Brendel nodded. Of course he had considered such a situation, but it was not like there were no strong and healthy people among the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Some young people would stay with their families, but most lords would not take in a family for a single worker.
This was where Brendel's advantage lay. Women could do many things, and children were the future of the fief.
Not many people in this era had such foresight, but Brando had to consider Erouine's future.
He waved his hand and interrupted Grandmaster Blacksmith: "Grandmaster Bosley, I've considered all of this, and it shouldn't be a problem. Population is the future of a fief, and the ignorant nobles can't see that. But I don't mind teaching them a lesson. In any case, I'll leave this matter to you. "
"Now that we have people, what about food?" Bosley was still worried. Even though he did not want to, he had to admit that Brando's methods were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Whether it was out of selfishness or righteousness, he did not want to see the young man's efforts go to waste.
Even in the dead of night, Bosley had wondered more than once if this young man was really the one who was born to fulfill his orders. Otherwise, why would he resonate with the Lionheart Sword?
And what he did was supported by everyone. That kind of scene sometimes really made him feel like he was looking at that person.
That person who swore an oath under a glorious banner.
Bosley could not believe it.
"Food is a problem," Brando nodded, but then he looked at Bosley strangely: "Grandmaster Bosley, when did you start to care about this?"
Bosley's face reddened: "I'm just asking."
"I understand," Brendel gave a mysterious smile: "Food is indeed a huge problem, but seeing so many refugees displaced from their homes, this one's heart is pained, and I cannot eat or sleep in peace. So no matter how difficult it is, I must persevere. Isn't that right, Grandmaster Bosley?"
"You …" Bosley saw that Brando's words were full of righteousness, but his eyes were smiling like a little fox. He could not help but get angry: "Cut the crap, you bastard! What's going on? "
Metisha couldn't help but cover her mouth.
"Of course it's not that serious." Brando shrugged. "Food is a problem, but with the support of Schafflund's silver mines, it won't be a problem for the time being."
"Just buying won't do. Aren't you afraid that the dukes in the north will block you?" The old man shook his head and said worriedly.
"Firstly, the merchants of Ampere Seale are all 'merchants'." Brando raised another finger. "Secondly, the Northern Fleet is still in the hands of Her Royal Highness."
"Of course, Grandmaster Bosley's words are also a concern. However, Tónigel isn't inherently barren." Brando thought to himself. Since he had a druid under his command, why would he be afraid of problems with farming? These turf players were much better than Elementalists when it came to agriculture.
Although convincing the druids who believed in the balance of nature might be a little troublesome, Brando had already set up a trap for them to jump into. They had signed such a treaty before, allowing the Druids to participate in all wars to defend this territory. [The food war is also a war.] Brendel snickered.
The old man looked at him and shook his head: "I don't know why you need so many people. Tónigel already has a large population. As long as you can occupy this place, it won't be difficult to build an army."
Brando did not reply. Bosley did not understand his dream. His dream was not just Tónigel, nor was it Valhalla, nor was it Erouine.
The young man's goal was the future. His journey was the endless wilderness.
After the glory of the ancients, humans would once again pick up the lost flag and march into the wilderness. Erouine would expand and become a powerful empire.
And the opportunity was in the wilderness where civilization could not reach.
Brando did not answer Bosley's question, but he knew that one day, these people would understand why he was doing this.
He smiled and changed the topic: "Grandmaster Bosley, since when did you care so much about this humble one's territory? Are you sincerely planning to join this humble one's side?"
The master craftsman choked and coughed loudly. After a while, he managed to catch his breath and replied in exasperation, "Brat, what are you thinking? I'm just worried that you'll lose everything and drag down my career — No, I mean, hinder Her Royal Highness from reviving the kingdom."
"If that's the case, then aren't you going too far from the topic?" Brando asked in amusement.
"What do you mean?"
"Weren't we talking about a plan? How did we end up talking about food? Or do you want to change jobs with Miss Amandina, Grandmaster Bosley? "
Bosley naturally knew that Brendel was mocking him. Even though this young lord's character was outstanding compared to the other nobles of this generation, it was obvious that he was lacking in respect for the elderly, and he did not repent even in death.
