The young man on the sofa snorted at the count's order. He had to admit that it was a good move to borrow someone else's knife to kill.
However, the subordinate was slightly taken aback and quickly lowered his head. No one knew better than him the consequences of the count's order. Madara's invasion had brought about an unprecedented predicament for the Highlanders. At this moment, to the people living in the mountains and forests, whether it was tax exemption or not, it could be said to be a life-saving measure.
Thus, he believed that the count would not refuse, nor could he refuse.
As for war, wasn't war a common occurrence for the Barbarians?
He immediately calculated in his mind. Even if he did not include Madara's and Lord Palas's troops, the Highlanders' army alone would exceed ten thousand men.
This number made him a little shaken. This time, the Count, who had always been low-key, was determined to show Duke Arreck and Princess Gryphine his strength.
But how many years had it been since he last did this? Ten years, or twenty years? Since the last time the kingdom was in turmoil, it was as if a generation had grown up in the blink of an eye.
But this did not mean that the old man had lost his courage.
The subordinate who had followed Count Randner for many years secretly glanced at his lord and the young man on the sofa. The old count's hair was already white, but his eyes were gloomy and sharp.
The three men present understood that once these two letters were sent out, the footsteps of war could no longer be stopped. But the situation was just so strange. When everyone's attention was focused on the war in the north, who would have thought that the beginning of the civil war would unfold at the southernmost border of this ancient country that no one paid attention to.
In Trentheim, which was so remote that it seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.
… …
The footsteps of war quietly approached.
But at this moment, Brando did not have much understanding of the army that came from the Randner region and was about to arrive at the border.
Perhaps he knew that the direction of history had changed. Once the news of Lord Macsen's defeat spread, it meant that he had included himself in the huge wheel of the civil war that would decide Erouine's fate.
As for the outcome, it would depend on the performance of all sides.
However, at this moment, what Brando was thinking about the most was not this problem. He was currently sitting in a carriage heading to Firburh from Schafflund. The carriage was bumpy due to the mountain roads, but the young man was still staring at the blue sky outside the window. For a moment, he was in a daze.
The reason why he abandoned all matters related to Schafflund's silver mines and left for Castle Abies in the middle of the night was not because he received news of Count Randner's army approaching the border, nor was it because he received an accurate reply from Princess Regent.
It was because of another reason.
However, Brando withdrew his gaze from the changing scenery outside the window. His eyes fell on a familiar old dwarf on the opposite side of the carriage. Then, he and the dwarf stared at each other.
"Mister Odum," the young man spoke first, "I would like to know what happened to you."
"Hmm …?" The old dwarf was stunned for a moment. He showed a confused expression as he stuffed a piece of dessert into his mouth: "What do you mean by what happened?"
In fact, the old dwarf had already unceremoniously eaten half of the desserts that Fela prepared for him in the hidden compartment of the carriage. Now, he was about to finish the other half.
Brando lost his appetite when he saw the way the dwarf ate. Of course, this was probably the dwarf's strategy.
At least, it seemed to be working.
"I don't remember inviting you to travel with me, right?" Brando said in an annoyed tone: "Aren't you doing well in the mines? I didn't ask you to leave either, so why are you always walking around in front of me?"
He thought for a moment and took a deep breath before he added: "Since half a month ago —"
"Are you talking about this?" The old dwarf almost choked. He quickly patted his chest and swallowed the dessert: "Hmm, uh … … Ah, well said! Young man, this is a problem … … "
Brando felt the corner of his eyes twitching. He felt that if he could, he would kick the old dwarf off the carriage.
However, he did not have the mood to do so and coldly replied: "Mister Odum, if that's the case, can I ask you to get off the carriage now?"
"No, no, no!" The old dwarf hurriedly shook his stubby hand. "Of course not, of course not!"
"Reason?"
"This … … Uh, let me think." Odum was obviously in a difficult position. He could not say that he wanted to see if Brendel had the potential to become the King of the Earth and have all the rune dwarves follow him.
He felt that if he said that, Odum would definitely treat him as a lunatic.
The old dwarf thought for a while and finally found an excuse: "Young man, don't you need someone to do something for you?"
Brando felt that he was about to laugh out loud: "Alright, then what can you do, old man?"
