"The expansion I'm talking about is aimed at the wilderness. Using the power of the kingdom, we can open up new territories in the wilderness. "
Brando replied, pausing between each word. Then he stopped what he was doing and looked up at Andrew, who was looking at him with a complicated expression. The druid elder took a light breath, but he still did not believe it.
"But the law of nature is a cycle, and as the lord of a land, you can make things simple. But it's like a force, where there's oppression, there's resistance. You pushing all this with your own power may be a good thing for the world of order, but others may not agree. " The elder paused and changed his way of answering, "Opening up the borders of civilization is a dangerous and difficult thing, especially in this day and age. My lord, will you take the risk of being opposed by the majority to push all this?"
"It's actually not that difficult. Profit will always drive people to act." Brando replied. He could not help but think that this was just like how gold and silver drove the Portuguese and the Spanish to fight to go out to sea. He was just repeating the path that Prince Enrique had taken. Besides the Holy Cathedral, he was probably the only one who knew how much value there was in the wilderness. It was just that the Holy Cathedral had to measure the ratio of investment to return, and he had a ready-made example.
"The return from the wilderness will naturally be the motivation for Erouine to move forward. And people are always forgetful. When there's gold in hand, only a few people will see the risks that come with it. "The young lord replied," Not to mention, when the majority of people's lives improve, they will not want to go back to the past. "
"You're so sure that investment will produce returns, and that not making ends meet is a common thing." Andrew retorted, "Once there's a setback at the beginning of the plan, it will be a devastating blow to your entire plan."
Brando laughed in his heart. The fact that they were already thinking on his side meant that he had convinced them. After all, this was an innate temptation for druids, and it was almost irresistible. "That's why I need you, in addition to my experience," he replied, "A thorough plan with a bit of luck. Everything has its risks. You can see that individuals often fail because they lack a strong support behind them. This support is the support of the territory, the lord, and even the entire kingdom. "
Brando thought to himself. In fact, some Great Lords would occasionally take the initiative to explore new territories. However, with so many enemies, no one dared to invest too much in unknown territory. As a result, this kind of investment was usually a one-time thing that never returned. Over time, apart from the true gamblers, no one was interested in the Wilderness anymore.
However, this was also because most people did not have a clear understanding of the Wilderness. However, he had an advantage, and that was that he knew that his investment would definitely yield returns. This was the advantage of experience.
Andrew was silent for a moment before he finally nodded. "Alright, my Lord, you've convinced me. If you can really do all this, what do you need us to do? "
"It's not what I need you to do," Brando replied. "It's just that you have to protect the fruits of your labor. You'll understand. In this world, I'm not the only one with ambition. You haven't really seen the greed of other lords. "
The Elder Druid nodded. "I understand," he replied. "I have to say, my Lord, you're the best lobbyist I've ever seen."
Brendel smiled faintly. He picked up the two letters from the table and said, "There's one last thing I need to ask of you."
"Speak." Andrew took a deep breath. Brando's words had even made him a little excited. If he could really do it, then the changes to the entire world of order would be earth-shattering. If the merciful King Erik was the greatest pioneer after the Year of Chaos, then this young man would probably dominate the history of the next era.
If he could succeed.
"Help me deliver these two letters."
"Letters? Who are they for? "The Elder Druid asked.
"Pass through the forest and you'll be able to reach Port Gris from the east. Some of my subordinates are currently there." Brando replied: "Deliver these letters to a man called Copper Dragon Retto. Copper Dragon is his title, so I'm sure you won't get it wrong."
"Is there anything else?" Andrew took the letters and looked through them.
Brendel shook his head: "There's nothing else. The only thing left is for time to prove itself. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be seeing you off. I wish you success — "
Andrew nodded. "Then we'll take our leave." He bowed deeply to the young lord, opened the door, and went out. Felaern raised her head and watched the trio leave. She turned around and asked: "My Lord, are you going to deliver the letters to them as well?" Even though she knew that Brando was a meticulous person, she still couldn't help but feel uneasy when it came to strangers.
