Bosley almost jumped out of his seat. Even though he wasn't good at building roads, he knew that the Black Forest was a treasure trove for smithing masters like him. However, he knew exactly what kind of place the Black Forest was.
"That's a little troublesome." The Shire shook his head.
"What do you mean?" Bosley felt that the young adept was implying something.
"My Lord, he … discovered a crystal mine in the Black Forest. I mean, according to what you said, it's going to be troublesome for us to claim it as ours."
"Magic crystal mine!" The old man jumped out of his seat, "You're telling the truth!"
"No, I'm talking about the crystal mine," The Shire shook his head, "According to my Lord's inspection, there should be stariron and coldsteel. There should be some other rare minerals as well."
"Iron …" Bosley's voice trembled.
"Yes, there's iron, but there's also stariron and coldsteel."
"How … how big is it?"
"I don't know how big it is. They spent two days there, but they still haven't found the edge. There's not enough time. We can only determine the size of the mine later. "The Shire replied with a straight face.
"Two days, and they … they still haven't found the edge?" Bosley felt like he was about to suffocate. His Lord and his companions were three Gold-ranked existences. How could they not find the edge in two days?
However, he suddenly thought of another problem. His face paled, "Is it an open-pit mine?"
"No," The Shire shook his head, "It's underground."
Bosley let out a sigh of relief, "From your description, I thought it was an open-pit mine. But how did my Lord and his companions find it? Prospecting is a specialized field of study. Weren't they traveling in the forest? "
"No, no, no," The Shire shook his head again, "Let me finish. It's not easy to describe, but how should I put it? What I mean is that it's an open-pit mine."
"Ah!"
Bosley's hand loosened, and the cigarette butt that had been with him for many years fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
However, he did not mind at all. He grabbed the man's sleeve and asked loudly, not caring if the man was an adept or not, "Are you saying that there is an iron mine of unknown size in the Black Forest with magic crystals and large amounts of rare minerals waiting for us to mine?"
The Shire quickly pushed his hand away and put a finger to his lips. "Shh, keep your voice down, keep your voice down." "You don't want to tell Count Randner about this, do you?" The young wizard asked in a mysterious tone.
Bosley was silent for a moment. He looked around cautiously, but he quickly turned back to The Shire and said, "Are you telling the truth? That's great, the White Lion Armor won't be a problem at all! "
"Wait a minute." The Shire feigned a look of confusion: "Grandmaster Bosley, that place is located in the Black Forest, and it's quite far from here. According to what you just said, it will take us a long time before we can mine the ores there."
"Bullshit!" Bosley waved his hand. His eyes were red as he gritted his teeth: "Leave this matter to me. Even if I have to sacrifice these old bones of mine, I will succeed!"
"Martha above, an open-air crystal mine!" Bosley muttered to himself.
"That won't do," The Shire quickly shook his head: "If anything happens to you, my lord will definitely kill me, especially if he knows that I'm the one who instigated this."
Bosley glared at him: "Hmph, don't worry. I won't do it alone, and I can't do it. I'll ask my students to help, but it'll take some time. "
Bosley's determination was evident when he said those words. It seemed like the mine was extremely attractive to a Grandmaster Blacksmith like him.
He thought for a moment: "But we can start work first. Get someone to get some magic crystals. Those things are worth more than silver. Once we have money, everything else will be easier. "
However, Bosley suddenly stopped and stared at the young wizard from the corner of his eyes. "Hold on, you didn't set me up from the start, did you?"
"Ah!" The Shire suddenly understood and said with an innocent look: "Of course not. I also think that this is a good idea, but the others won't be able to do it. I think the Subterrane Dwellers are good, but I don't know if Tagiv will agree."
Bosley looked at the young wizard suspiciously. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this damned wizard had dug a hole for him to jump into. He suddenly remembered that he said he would ask his students to help, and the words he said to Brando made his vision go dark.
However, the young wizard didn't notice the look of regret on the Grandmaster Blacksmith's face. The Shire was only thinking about how to get Tagiv to help him.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to complete the lord's orders.
Opening a path through the Black Forest.
This was a feat that Erouine had never done in hundreds of years.
… …
When Bosley and Ciel decided to open up a 'path' in the Dark Forest, they sent the first batch of Subterrane Dwellers into the forest, but Brendel and his team did not stop exploring the Dark Forest.
In Wohnde's calendar, the Sleeping Moon symbolized talent. Astrologers believed that babies born during this month had extraordinary potential.
