"Little one," Orthlyss's voice suddenly rang in his mind, "I've always wanted to ask, is the Silver Elf girl with you a royal Elf?"
"Lady Orthlyss, Metisha is a royal. What's wrong?" Brando replied.
"It's nothing. She looks familiar, just like someone I know. But I don't think it's possible. She's probably her descendant —" Orthlyss shook her head: "But if she's a royal, then your question won't be a problem."
"Why?"
"One of the Silver Elves' Silver Legacies is the Elemental Conduction Technique. Royal Elves must have mastered this technique." Orthlyss replied, then fell silent.
[So that's why.] Brando looked at Metisha curiously: "Do you know how to do it, Metisha?"
The Silver Elf girl nodded gently.
"Alright, this problem is solved." Brendel knew that this was actually one of the two most difficult problems of the Elemental Furnace. Solving this problem could be said to have solved half of the problem, or even more than half of it, but he still asked: "Then how do I convert these fire elements into continuous flames? As far as I know, most of the Alchemy Arrays are instantaneous, but the Elemental Furnace needs to be stable and continuous. "
"Is there no way to solve it?" Bosley's raised eyebrows sank again. "It doesn't seem that difficult," he said with a troubled expression.
"Of course it's difficult. The stability of the Array is very high. But it's not like there's no alternative. One is to strengthen the Array, but this will affect the output. The other is to use better materials, which will increase the cost. "
Brando thought for a while. The Elemental Furnace could be strengthened by the Array. But the cost of the Elemental Furnace would be slightly higher. After all, the wool comes from the sheep.
Even though it was difficult, he remembered that he had Tamar with him. It shouldn't be a problem to give it to a Master Alchemist.
He shook his head and threw the question aside: "Alright, it's better than nothing. Let's move on to the next question. What about the mana conduction device and the core? "
"I can think of a way to get some," Bosley glanced at him, and for the first time, the old man stuttered: "I have contacts in Ampere Seale, Corvado, and Seifer. I can probably ask them to help me get some, but I can't hope for the largest ones."
"Medium is enough!" Brando replied. As for the Mana Conduction Device, Amandina had a set of primitive designs that could barely be used. That thing was even rarer than the Mana Core, and it was almost completely controlled by the royal family and nobles.
Nevertheless, Ou Yangming glanced at the blacksmith master in surprise. This was the first time the blacksmith master took the initiative to use his social network. It seemed that this thing was very attractive to the old man.
However, what surprised Brando the most was that nobles, especially someone like Bosley, had a huge network of connections. If he could make use of this network, it would be great news.
He couldn't help but ask: "If that's the case, why don't you ask them to help us get some people? Aren't you lacking manpower, Grandmaster Bosley?"
Bosley glared at him: "Do you want to drag more people down with you? I don't care about the others, but don't even think about it. The people I know are either from the Royal Faction or my students. I don't want them to be on the pirate ship! "
"No, no, no, you're mistaken," Brando did not give up and continued to persuade the old man: "Whether it's the Royal Faction or us, we're all in the same boat. We're all working for the princess, aren't we?"
Bosley snorted. Even though he did not believe Ou Yangming's words, he remembered that Brando resonated with the Lionheart Sword and was a little convinced: "But I've already agreed to work for you, young man. As for my students, I have no right to interfere with their decisions. As for the Royal Faction, there's no need to talk about it."
"I'm not asking you to interfere with their decisions, Grandmaster Bosley," Brando shook his head and sighed: "I'm not forcing them to work for me. They can also help us out a little. People need to learn to be flexible!"
"You see, this isn't much different from helping us' smuggle 'goods. In essence, they're working for the princess, and they're also working for Erouine's lost glory!"
"Most importantly, we'll pay for it. We won't let your students suffer any losses, Grandmaster Bosley. This is a win-win situation."
Brendel drew out a beautiful picture for Bosley as he patiently and patiently guided him along.
Of course, Scarlett and Metisha could not help but laugh when they saw this. This young lord was like a demon from the scorching hell, a hypocrite with a wicked heart.
