The Amber Sword: Act 108, Trentheim and young Thane (eight) (second, everyone’s support)

Act 108, Trentheim and young Thane (eight) (second, everyone's support)

Brando nodded. Of course, he had considered such a situation, but one was to buy horse bones for a thousand dollars, and the other was that not all the old, weak and disabled collectives had no powerful strong labor.

Some youngster will stay with loved ones, and most Thane will not house a family for a labor force.

This is his advantage, not to mention that women can do a lot of things, and teenagers and children are the hope of the future of the territory.

In this era, not many people have such a vision, but Brando has to plan for Aouine's in the long run.

So he just waved his hand and interrupted Master Artisan's words: "Master Bolu, I have considered all of this, and the problem should be small. The population is the future of a territory. The foolish noble cannot see this, but I don't mind giving them a lesson, all in all, it's up to you. "

"But the population is there, what about the food?" Bolu was still not assured. Although he was unwilling to speak verbally, he had to admit that Brando was deeply rooted after spending a few months here.

Whether it is out of selfishness or justice, he is reluctant to see this youngster's hard work destroyed.

Even privately, when the night was quiet, the old man thought more than once. Is this youngster really the one who was born --? Otherwise, why would he be with Lion Heart Sword resonance?

And what he did, such a scene like everyone's support of --, sometimes really made him seem to see that person.

The one who swears by the sword under the shining banner.

The old man is a little unsure.

"Food is a problem," Brando nodded, but he looked at Bolu strangely at once: "Master Bolu, when did you care about this problem?"

Master Artisan blushed old and replied: "Ask forget it/that's all casually."

"I see," Brando smiled mysteriously: "Food is indeed a big problem. --, but seeing so many refugees displaced, it is also extremely painful at the heart. I ca n’t help but sleep and eat --. So even if it is difficult, I must also Persevere in doing this, Master Bolu, do you mean? "

"You ..." The old man saw Brando speaking eloquently, but his eyes were smiling like a little fox, and he couldn't help getting angry: "Less nonsense, **** boy! What the **** is going on? ? "

Medissa couldn't help but cover her mouth gently.

"Of course it is not that serious," Brando spreads his hand: "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."

"It's not enough to buy by yourself, aren't you afraid of being Duke in the North?" The old man shook his head and said worriedly.

"First, the merchants of Ampere Searl are 'businessmen'," Brando raised a finger: "Second, the northern fleet is still in the hands of Her Highness the Princess."

"Of course, Bolu Master, what you said is not a hidden worry, but Trentheim is not inherently barren." Brando thought that he had Druid on his hands, and would he be afraid of planting problems? These guys playing turf are more powerful in agriculture than Elementalist.

Although persuading Druids who believes in the way of natural balance may be a bit of a hassle, Brando has already dug a pit for them to jump. They had previously signed a treaty so that the Druid affirmed that it would participate in all wars to defend this territory. The -- food war was also a war, and Brando bellyful of evil tricks laughed secretly.

The old man looked at him and shook his head: "I don't know what you want so many people to do, Trentheim already has a large population, as long as you can occupy this place, it will not be difficult to build an army --"

Brando did not answer. Of course Bolu would not understand his ideal. His ideal is not only Trentheim, nor is it Valhalla, or even Aouine.

youngster's goal is the future vision, his journey is endless wilderness.

After ancient honor, humans will once again pick up the lost banner and march into the wilderness. Aouine will expand and become a powerful empire.

The opportunity is in the wilderness that civilization cannot penetrate.

Brando will not answer the question of Bolu, but he knows that one day these people will understand why they do it, as long as he is alive.

He smiled and shifted the topic: "When did Master Bolu care so much about the territories below, could you really be loyal to them?"

The Master Artisan choked for a moment, he couldn't help but cough loudly, and then he finally managed to breathe out and replied angrily: "Mix boy, you thought of going there, I just worry that your blood will be lost and it will be a drag My career -- No, I mean to hinder Her Highness the Princess from reviving this kingdom. "

"That being the case, did you distort the subject too far, Master?" Brando asked a little funny.

"What do you mean?"

"Did we not discuss a certain plan at first, how did we talk about food? Or do you want to change jobs with Amandina Young Lady, master Bolu?"

