"The Shire?"
Brando nodded.
"… Of course, if there are any skilled craftsmen in the city, you can keep an eye out for them." Brando thought for a moment, but he did not have much hope in this suggestion. Craftsmen who knew how to build cities were all renowned masters in this era. Even Brando himself did not believe that a remote place like Abies would be filled with hidden talents.
This was not a novel, and Bosley's incident was just a special case.
But when Brendel said this, he could not help but feel a little troubled. That was true. Building a fortress, especially a large one, was not like playing a game. No matter how much resources were consumed, the system would directly deduct them from the inventory. Then, with a beep, the system would place a fortress in the middle of a dense forest.
In this place, clay and stone would not automatically flow up to the walls. Even a brick would have to be burned out of the kiln before it could be sent to the construction site. The labor force was not just a number. If you just put people together, they would be nothing more than a black hole that consumed a lot of food day after day.
How to arrange and coordinate manpower was a very professional skill. Although simply put, it was how to let a hundred people exert the strength of a hundred people instead of fifty or even less people, it was very difficult to do.
Brando had experience in managing a small number of people, but once the number of people rose to thousands or even tens of thousands, there was nothing he could do.
After all, this was not a war. First, he had to know what these people were supposed to do.
He had some of the best candidates in mind — the craftsmen of Buga, the Mountain Dwarves of Roland, or the Gnomes of Jorgendy Ridge — they were all the best craftsmen in the world of Vaunte.
But the best were not necessarily the most suitable. First of all, other than the craftsmen of Buga, Brando had no idea where to find the dwarves or goblins.
The dwarves of Roland lived in the North, which was even further north than Saint-Ausol. The mountains there were covered in snow all year round. In Erouine in the South, there was no sign of this tribe. As for the dwarves, there were quite a few of them, but their distant relatives were wine connoisseurs and had nothing to do with building cities.
As for the goblins, there was no need to mention them. The Earth Goblins were a noble race under Jorgendy Ridge. Not only were they masters of city construction, but they were also one of the races with the best fighting skills. They did not need to come to the barren surface world to suffer like Tagiv.
The only ones he could find were the craftsmen of Buga, the white-bearded old men of the Silver Alliance. Brando did not expect them to take a liking to him.
Those old men were not like these 'country bumpkins' (according to the Buga Wizards) who did not know much. Brando suspected that these Silver Folk might have guessed his identity as a transmigrator in a few words.
Brando did not have any other ideas at the moment. He could only take one step at a time. Although there was no way he could come up with a solution in a short time, as time passed and his strength increased, he might be able to find an alternative.
In the end, he could only add, "Go ahead and do it. I believe in your ability."
It was this sentence that made the noble lady's eyes light up, and she nodded seriously.
But at this moment, a young man's voice came from outside. "I think I heard you call me, my lord?"
Not far away, Scarlet, who was leaning against the black pine, turned her head subconsciously and saw The Shire in a black robe coming in from outside. In fact, the young archmage rarely appeared in front of outsiders after the chaos that night. It was as if he plunged into the small room in the castle arranged for him and did not care about the outside world.
Of course, according to The Shire's explanation to Brando, he was familiarizing himself with spells. After all, an apprentice would need a buffer time to become a wizard mentor overnight.
Now it seemed that this guy was doing well these days. When Brando saw him, the young wizard's face was relaxed and even a little excited. It seemed that the outside world was indeed more interesting than the graveyard.
Even if he stayed in a small room all day, it was no exception.
"Why are you here?" Brando asked, but he immediately saw that The Shire did not come alone. There was a young man behind him.
Brando recognized the young man. He was the only lucky or unlucky person left from the group of adventurers they met when they first entered Abies. He was an apprentice who was a String Magician.
But this young man had been staying in the group ever since they killed Graudin, which puzzled Brando. According to what he knew, this young man and his companions were from noble families. Even though they did not have much power, they were at least descendants of nobles.