She didn't understand why Brando would trust three people he had never met before. Not only did he entrust Sifrid to them, he even entrusted them with a matter of life and death. Even if the other party was a Druid, what if this identity was fake?
Brando naturally couldn't explain the reason to her. He could only explain his knowledge of the Druids as a Wizard. But on the other hand, he couldn't tell her that he actually knew these people. Where did he meet them? That was more than ten years later. After the Sacred Stone Conference, he spent a long time raising his prestige in the Witherwood Council. It was all for the sake of clearing the Valhalla Ruins. In that era, Graudin was long gone. It was the era when Aouine was at its strongest after its resurgence. No one would believe it except for a lunatic.
He thought for a moment and replied: "Copper Dragon Retto has always been in contact with Freya. It shouldn't be too troublesome to deliver a letter to her."
Amandina glared at him. "You know that's not what I'm talking about." She snapped: "My lord."
Brando smiled.
"Of course I know what you're talking about, Miss Elf. But you have to admit that I know the Druids better than you do. Trust me, they're telling the truth. The 'Prophecy of the Forest' should have appeared a long time ago. The Druids' respect for Niya is far beyond what you can imagine. Delivering a letter for me is just a casual activity. I believe that Andros will treat this as a test. If you don't put yourself in their shoes, it's hard to understand how important this matter is to them. "Brendel thought for a while and added," If you don't put yourself in their shoes and consider their values, it's hard to understand how important this matter is to them. "
"But."
"No buts," Brendel came up with an excuse: "Besides, that's a consideration in itself, and I have a backup plan."
"A backup plan?" Felaern looked at him suspiciously. Why didn't she know? The two letters that Andros took away were copied by Amandina. She did not believe that Brando had prepared more. After spending so much time together, she was starting to understand the young man.
"Of course." Brando could not help but look at Felaern, who was expressionless as usual. He paused for a moment and suddenly thought of an idea: "How's the inventory?"
Felaern lowered her head and looked at him with a trace of disdain. [Why would he interrupt a girl's conversation like this? Moreover, I'm his summoned creature.] Even though she looked down on him, she still opened the book in her hand and answered in a straightforward manner: "We've checked the granaries. There are about fifty thousand bushels of grain stored in the granaries, enough to support the city for three to four months. However, the warehouse is basically empty. The stones, iron, and wood are far less than what we've recorded. We can't even find out the exact direction of the outflow — "
It was normal for the warehouse to be empty. With Graudin's ability, it was already a miracle that he did not turn Abies into a Black Forest. However, the ones who really needed to thank were the Druids in the forest, even though they did not know that there were such people in the forest.
Brando shook his head: "We have to find a way to solve the stone and wood shortage. Abies is not safe right now. The walls that were damaged in the battle two days ago must be repaired and reinforced immediately." He could not help but rub his forehead when he thought of this. In the game's' Lord Mode ', resources were quantified. This method of making it convenient for the players had caused him a lot of trouble. For example, in the game, reinforcing a section of the city walls required two units of stone and wood.
However, how much would two units of stone and wood cost in real life? Brando had no idea. It was a pity that even though Amandina was knowledgeable, she was not omniscient. Especially when it came to matters like this, he would have to ask professional masonry or officials for advice.
But the crux of the problem was that Firburh lacked both stonemasons and officials. The captains of the garrison were not willing to work for her, and most of them were recruited by Graudin from the mercenaries. They could not answer these professional questions. In fact, they did not know as much as the Nightsong Tiger, although the Nightsong Tiger was not much better than Amandina.
Brando felt a headache coming on when he thought of this problem.
He shook his head: "In short, how much do we have left? Is it enough to repair the walls?"
Felaern looked at him and thought: [My lord, didn't you ask for it when you cut the southern gate in half in order to show off?] However, she replied with an expressionless face: "My lord, to put it simply, we don't have —"
"What!?"
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