Bolu naturally knows that Brando is teasing him. Although this young Thane can be regarded as excellent after this generation of noble, he obviously lacks -- in respect of the elderly. And die without repentance.

He answered angrily: "I haven't fallen into adulthood so shameless of you, go and grab a rice bowl with a little girl. We were talking about what element stove ... forget it, I give up explaining this thing!"

The old man suddenly found that this explanation seemed to be unfavorable to himself, and quickly changed his tongue: "Okay, according to the master you said --, we are back to work. In short, I have only completed less than three hundred sets of things so far, master. Would you like to check it? "

"Of course it is better," Brando nodded, he did want to see how the time limit for that thing was completed, "but not here, is there a darkroom in this workshop?"

"Natural," Master Bolu gave him a glance: "Sneaky, uneasy."

Brando shook his head and smiled, thinking that if this old man is really as bright as he said, then why do he still set up a dark room in the workshop? He didn't remember arranging the other party in this matter.

But he didn't dare to say this, otherwise the bad-tempered old man might get really angry and kick out the three of them.

Under the leadership of Bolu, the three passed through the hot workshop and opened a door to the south to enter the dark room. However, Brando soon found that he had misunderstood the old man, because this so-called dark room was better said to be a temporary warehouse or lounge.

The warehouse is not large, about tens of square meters square, and there are many boxes and buckets around. The Master Artisan one by one points over, then pry open one of them with a shovel, and take out a strange set of armour from the inside.

That is indeed a ‘strange’ set of armour --, because at least in the eyes of most normal people, that thing is not really a set of armor.

Or it's better twisted like a failed set of apprentices.

Because when you first see it, you will wonder if anyone can wear it. It has no helmet part, even no neckline, chest / back plate armor is tightly connected together, and the positions of hands and feet are different from normal people, and the key is that the armour set of -- is heavy and the Bolu almost uses all its strength. Pieces to get it out of the box.

The elderly can even bet that this thing is for those Ser Knight who wear -- to exclude its weird shape. Most people can't wear it.

Because it's too heavy.

At last Bolu panted heavily and threw this set of armour on the table. After a loud noise, he raised his eyelid and glared at Brando, and said, "Look, this is -- designed exactly according to your drawings. I promise. No change, 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 when you make such a set of things! Oh no, not one, but more than two hundred sets of --!"

Brando listened to these complaints with a smile. He looked at the set of armour. He was very satisfied with the whole set of armour. He had to say that the craft of Bolu was indeed the first person of Aouine, and the former Aouine's the only master of the second War of Black Rose. .

At least from the level of reduction of this set of armour, at least the level of Level 60 masters can be achieved. Before the second War of Black Rose, the masters belonged to the title of existence even if they were living profession players.

Even within the next 20 years, it will be the same existence as the large guild China Treasure. No wonder Brando looked at Bolu with a smile, as if looking at a baby.

"Are you listening to me, kid?" The old man looked at Brando with a smile and said nothing.

"Of course," Brando nodded: "I'm satisfied."

"I know you're satisfied, but you haven't answered me yet, what exactly is this?" Bolu was suddenly discouraged. He felt that talking to this youngster seemed a very laborious task, because you could never keep up with each other Of ideas.

"You will understand what it is, Bolu Master."

"So?"

"Wait a while, I think it ’s better for me to tell you something better --"

"What does that mean?" Bolu froze.

But at this time Correct, the knock on the door rang outside. The old man froze slightly, but few people rushed to disturb him when he was resting. He immediately screamed at eyebrow and shouted, "Who?"

"It's me, master." The voice outside the door shrank.

"How do I know who you are, bastard!" Bolu saw youngster seemingly smiling, and couldn't help getting angry and shouting: "Say, what's the matter, you better find out what you can Convince me of the reasons to come, not to let me get you off! "

"It's like this ... is looking for Lord Thane's ..."

The old man froze, and he turned to Brando in doubt.

Brando nodded slightly.

"Let them come in." Bolu then answered.

Then the door shoved open, and the Correct standing outside was the youngster named Madank by Brando. Of course, his duck Familiar already was put away, and another weird guy who followed him at this time .

A short man covered in a long cloak.

"Dwarf?" Bolu froze.

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