They looked at Bosley, who was stunned by Brando's words, and then at Brando. The young lord quietly turned around and glared at them to prevent them from laughing and ruining the atmosphere.
Brando could not help but think to himself. He had only been a leader in the game for a few years, and yet he had already mastered the art of painting a beautiful picture of himself. However, compared to the managers of large and small enterprises in his previous world, he was still a child in the presence of an adult.
If those people were to transmigrate to this world, they would be able to establish a large-scale international fraud organization. No, it should be a large-scale international corporation. No, it should be a large-scale international religious organization!
And it would not be inferior to the Holy Cathedral of Wind or the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
Brando promised Bosley while his mind was still spinning with these random thoughts. Bosley, the royal craftsman of Erouine, seemed to have been persuaded. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Very well, my lord. What else do you need?"
"People." Brando said: "More people!"
"People?!" Bosley was shocked. He stared at Brando in shock: "Y-you want me to do human trafficking? Are you crazy? Erouine forbids human trafficking. "
Bosley's words were lacking in confidence. There were many underground black markets in Erouine, and the nobles were doing the same. It was an open secret.
However, this young lord was not such a person. Bosley had always been dismissive of Brando's idealistic integrity, but as a young man and not a lord, he admired his character.
Brando furrowed his brows and shook his head: "What are you talking about? What human trafficking? That's too filthy! Mister Bosley, don't bring the bad habits of the old nobles to my domain. "
Bosley did not choke on his words. He stared at Brando in annoyance. [Didn't you bring this up first? You said you want people, but it seems that there is no other way to get more people other than buying and selling people.
"Then what do you mean, my lord?" Bosley asked in annoyance.
Brando nodded.
"Very well. Do you know about the War of the Black Roses?"
"What's that?"
"That's … …"
Brendel suddenly paused, because he remembered that the officials had yet to give this war a unified name. As for the War of the Black Roses, there was no such thing.
He coughed and changed his words: "I'm talking about the war that just ended."
"You're talking about the invasion of Madara?" Bosley asked in confusion: "But what does that have to do with the War of the Black Roses?"
Bosley's face turned red, but he could not help but frown. [Can't this old man stop poking at my sore spot?]
But just as he was thinking of a way to get out of this awkward situation, Scarlett whispered: "I heard that Madara is known as the Black Rose of Bramanto. I believe that's what my lord is talking about."
Bosley nodded in understanding: "That makes sense. I believe that the chronicler would have named it that way. So what's next?"
Brando wanted to hug Scarlett and give her a kiss, if not for the fact that he did not want to let down the little Roman. But he gave up on the thought and coughed softly before continuing:
"The War of the Black Roses may seem like the biggest war Erouine has experienced since the November War, but that's not the case. Ever since the Royal Family lost control of the region, the nobles have been waging war against each other year after year. This ancient kingdom has been in deep trouble for a long time."
Brando was telling the truth about Erouine for the past twenty years. Everyone present nodded in agreement.
"Grandmaster Bosley, do you know about the refugees in Menta?" Bosley asked.
"Of course, some of my subordinates came from that group of refugees." Bosley paused for a moment before he suddenly realized what Brando meant: "My lord, you mean … … refugees?"
Brendel nodded. The years of war had created a large number of homeless refugees. These refugees either relied on powerful lords to become tenant farmers or citizens without personal freedom, or had no food or clothing and no fixed place to stay.
Even though he did not have a detailed count, he believed that in this era of Erouine, be it in the north or the south, there would be a large number of people who were troubled by such hardships.
It was easy to attract these people. A full meal and a yearning for a better life would be enough to attract them to Tónigel.
What he wanted to provide was nothing more than a way for them to reach this place.
Bosley quickly calmed down after his initial shock and reminded: "My lord, these refugees may be real, but most of them are old, sick, or disabled. There are also women and children. A strong and healthy labourer is valuable in anyone's eyes. I'm afraid that such a good thing won't happen to you, my lord."
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