Not only Brando was startled by the girl's answer, but Bartom and the cripple also looked up at her.
Antitina stared at the young man and replied: "Sir, don't worry, whether it is for fulfilling my father's promise or my personal gratitude, I will complete this entrustment."
Brando was taken aback. He couldn't help but look at the noble daughter, as if to tell whether the other party was proud or stubborn to answer. However, he read a combination of information from the firm and clean face of the other party, and even had some self-confidence. Where does her confidence come from? Brando was a little confused for a while.
The development of this incident is getting away from his anticipated direction.
"How are you going to do it, little girl?" Bartom asked from behind. He looked up and down Antitina, and couldn't help but replied in the usual vulgar and ridiculous tone of their mercenaries: "Although it looks like She's a pretty little girl, but we grown up already have a fiancée, little girl."
Antitina, as an aristocratic daughter, is depressed at the moment, but she, who lives in the simplest form, has heard such vulgar words, and was almost stiff with anger. Her pale face was flushed with anger, but she was disdainful of peace. A vulgar guard could only glance at Brando-his eyes were full of disappointment. Then she turned her head, turned and walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a scroll from inside—he hesitated, but finally walked over and handed it to Brando: "I believe its value will not be lower than you expected. ,gentlemen."
She thought for a moment, and replied so simply.
"What is this?" Brando asked.
"My work." Antitina was a little nervous when she said that, but she immediately became confident again.
The cripple snorted aside. Bartom looked at this guy, couldn't help but stabbed him, and asked in a low voice, "How much do you think this little girl should owe us adults?" The cripple was taken aback, couldn't help but raise his head and glance at this guy—though Bartom's long hood concealed his appearance, but the little cripple'Lorne' could still see the beard on his face. "Don't you know?" he asked rhetorically.
"Of course." Bartom replied in a low voice, "Why should I know."
"I thought you knew," the cripple glanced at him, and then immediately calculated for him one by one: "A nobleman like Borg, even if he is a little down, can at least leave an annuity of one or two thousand Thors. Calculated, there are close to one hundred thousand Tor, the money is not too much, but not too much, old man."
"That's really a lot of money." Bartom nodded: "You mean the scroll in your hand is worth one hundred thousand?"
"I haven't said that, but if it is possible that the paintings of famous artists are possible, it is not surprising that some masters' works are worth millions. It's just—that little girl has already said that they are her works. Tell you something. To be honest, I don’t think any of her works can be worth this price, otherwise would this little girl still live in such a place?"
"You look down on people."
"This is just a reasonable guess, my lord."
Antitina heard the conversation between the two of them and couldn't help clenching her fists.
Brando held the scroll in one hand and didn't stop the conversation between the cripple and Bartom. He also wondered for a moment, what exactly is this scroll: the magic recorded on the long parchment? Or is it an ancient document copied? Or, as the cripple said, a painting by Antitina? He had come into contact with many such scrolls in his previous life, some of which were invaluable and some were worthless, so he stared at the roll of parchment that was browned on the surface—it should be said that it was a thick stack of paper. It's not good, but holding it in his hand makes him feel heavier—he is also a little uncertain for a while, what exactly Antitina's self-confidence comes from.
"Can I open it and take a look?" he asked.
"It's already yours."
Brando nodded then, carefully turning over the scroll. What caught his eyes was a complex line drawing. A large number of lines formed a series of mechanical patterns. Mysterious patterns and magic circles were flooded between the drawings. Every blank space was annotated with graceful handwriting. . Brando just glanced at it and felt a sensation of spinning around the world. It didn't seem to be a surprise-but a sudden realization, that was the case-he immediately closed the scroll with his heart beating faster.
This is the design drawing of the most primitive magic guiding device.
The drawings are rather rough, which can be said to be inferior to most mature products of this era. It can be seen from the drawings that the designer of it can hardly be said that there is not much talent in this area, and it is even clumsy. That’s why it is a clumsy work.
But Brando's heart was clear at the moment.
I see-
How did the “origin” of one of the top ten player forces in the “Amber Sword” get the original picture from the production and design of the magic power transmission device monopolized by the royal families of the major empires at that time, and opened the original picture. The prologue of the player's "independent" era
The answer turned out to be here.
Brando had no idea that he would encounter such a thing before he came here. He has never connected this weak girl with the top ten puzzles in the previous life "Amber Sword". It looks like Two things that were completely unrelated, he hadn't even considered the slightest possibility in that direction. To describe his mood at the moment, it should be without warning and caught off guard.