"I … …" Odum blurted out: "I can explore mines, and I'm very good at mining. I … … I'm a disciple of the Golden Dwarves. You know that even though the rune dwarves are not good at mining, the Golden Dwarves are good at mining … … "
"Yes, you don't have to say anymore," Brando shook his head: "Since you're so good at mining, why don't you stay in the mines?"
The old dwarf froze. He stood there for a long time before stuttering: "That … … I mean, even though I'm good at mining, I actually want to change my job … …"
He forced a smile at Brando as he spoke.
It was an extremely forced smile.
"Oh?" Brando suddenly felt that it was not that uncomfortable to talk to this old dwarf. At least he knew that his actions were strange: "Then what do you want to do?"
The young man asked with a mocking tone.
The old dwarf scratched his head. This was a difficult question for him. Other than working in the mines, what else could he do? Odum felt that this question was too strange. What kind of joke was this? He was a rune dwarf who grew up in the Golden Dwarves' tribe. Other than mining, what else could he do?
Was this not purposely making things difficult for him?
If it was any other person who asked this question, Odum would definitely teach that person a lesson. But he knew that this awkward situation was something he brought upon himself.
He hesitated for a long time before finally saying with difficulty: "That … … I know a little … … construction … …"
Odum did not lie to Brando. This old dwarf did know a little about construction. Construction and engineering was actually his hobby. This hobby came from the fact that he believed that rune dwarves should more or less have some knowledge about construction.
But of course, his knowledge of construction did not come from the rune dwarves' inheritance. It was something that he had pieced together. In other words, he was still a miner.
That was why the old dwarf did not have much confidence when he spoke.
But Brando's interest was piqued. Others might not know what the rune dwarves did, but he knew. When he heard Odum say that he knew how to build, his eyes lit up and even his worries were thrown to the back of his mind.
"You said that you know how to build?"
Brando's voice was raised by three octaves.
But the young man's raised voice gave the old dwarf a fright. His originally weak answer became even weaker: "I … … I know a little … …"
But with the stubborn nature of the dwarves, Odum suddenly realized that he could not appear weak. He was a dwarf, and not just a dwarf. He was a Silver Citizen, the only bloodline of the rune dwarves!
He immediately coughed and replied: "Kid, you see, everyone starts from nothing. Although I only know a little, it only means that I don't have enough experience. You also know that I used to be a miner. "
These nonsensical words sounded like they were full of loopholes, and even Romaine might not believe them if she was here. But Brendel, who had long been superstitious about the Rune Dwarves' talent in construction, listened to her.
The young man felt that there was a chance and nodded: "I understand. You know how to build a city?"
"You want to build a city?"
The old dwarf was shocked.
Building a city was not an ordinary construction project. He immediately thought that if he were to build a city with his own ability, he might end up like this.
He could imagine that the city he built would be located somewhere crookedly and become a famous sight in the future. Of course, that would be a negative example. All the Rune Dwarves, and even other dwarves, would probably come here and say that to their descendants with a sense of pilgrimage.
[See, that's the work of the boastful old dwarf, Odum. He even forgot to build a city gate.]
The old dwarf immediately broke out in cold sweat. He quickly shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts because he saw the hope on Brando's face.
"How is it?" Brando asked in an extremely enticing tone: "Not just building a city, but a huge fortress. As long as it's built, your name will be passed down forever —"
The young man lowered his voice and spoke in a distant tone: "See, that's the work of the Dwarven Master Builder Odum. He's the one who brought back the glory of the rune dwarves. Don't tell me you don't know what your ancestors were best at?"
The words' the glory of the rune dwarves' moved Odum, or rather, it gave him a huge calming pill. The scene that Brando described to him made him forget that he was a typical three-legged cat in this aspect. The old dwarf immediately confirmed his thoughts.
[That's right, I'm the descendant of the rune dwarves. I can't be that bad.]
And so he nodded with all his might.
[Good!] Brando, who did not know what was going on, felt relieved. He felt that someone had sent him a pillow when he wanted to sleep. It seemed that Lady Martha still cared for him. With the help of a rune dwarf's descendant, building a fortress would not be a problem.
Brando felt that he had profited greatly, and so did Odum.
Both of them could see a bright future ahead of them.
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