"No, you're wrong, Grandmaster Bosley." Brando shook his head.
The young man closed the door. The mysterious guest took off his cloak, revealing a hunched body and a feathered robe that covered his wrinkled skin. Tagiv bowed deeply to Brando.
"Subterrane Dwellers?" Bosley asked in surprise: "Wait, my lord, you mean …?" The blacksmith reacted quickly. The equipment he designed according to the blueprint was not usable by humans, but it was tailor-made for these creatures.
"My lord, when did you come into contact with the Subterrane Dwellers?"
"Didn't we fight with them?"
"But … Then, what's going on?" The old man was puzzled.
During the battle with Lord Macsen, Brando purposely sealed the news. Most of the captives were locked up in the dungeon, and no one was allowed to come in contact with them. Thus, the news of the Subterrane Dwellers participating in the battle was not leaked.
Furthermore, Bosley didn't care about Brando's military affairs. He was focused on his smithing workshop, so he didn't know that Brando's subordinates had merged with a large number of Subterrane Dwellers.
"My lord … You're amazing." Tagiv maintained a respectful posture, but it faced the Master Craftsman and replied with a sentence in Kirrlutz that it was not familiar with.
"So you've subdued them?" Bosley turned to Brendel and asked.
Brando nodded.
"Martha above!" The old man shouted: "How many have you subdued?" Bosley immediately shut his mouth as he thought of a possibility. The old man stared at Brando with wide eyes and raised his trembling hand: "Five hundred?"
'Five hundred.' That was the number Brando wanted for the armor.
The young man smiled and shook his head. Bosley was oversimplifying things. It was just like humans. No matter how strong the Subterrane Dwellers were, it was impossible for them to be the strongest. He glanced at Tagiv. Even though the Subterrane Dweller was respectful to him, he wouldn't leave the fate of his tribe in his hands.
"Three thousand," he said.
Bosley choked a little and quickly held onto the corner of the table. "I understand now. It seems like my old bones can't keep up with you youngsters." He shook his head. Three thousand Subterrane Dwellers? Then how did the young man win? Not to mention subduing them.
It was no wonder that the mercenaries, especially the younger generation of mercenaries, worshipped this Lord so much. Originally, he was somewhat dismissive, but now it seemed that it was not just blind worship.
"Alright," Bosley replied, "I understand. Lord Palas is in big trouble now."
"It's not that simple. Count Randner won't be so rash as to charge headlong into the matter. He's an old fox," Brendel shook his head: "Sir Macsen's lesson should be enough to make him more cautious."
"Are you saying that Lord Palas will have reinforcements?"
"Isn't that inevitable?" Brando replied.
The old man stroked his chin. "Is that why you want to arm these cavemen?"
"That's right," Brando patted the armor and said to Tagiv: "Tagiv, give it a try."
"My lord, what … … is this?" Tagiv could not see clearly, but it could hear that the armor was made of metal.
"You'll know once you put it on."
"Witch doctor … … I'm … …" Tagiv finally understood that it was a set of armor and hurriedly waved its hands: "My lord!"
"It's fine, I'm just giving it a try." Brando smiled: "This is a gift from me. You won't reject it, right?"
"Gift?" The Subterrane Dweller was taken aback.
"Your tribe isn't one of the strongest in the Underworld, right?" Brando asked.
Tagiv fell silent. It nodded. If it was a strong tribe, they would not have been forced to the surface. Compared to living on the surface, they were more willing to return to the Underworld.
However, its tribe was not considered small. It was just that it did not have a strong Underworld Lord to back it up. Tagiv knew that it had a hidden problem. In the tribe that its ancestors left behind for it, there were many old and weak people. There were very few people who were qualified to fight in the Underworld.
"It's fine," Brando did not mind: "I've said it before. If we can't improve our strength and skills, then we can focus on improving our equipment."
"Equipment … … improve?" Tagiv repeated doubtfully.
"I plan to give your tribe 500 sets of heavy armor," Brando replied: "Heavy armor, specifically for the Subterrane Dwellers."
The Subterrane Dweller was shocked by this number. 500 sets of heavy armor was a huge fortune even in the Underworld. The Underworld Lords would definitely not use these things to arm a group of Subterrane Dwellers. In other words, they were a group of cannon fodder.
It raised its head and stuttered: "Subterrane Dwellers … … don't wear armor … … my lord!"
[Subterrane Dwellers don't wear armor?] Brendel could not help but curse in his mind. The Subterrane Dweller Lord, Master Siege Master Elache's Assault Squad, and their performance in the third war was still fresh in his mind.
The set of armour in his hands was actually the original design of the rhinoceros armour designed by Elache. Of course, he hadn't gotten his hands on the later versions, but this set of armour was ahead of its time in the Year of Summer and Summer Leaves.
Brando remembered clearly that the first set of Rhino Armor was created about 5 years later.
