Brando opened the letter. It was blank, but there was a secret mark at the top right corner. He understood and crumpled the letter into a ball. Then, a wisp of flame burst out from his hand and burned it to ashes.
The ashes fell down to the ground.
Brando looked up. The Shire had brought him good news. The Druids had returned. This news made Brendel feel relieved, but he did not immediately go and meet these people. Instead, he spoke to his new follower beside him.
"Mordenkainen."
"I'm here," the youth paused for a moment before he realized that Brendel was calling for him. He quickly asked: "Is there anything, my lord?"
"Go and get Tagiv for me."
"Tagiv?"
"The leader of the Subterrane Dwellers. You know it's in the castle right now." Brando had summoned Tagiv to the castle ever since the war broke out.
However, the Subterrane Dweller leader was quite happy. At least Graudin did not give it such treatment.
As for whether Brando intended to use it as a hostage, Tagiv did not think too much about it. It had already sworn an oath to its god, and these humans did not need to use it again.
"Cover it with a cloak. Try not to let others see it," Brando said.
The young man quickly nodded. "My lord, where do you want to meet it?"
Brando lowered his head and whispered something into the young man's ear. The young man nodded and glanced at his lord. After confirming that there were no more orders, he turned around and ran into the snow.
Brando watched the young man's figure disappear into the snow before he waved to the others.
"Let's go somewhere else."
Scarlett looked at Brando and regained her senses. She kept comparing this young lord's appearance with Makarov and even Eke.
Scarlett blushed and shook her head: "Where are we going … my lord?"
Metisha looked at her with amusement.
"A good place." Brando replied.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the streets were soon covered in a thin layer of white. There were not many people on the streets, but the warm orange light from the houses on both sides of the street made them feel at ease.
Scarlet had just recovered, and this was the first time she went out this week. But the girl, who had her long red ponytail tied up again, seemed to have returned to her old life. She held her Thunder Lance and followed behind Hao Ren while looking at the surrounding streets with a somewhat indifferent gaze.
Metisha had always been interested in the human world. She would occasionally ask Brando what it was, or what it was.
The three of them walked for a while until they heard a clanking sound.
Metisha's long ears were the first to pick up the sound.... She was startled for a moment before she realized that they were near Bosley's forge.
Bosley's forge was right in front of them.
After Brendel bought the Cold Iron Ores from Cohen and sent the Magic Eye Gems to Bosley, Bosley's smithing factory was finally in operation. The shops here were part of Graudin's private property. This used to be Abies's smithy, but Bosley bought the houses on both sides and expanded it.
However, having a place didn't mean that everything was going well. Bosley spent a lot of effort to recruit people, but most of them were of mixed quality. Bosley complained to Brando about not supporting his work more than once. He came from Erouine's palace and complained that Brando didn't support his work.
Fortunately, the situation changed after Uriel brought in the first batch of blacksmiths.
The blacksmiths were sent by Retto the Red Copper Dragon. Considering that Macsen might become the frontline of the war, Retto sent almost all of his capable men to Abies. Of course, this was for the long term, but it was also to show his loyalty to the young lord.
In any case, it solved Bosley's urgent problem.
Even though it was snowing heavily, the workshop was bustling with activity. The golden-red flames from the furnaces dyed the entire workshop an orange-red color. The dazzling warm color did not fit in with the cold white color outside, forming a strong contrast. Even though Brendel was standing outside the workshop, he could feel the difference between warmth and cold because of the color contrast.
"My lord?" A voice called out to him.
Bosley's attention was diverted from the numerous trivial matters in the workshop, and he had to spend a lot of effort to instruct these foolish fellows. Just as he was about to take a breather, he saw Brendel and the other two standing outside the workshop.
"Grandmaster Bosley." Brando smiled when he saw him. He didn't come here to stroll around and enjoy the snowy scenery. The news of Lord Palas's army gathering had caught his attention, and he had to slowly carry out his plan.
"What is it?" Bosley asked: "My lord, are you here to check on this old man's progress?"
"I wouldn't dare." Brando shook his head: "I just thought of an idea."