It turned out that the chief of the Origins, the Staff, had never infiltrated any empire. He just completed this hidden mission line from the beginning.
Brando used almost all his willpower to keep his face unchanged. The drawing in his hand can be said to have epoch-making significance—
There are three powers in this world.
The first type of power is called the element, or a higher level of existential power. Fire, wind, water, soil, truth and laws, time and space, and even matter itself are all kinds of existence. People who can master this power are called warriors, elemental envoys, wizards, and all powerful people, but Different powers show different characteristics in them, but they have a common measurement method that is'Oauth'-energy level.
The power of the element appears hidden in different people, until the power he conceives exceeds 500 energy levels (Oz). In the description of the Temple of Flame, it is called the "civilization element". Since then, these talents will be dubbed the title of'templar knight'.
This will be a long or even untouchable process, because in Voend, most people are born with only 0.3 energy levels (Oz) in their bodies, and they cannot reach such a height even in their entire life. But God always cares for some people, and there is no shortage of such people in this world. They are born with such qualifications, so they are called the chosen people.
And the second kind of power is the power of inhumanity, which is called the'power of god', and it is also the power of faith.
The gods of Vaughan have long been divided into two gods, Hilma and Ainka. Hilma is secular and Ainka is arrogant, but the gods control the laws of the sun, moon, stars and the movement of all things on the earth, so they are called It is God. Their existence relies on the world, or the projection of rules on the sky. They don’t need people’s worship, but small mortals have faith in these powerful existences because of fear—the gods also respond to their sons. civil.
This response is the'power of the gods', the power held by priests—the source of power is God's willingness to transform the world, and it is also the favor of the superior existence for his children.
It is for this reason that there are many sects in the earth arguing day and night. The dispute between them stems from the world's misinterpretation of God's preference, or the confusion of the gods themselves about transforming the world.
As for the third power, it is the power of wisdom and the power of mortals to transform the world.
The magical power transmission device in Brando's hand is also called the'magic hub', which is the source of all magical power in this world. By non-manually (mechanically) transforming the energy in the magic/element crystals, it can power the small magic guns, the large battleships, and even the floating city. The royal family of the great empire holds secrets.
This kind of brand-new power created by mortals quickly changed the pattern of this world. Beginning with the rapid development of productivity, the resulting tremendous changes, as well as the ensuing power and resource conflicts, as well as decades of jihad and November war, have made the world turbulent in the past 100 years. stand up.
And Brando now holds the root of this turmoil—
Even further, the epoch-making significance of this drawing lies in the fact that although it is not technically ahead of most of the same types of magic pivots of this era, it can even be said to be far behind, and the conversion efficiency is at least more than 30 years behind. It has changed the nature of the secret monopoly of the "magic pivot" by a few people.
In the "Amber Sword", the magic hub named "Star" designed by Antitina was created in the player’s territory for the first time twenty years later. The sign under the NPC.
At this moment, this sign is in his hand.
He couldn't help taking a deep breath and asked, "You designed it?"
Antitina had some anxiety on her face, but she was taken aback when she heard such a question.
"You, can you understand?" She couldn't help asking.
All her knowledge comes from writing, although for a long time all her interests and energy have been devoted to the design of the magical device—though her past mentor also told her that her talent does not lie in this, if you want to Going down this road, I am afraid that her achievements are destined to be limited. But Antitina still put all her money and effort on this road, especially after the death of her parents, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to it-she sold her family property, and even once almost became a squandering businessman. If it weren't for the identity of a nobleman to protect her, I'm afraid she would have become someone else's plaything now.
But Antitina still didn't give up.
In particular, she insisted that perhaps she had found a way to the'Magic Hub'. She designed many drawings. This is just one of the ideas. It has a fatal flaw, which is that it consumes so much that it even makes the finished product look a little unrealistic. But the little girl still stubbornly thinks that her design is worth the price.
But she was ready to be ridiculed by Brando and mustered the courage, but what was waiting was such an answer.
Can he understand
"Very rough, but at least a finished product." Brando replied.
"No, no, sir, you don't understand," the girl coughed, and replied: "This design drawing is actually a semi-finished product, and its input and output are not proportional at all—"
"What? You dare to use a semi-finished product to pay off the debt!" The cripple jumped up when he heard it from behind.
But Brando motioned to Bartom to stop the guy, then looked at Antitina and replied: "It doesn't matter, it seems to me that this sale is a good deal. You have fulfilled your words, Miss Antitina—you It is indeed paid enough remuneration, even more."
He didn't lie, it was more. This is more like a windfall than Borg’s treasure.
The girl couldn't help her eyes widening—