't help coughing loudly, and then finally healed his breath and replied frustratedly: "Brood, you want to go there. I'm just worried that you won't have anything for you, and it's dragging down my career. —No, I mean it hindered Her Royal Highness's revival of this kingdom."
"If that's the case, master, have you skewed the topic too far?" Brando asked a little bit amused.
"What's the meaning?"
"Aren't we discussing a certain plan at the beginning, how did we talk about food? Or is it that Master Bolu, you want to change jobs with Miss Antitina?"
Peru naturally knew that Brando was teasing him. Although most of the character of this young lord could be regarded as excellent among the nobles of this generation, he obviously lacked in respecting the elderly— And never repent.
He replied angrily: "I haven't become as shameless as you are an adult. Go grab a job with a little girl. We were talking about the element stove... Forget it, I give up explaining this!"
The old man suddenly realized that this explanation seemed to be unfavorable to him, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Well, according to what you said-let's get back to business. In short, I have only completed less than 300 sets of that thing so far. You have to check it. A moment?"
"It's better if you can," Brando nodded, he really wanted to see how well the project was completed, "but isn't it here, is there a dark room in this workshop?"
"Naturally," Master Bolu glared at him: "Sneaky, uneasy and kind."
Brando shook his head and smiled, thinking that if this old man is really as upright as he said, why is he still setting up a dark room in the workshop? He didn't remember that he had specially arranged the other party in this matter.
But he didn't dare to say this, otherwise the stubborn old man might be really furious and drove the three of them out.
Under Bailu's leadership, the three of them passed through the hot workshop and opened a door on the south side to enter the dark room. But Brando soon discovered that he had misunderstood the old man, because this so-called dark room was better than a temporary warehouse or lounge.
The warehouse is not big, about tens of square meters square, surrounded by many boxes and buckets. The master craftsman passed one by one, then pried one of them with a shovel, and took out a set of peculiar armor from the inside.
That is indeed a set of'strange' armor-because at least in the eyes of most normal people, that thing is really not a set of armor.
In other words, it is better to be distorted to be more like a failed apprenticeship.
Because when you first see it, you wonder if anyone can wear it. It has no helmet or even a neckline. The chest/back plate armor is tightly connected. The position of the hands and feet is also different from that of normal people. The key is that the armor is heavy, and Berlu has used almost his entire body. Get it out of the box one by one.
The old man can even bet that this thing is given to the knights to wear-except for its weird shape, most people can't wear it.
Because it is too heavy.
Finally, Berlu panted heavily and threw the armor on the table. After a loud noise, he raised his eyelids and stared at Brando, and said, "Look, this is designed according to your drawings-I promise. Nothing has changed, and I can assure you that no normal person can wear it—"
He shook his head: "I don't understand what you want to do with such a set of things! Oh no, not one set, but more than two hundred sets!"
Brando listened to these complaints with a smile. He looked at the armor. He was very satisfied with the armor. I have to say that Peru's craftsmanship deserves to be called the first person in Eruin, known as the second Black Rose War. Eruin's only master craftsman.
At least in terms of the degree of restoration of this armor, at least the level of the 60th-level master can be achieved. Before the second Black Rose War, the master was a non-existent title even among life professional players. .
Even in the next twenty years, there will be a large guild like China Treasure. So it's no wonder Brando smiled and looked at Berlu as if he was looking at a baby.
"Are you listening to me, bastard?" The old man looked at Brando, who was smiling and not speaking, and suddenly became angry.
"Of course," Brando nodded, "I'm very satisfied."
"I know you are satisfied, but you haven't answered me yet. What is this?" Bailu suddenly felt a little discouraged. He felt that talking to this young man seemed to be a very laborious task, because you would never be able to keep up with the other person. Ideas.
"You will understand what this is, Master Peru."
"So?"
"Wait a moment, I think it's better for me to tell you this thing—"
"What does that mean?" Bo Lu was taken aback.
But at this time, there was a knock on the door outside. The old man was startled slightly. When he was resting, few people came to disturb him. He raised his eyebrows and immediately shouted, "Who?"
"It's me, master." The voice outside the door shrank.
"How do I know who you are, bastard!" Seeing the young man smiling but not smiling, Bo Lu couldn't help getting angry, and couldn't help shouting, "Say, what's the matter, you'd better find one that can be persuaded." My reason is that if you don't let me, you will get out of here!"
"It's like this... I'm looking for the lord..."
The old man was taken aback, he cast his suspicious eyes on Brando.
Brando nodded slightly.
"Let them in." Bolu replied.
So the door opened in response, and the young man standing outside was the young man named "Mordenkain" by Brando. Of course, his duck envoy had been put away, and at this time was another one behind him. Weird guy.
A short man covered in a long cloak.
"Dwarf?" Bo Lu was taken aback.
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