"An idea?" Bosley was a little surprised, but when he saw the four standing in the snow, he quickly said: "Anyway, please come in. If my lord doesn't mind the noise and filth in this place —"
Brando nodded and led Metisha, Scarlet, and the young man into the forge. The first batch of armors and weapons were being forged in the forge. The young lord glanced at the forge. There were only bare-chested blacksmiths and apprentices coming and going. No one was wearing a robe to instruct them. The Shire's people were not here yet, which meant that Bosley's first batch of armors wasn't the White Lion Armors.
"You haven't started on the magic armors yet?"
"My lord, you said you weren't here to check on our progress?" Bosley couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "It's been too long since I last worked. The Magic Eye Gem you gave me is precious, I can't afford to waste it. I want to practice first."
The old man looked around the forge and sighed: "Besides, these people also need to be skilled. They're still far from being skilled."
"You're the one who's asking too much." Brando replied. Bosley used to work in Erouine's Royal Smithing Bureau and was publicly acknowledged as the number one blacksmith. His assistants were also well-known figures, so Brando couldn't help but look down on these people.
The most skilled blacksmiths among them were only from the countryside. Not to mention that none of them had experience with arcanotech devices, some of them didn't even have experience in forging weapons.
Forging armors was more complicated than forging weapons. Not only did it require experience from a blacksmith, but it also required the skills of a tailor and a leathersmith. There were blacksmiths from these professions in the forge, and they were responsible for joining the parts together to create a complete set of armor.
The entire process was extremely slow, taking several hours or even an entire day to complete.
Bosley frowned as he looked at the large arcanotech device in the middle of the forge. It was a rather primitive device that was almost 20 years old. It was used to press the chest and back plates in one go, and then use magic rays to inscribe magic arrays on them.
However, the working condition of these two old machines was quite unstable, and they often had problems.
"Even the machines I used ten years ago were better than these two. They're in worse condition than an old man like me." Bosley felt that he had never done such a troublesome job in his life. Tónigel was a remote and desolate place, and it was hard for him to imagine that Erouine had a place like this. Everything in this place seemed to be a century behind the times he knew.
Without arcanotech devices, the inside of the city was like a huge garbage dump. Outside of the city was the wilderness, and agriculture was still at the most primitive stage of self-cultivation.
In the era that Bosley was familiar with, which was almost ten years ago, in the most prosperous areas of Erouine, magic was used to nurture crops. There were even students from the academy stationed in the fields.
Those Elementalist Apprentices could change the arrangement of the elements in a small area to make the weather more suitable for growing crops.
But there was nothing like that here.
In other regions, large arcanotech devices were already used in agriculture, although this was only a part of the revolution that happened in the last hundred years. The Kirrlutz people learned this technology from the Hazel people and indirectly influenced Aouine's development.
This technology even changed the November War and brought about the Second Holy War. However, the rapid advancement of arcanotech technology still changed the world.
Of course.
Except for Tónigel.
It wasn't just Tónigel. In Bosley's view, the entire Randner region was a barren land that was abandoned by history. It was as if it had a master who didn't like magic, and it was excluded from civilization.
Of course, this was only Bosley's personal prejudice. Brando knew that the poverty in the south of Erouine was due to many reasons. It wasn't just Randner, but also Grinoires and Karsuk.
The southern border of the kingdom had always been at the edge of civilization. Due to the difference in development, the difference in geography, and the invasion of monsters, there were many factors. Whether it was Bucce, Braggs, or Tónigel, these places were like two different worlds compared to the hinterland of the kingdom.
"Just bear with it, Grandmaster Bosley." Brando shook his head. Even though the two arcanotech devices were a pile of scrap metal in Erouine, they were treasures here. When Amandina found them in Graudin's warehouse, she wanted to dismantle one of them to study the magic channeling device inside, but she was stopped by Bosley.
It seemed that her decision back then was wise. At least the two arcanotech devices were of great help to him. No matter how old these two old machines were, at least they were better than Tónigel's primitive handicrafts.
Brando couldn't imagine how long it would take to realize his plan with the productivity of Abies, which was still stuck in the Middle Ages on Earth.
Time waits for no one.
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