He replied snappily, "I'm not as shameless as you, my lord, to snatch a little girl's rice bowl. We were talking about the Elemental Furnace … Forget it, I'll give up on explaining it! "
Bosley suddenly realized that it would be disadvantageous for him to continue explaining, so he quickly changed his words: "Alright, I'll listen to you, my lord. Let's get back to the topic. I've only completed less than three hundred sets of the Elemental Furnace. Would my lord like to inspect them?"
"Of course, it would be best if I could," Brando nodded. He wanted to see how the Elemental Furnace was progressing, "But not here. Is there a secret room in this workshop?"
"Of course," Bosley glared at him: "Why are you being so sneaky? You're up to no good."
Brando shook his head with a smile. [If the old man is as honest as he claims, then why would he have a secret room in the workshop?] He did not remember making any special arrangements for the Elemental Furnace.
But he did not dare to say it out loud. Bosley might really throw the three of them out in a fit of rage, and that would be a huge loss.
Bosley led the three of them through the busy workshop and opened a door in the south to enter the secret room. But Brando soon realized that he had misunderstood the old man. The so-called secret room was more like a temporary storeroom or resting room.
The storeroom was not big, only about a few dozen square meters. There were many boxes and barrels placed around it. Bosley opened one of the boxes with a shovel and took out a set of strange armor.
It was indeed a 'peculiar' set of armor — at least in the eyes of most normal people, that thing really couldn't be considered a set of armor.
Or rather, it was better to say that it was more like a set of failed apprentices.
Because when you saw it for the first time, you would wonder if anyone could wear it. It did not have a helmet, nor did it have a collar. The chest and back plates were tightly fitted together, and the position of the hands and feet were different from a normal person's. More importantly, the set of armor was extremely heavy. Bosley had to use all his strength to take it out of the box.
The old man could even bet that even if it was given to the knights to wear, most of them would not be able to wear it even if it was not for its strange shape.
It was simply too heavy.
In the end, Bosley threw the armor onto the table while panting heavily. "Look, this is completely designed according to your blueprint. I can guarantee that there are no changes, and I can also guarantee that no normal person would be able to wear it —" Bosley's eyes widened as he glared at Brendel. "Look, this is completely designed according to your blueprint. I can guarantee that there are no changes, and I can also guarantee that no normal person would be able to wear it.
He shook his head: "I don't know what you're trying to do with this set of armor! Oh, no, it's not just one set, it's two hundred sets! "
Brando smiled as he listened to Bosley's complaints. He was very satisfied with the set of armor. He had to admit that Bosley's craftsmanship was worthy of being called the best in Erouine. He was known as the only Divine Blacksmith in Erouine before the Second War of the Black Roses.
At the very least, the set of armor required a level 60 Master Blacksmith to make. Before the Second War of the Black Roses, Master Blacksmiths were a title that did not exist even among Crafting Players.
Even after twenty years, Master Blacksmiths were still considered treasures in China. It was no wonder that Brando looked at Bosley with a smile as if he was looking at a treasure.
"Are you even listening to what I'm saying, you little rascal?" The old man looked at Brendel who was smiling without saying a word, and suddenly became angry.
"Of course," Brando nodded: "I'm very happy with it."
"I know you're happy with it, but you haven't answered my question. What is it?" Bosley suddenly felt a little discouraged. He felt that talking to this young man was an arduous task because he could never catch up with his thoughts.
"You'll understand soon enough, Grandmaster Bosley."
"Then?"
"Wait a moment, I don't think it's best if I don't tell you."
"Then what do you mean?" Bosley was surprised.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Bosley was startled. It was rare for someone to disturb him when he was resting. He raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Grandmaster Bosley." The voice outside shrank back.
"How would I know who you are, you bastard!" Bosley saw the smile on the young man's face and couldn't help but get angry. He couldn't help but roar, "Speak, what is it? You better find a reason to convince me otherwise I'll kick you out of here!"
"It's like this … … They're here to see the Lord … …"
The old man paused and looked at Brendel in confusion.
Brando nodded.
"Let them in." Bosley replied.
The door was pushed open, and the one standing outside was the young man named 'Mordenkainen'. Of course, his duck familiar had been put away, and this time, there was another strange guy behind him.
It was a short man whose entire body was covered by a long cloak.
"A Dwarf?" Bosley was surprised.
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