With such a background, there was no need for them to fool around with these mercenaries. According to Amandina's words, this group of mercenaries were rebels, but to put it bluntly, they were not far off from bandits who occupied a mountain.
It could only be said that the real bandit group lacked people like him and the noble lady who understood the rules of the game between nobles.
The Shire smiled and walked in front of them. He respectfully bowed to Brando. If an outsider saw a Magus bowing to a noble in such a manner, their jaws would probably drop to the ground. But the young Magus still greeted him meticulously: "My lord."
In fact, his actions had already surprised the young man behind him.
The young man who was habitually wearing a green-grey robe finally showed a strange expression and looked at the master and servant. Even though Brando was a Gold-ranked Swordsman, The Shire was not to be outdone. He was also a Gold-ranked Magus, but his status was much higher than a mere Swordsman.
It was the same even if Brando was a noble.
Amandina, who was hugging the documents beside Brando, did not find it strange. She shook her head and acted as if she did not see anything. As for Metisha and Scarlet, one did not understand the etiquette of the humans in this era, and the other grew up in a mercenary group. Naturally, they did not have any knowledge in this area, so they were much calmer than the young man.
"Actually, I'm here to ask for money." The Shire replied with a smile. He even scratched his head. You can imagine a Magus scratching his head helplessly. This time, the corner of Scarlet's eye twitched: "But first, I'm here to give you money."
"Give you money?" Brando was stunned.
"Let's talk about money first, because I know my lord is always interested in bad news." The Shire immediately answered: "The thing you asked me last time, I thought about it, and it should be fine."
Brando immediately reacted.
Originally, he wanted this guy to form a Spellcaster Council similar to the Tower of Stars and Moons. After all, The Shire was now the leader of all the spellcasters in his territory. It was not impossible for him to integrate the uneven number of apprentices in the mercenary group.
Even though it was a little unbearable to look at now, the future was still very promising. Even if they could not compete with the Silver Alliance in the future, at least they would not be inferior to the Black Tower Magi.
The only problem was that he did not know if The Shire, as the successor of the Black Tower Magi, had any relevant taboos. [When the Black Tower split from the Silver Alliance, it almost led to a war.] [Brendel knew how strict the wizards were in keeping their knowledge of the world a secret. When the Black Tower Wizards split from the Silver Alliance, it almost led to war.
Of course, this was a digression. Brando only mentioned it at that time, but he did not expect to receive an answer today. But putting this matter aside, The Shire's line of 'giving you money' really surprised him.
What kind of trick was this guy playing? That was the first thing he thought.
"Let's talk about the second thing." Brando replied.
The Shire reminded him with a smile: "My lord, did you forget about the thing that I temporarily stored with me?"
"What thing?" Brando was puzzled, but The Shire took out a painting from his multi-dimensional bag.
"Oh my god, Martha, the painting of Princess Twilight!"
Amandina's eyes widened, and the document in her hand slipped to the ground. She could not help but shout in a low voice.
She immediately showed a look of suspicion: "This can't be a fake, right?" She looked at The Shire, and then looked at Brando. She thought to herself that with her lord and this mage's nature, it was not impossible.
But Brando shook his head: "This is the real thing." He remembered that this was the stolen item that they took in Fortress Riedon. Although it was a little disgraceful, but now it seemed that the decision back then was really a wise one.
Twilight's paintings were highly sought after in the collector's market, and it was not impossible to sell it for a few million Tor coins. Although this was not a lot, it was enough to solve the urgent problem.
But there was no market for this item in Abies, and if he wanted to sell it for a good price, he had to find the right place. Brando already had a target in mind at this time, and that was Erouine's only free port.
Ampere Seale.
He could not help but think that he really needed someone to go to Ampere Seale to take a look. Not to mention that Baron Abies would definitely establish a trade relationship with this free port in the future. The intricate power relations there were enough to attract real political adventurers to invest in it.
Especially at this time of the year, with all kinds of armies pressing in, Brando guessed that Ampere Seale must be very lively right now.
Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on his face.
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