"Are you willing to be cannon fodder? This will become history, Tagiv, "the young man shook his head:" I've said before, this set of armor is specially designed for you. "
"Wait!" Bosley stopped the two of them: "My lord, are you saying that this set of armor has never existed before?"
"Of course."
The old man looked at the young man and was a little angry: "You didn't even let these fellows try on a set of newly designed armor, and you made me make 200 sets!"
Bosley was almost shouting at the end of his sentence. He felt that Brando was making a joke out of him. There had never been such a thing in history. A set of newly designed armor was mass-produced without even testing it. Did this guy think it was a toy?
Bosley could understand if Brando was rich enough to rival a kingdom, but he was clearly in the early stages of his territory, and it was difficult to even maintain it.
The amount of iron ores used to make 200 sets of armor was almost all of the Abies' reserves. It even delayed the construction of the city walls because of this. Amandina had complained to him more than once about this matter.
The more Bosley spoke, the angrier he became, especially when he thought about how Brando kept saying that he was on the princess' side. If everyone by the princess' side was like this young man, then this damned kingdom might not even have a future.
He felt that he, the chief craftsman of the kingdom, was being played by this young man. Bosley glared at Brando. If this young lord did not give him an explanation, then he would let him know that even a master craftsman like him had his own temper!
And it was a very bad temper!
But Brando's expression did not change at all. He was only a little surprised when Bosley lost his temper. He did not expect the old man to be so angry, but he laughed when he heard Bosley's words.
"Is there a need to be so angry, Grandmaster Bosley?" He shook his head.
"How can you still laugh? You better give me an explanation, damn it!" Bosley said indignantly: "Otherwise, I'll give you an explanation today!"
"How do you intend to give me an explanation?" Brando crossed his arms and asked calmly.
When the two of them started arguing, they seemed to have forgotten about Tagiv. Of course, Mr. Mordenkainen had been forgotten from the start.
"I, I'll go on strike!" Bosley stomped his feet.
"Alright, calm down," Brando shook his head: "Grandmaster Bosley, you're the chief craftsman of the kingdom. Can't you tell if this armor will work or not?"
"It's because I'm the chief craftsman of the kingdom that I have to stop your irresponsible behavior!" Bosley said angrily, but he still glanced at the Subterrane Dweller Chieftain. He was familiar with the armor he made himself. He only needed to look at the Subterrane Dweller Chieftain to know that there was nothing wrong with Brando's design.
The Subterrane Dweller Chieftain looked a little bigger.
But since Tagiv claimed to be a witch doctor, the Subterrane Dweller Chieftain must have a stronger physique, and the armor would fit him well. As for the Subterrane Dwellers with a different physique, he would only need to make some slight modifications.
Bosley's anger subsided a little when he saw this, and he was surprised. Drawing a blueprint and completing a finished product with just experience alone would require at least a few decades of forging experience. Even he himself might not be able to do it. The old man glanced at Brendel and thought to himself, Is this young man a hidden master?
But he did not believe it and asked with some anger: "You didn't make this armor, did you?"
Brendel nodded. He did not want to steal someone else's work: "This is the design of a friend of mine, and he has done a lot of research on the Subterrane Dwellers." Of course, the moment he opened his mouth, the Subterrane Dweller became his friend.
At this moment, a certain someone in the Jorgendy Ridge couldn't help but sneeze.
"That's more like it," Brendel satisfied the old man's conjecture, and the old man did not pursue the matter any further. "It's best if you don't play this trick on me in the future. Leave this kind of surprise to the youngsters. My old bones can't take it anymore."
"You're exaggerating," Brando replied with a smile: "Of course not. I didn't do it on purpose. Grandmaster Bosley, you are now the most valuable asset in my territory."
"This is only a temporary job." Bosley mumbled, but he did not forget to remind Brando of this fact. But the young man's compliment still made him feel good.
Brando shook his head and turned to the Subterrane Dweller Chieftain: "How about it, Tagiv? Are you willing to accept this gift?"
Tagiv hesitated for a moment. When Brando and Bosley were talking, it had already touched the armor. Due to the lack of vision, the Subterrane Dwellers were more sensitive to touch and hearing than normal humans. Even though it only touched the armor roughly, it was certain that it was made for one of its kind.
It was tempted, but it knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. The Subterrane Dweller hesitated for a moment and asked: "My lord … conditions?"
Brando nodded.
He was satisfied with Tagiv's reaction. Of course, he would not give the Subterrane Dwellers 500 sets of armor for free. Even though the Subterrane Dwellers and the Abies were allies, this was not enough.
"The conditions are simple." Brando replied. Then he lowered his voice and whispered something into the Subterrane Dweller Chieftain's ear.
Tagiv was stunned for a moment. It hesitated for a moment, but it still nodded in the end.
"A … deal."
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