But in the witch's ancient prophecy, potential meant sleeping power. Sleep corresponded to awakening. From the beginning of sleep to the end of awakening, this was the meaning of the last month of the year in Vaunte.
Therefore, this was a sign that wisdom and spirit would light up the fire of civilization in the darkness, and it was also the most important month of the first year.
In most temples' calendars, on the last day of the Sleeping Moon, the 31st, people would welcome the biggest festival of the year in Wohnde – the Revival Festival.
This grand festival would last for seven days, but in a bustling city like Freeport, the carnival atmosphere would last until the Month of Recovery, which would be two months later.
Of course, in the dark wilderness, there was no such thing.
Brendel and his team finally arrived at the outskirts of the Loop of Trade Winds at midnight.
In order to remember the passing of prosperity and the year of summer leaves, Felaern, the chief logistics officer since the beginning of the adventure, gave everyone in the party a small piece of gingerbread. Even Ropar and his Fireclaw Lizardmen were no exception.
The young people sat around the campfire and sang songs of their hometown. Their songs were not only filled with nostalgia for the past, but also a yearning for the future.
The song was melodious, and the sparks from the campfire rose into the dark night sky. The hardships of the past month in the Black Forest seemed to have become a memory of the past at this moment.
Everyone felt that they had become more mature.
Brando sat beside the campfire and gave his gingerbread to Tia. The Wild Elf girl seemed to be very fond of this special dessert that could not be found in the Lopes Region. She held a small piece of gingerbread in one hand, and there were biscuit crumbs at the corner of her mouth. She smiled sweetly at Brando.
"Looks like Tia likes me more." Brando said to Felaern.
Felaern stood behind Brando and looked at her sister without saying a word.
In fact, she also gave her gingerbread to her sister. Even though she was strict, it was obvious that she cared for her sister.
"Sister Felaern is too lazy to lower herself to your level." Amandina passed her gingerbread to Tia and replied with a smile. On a night like this, the noble's daughter felt a rare sense of relaxation.
This was the last day of the year. Too many things had happened in this year, so much that she could not remember them all.
This was the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves.
Tia was beside Amandina, and there was already a small pile of gingerbread in her dress. She looked at the gingerbread with sparkling eyes.
Scarlett, who was leaning against a tree, looked at Amandina, and then looked at the gingerbread in her hand. She thought for a moment and put it in as well.
"Thank you, sister Scarlett." Tia said sweetly.
The red-haired girl reached out and patted her head.
Brando smiled and did not reply to Amandina's words. He did not care about Felaern's attitude either. He looked up at the night sky that was as dark as ink. He looked at the leaves that were silently hanging on the branches in the night sky, not moving at all. He looked at the sparks that rose from the campfire and flickered slightly before disappearing.
The brightest star in the sky belonged to Martha. He looked at it and waited for the light of the star to reach its brightest.
And so, the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves passed.
He would always remember this year, and the War of the Black Roses that happened in this year. When he looked up, he seemed to see the night sky of Bucce during the four or five months of summer, and the beautiful river of stars that stretched across the sky.
He could see the faces of many people, but these people's faces gradually faded and became blurry. However, there were some people whose faces became clear. Brando recognized them one by one. The young Roman, Freya, Marden, Bretton, and many others.
This was the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves that belonged to him.
It came into his life for the second time, and left for the second time. It seemed to leave no trace, but it could not be erased.
Brando then thought about the next year. The bloody war on the continent began in this year. Perhaps it could not be called the beginning of the war and chaos that would last for half a century, but no matter what, Wohnde began to move towards chaos from this year.
The sword symbolized conquest.
But it was also a weapon that made people bleed.
When the sword appeared on the earth, the stars changed their paths, and heroes were born.
Therefore, the astrologers named this year the Year of Swords. This was the beginning of the chaotic history of Wohnde, and also the year when the players began to write their own epics.
But Brando stared at the night sky, thinking about something else. The Year of Swords. This was the year that would decide Erouine's fate. Whether history would return to glory and glory, or follow its original path into the abyss, it seemed that the time was not far away.
The young Lord lowered his head and looked at the Loop of Trade Winds under the night sky.
The circulation of the atmosphere formed a huge cyclone. It started from the southern foot of the Kalanga Mountains, traversed the entire peninsula, and went straight up to the clouds. At that moment, it was as if an ancient giant beast was lying in front of the group.
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