The carriage soon arrived at Valhalla and stopped in the central district after passing through a gate on the huge tree roots. Brando looked at the scenery outside and gestured to Felaern to stop. He opened the door, jumped out of the carriage, and saw the little prince waiting not far away.
"Teacher."
Haruz bowed respectfully to Brando with the courtesy a student should have. Behind him stood Maynild, and another figure in a white linen robe who looked like an ancient Greek goddess, but with snake hair and prismatic eyes. She was a Medusa. Brando had heard of this Medusa named Lysemeka, but today was the first time he met her face to face.
"Your Highness, how has your swordsmanship improved in the past two months?"
Haruz's face turned red, and he could not answer.
It didn't seem to be very good. Brando smiled and patted the little prince on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it's okay."
At this time, several green vines hung down from the canopy of Valhalla, hundreds of meters high. These vines were as thick as an arm, and the ends were intertwined to form a basket. Brando let Haruz, Maynild, and the little Roman ride in one basket with him, and the rest of the people ride in another. After he gave an order, the vines began to rise slowly. Although it was not the first time the little Roman had taken this kind of transportation, she was still looking around excitedly. She swung the rattan basket in the air and shouted, scaring Haruz so much that he clutched the edge of the basket tightly. But when it reached a certain height, the merchant girl also clutched the edge of the basket tightly and obediently stayed still.
"Swordsmanship is not everything, Haruz." Brando looked at the gradually shrinking hills and brown forest under his feet and continued the previous topic. "If I remember correctly, after next month you will be thirteen years old."
Haruz looked at his teacher with some confusion and nodded.
"Starting next month, I will teach you magic."
"Magic?" Haruz was slightly stunned. "I can learn magic too, teacher?"
"Of course." Brando nodded and said no more. Suddenly, he felt a gaze on him and realized that Maynild was staring at him. The female Knight seemed to have recovered from her injuries. Today, she was wearing a tight military uniform and looked very heroic. "What's wrong, Miss … Maynild?" Brando asked.
"You plan to teach His Royal Highness magic? Have you reported this to Her Royal Highness?" Maynild asked.
"Not yet, but Haruz is very talented in magic. He has wasted too much time on the path of swordsmanship. Why not try another path? Thirteen years old is too late to learn swordsmanship, but it is the right time to learn magic. Who knows, he might become an outstanding wizard in the future. "He laughed." As for Her Royal Highness, I will report this to her. "
The rattan basket quickly rose to the top. There were many wooden trestles extending from the central square, making it convenient for the people in the rattan basket to step on. Amandina, who had arrived at Valhalla first, was already waiting for them. She was holding a pile of unknown parchments, and behind her was Tia and the rest of the Tiger-Sparrow Mercenaries. When she saw Brando, Roman, and Felaern, Tia was pleasantly surprised and called out to her sister. Amandina gave him a look. Brando understood and asked, "They're here?"
Amandina nodded her head.
"Where are they?" Brando asked.
"Lady Tania doesn't like noisy places, so I arranged for her to rest in the side hall."
If she didn't like noisy places, why would she open a shop in downtown Ampere Seale? Brando shook his head in confusion. "Let's go see her first."
As expected, the nominal owner of the item arrived as scheduled.
When Amandina pushed open an arched door with a carved pattern on the surface, a Faerie lady was sitting peacefully on the round wooden table in the side hall. She knelt on the cushion. A small cushion was specially prepared for her on the table. On a tea table the size of a box was a small white porcelain tea set filled with fragrant tea. When she saw Brando and the others behind Amandina and Amandina, she turned back, held the teacup with both hands, took a sip, and then gently put it down.
"The council is very dissatisfied, little one." The Faerie lady's first words silenced the hall.
Medusa Lysmeka stared at the silver star brooch on the Faerie lady's chest as if she had been pricked.
"Originally, not everyone agreed to leave the Azure Lance with you for protection. It was Master William and I who found a way to persuade the council to stand against the majority, but now you've put us in a passive position."
"Aunt Tania, this isn't all our fault. I think you should understand that." Brando motioned for Ferlyn to close the door and replied innocently, "Back then, you promised me that the illusion you cast on the Azure Lance would never be seen through by anyone, unless that person was a living sage. But now that living sage is still in Eleranta, and your lance has been stolen by Cruz's people."
Tania raised her eyelids and looked at him with some surprise through her silver-rimmed glasses. "Don't talk nonsense, little one. If you hadn't used it to deal with a real god, how could the illusion on the Azure Lance have dissipated?"
"But Scarlet wasn't around at the time. If it can't even withstand a little fluctuation of divine power, I think this so-called strongest illusion is a bit too unworthy of its name, isn't it?"
"If I tell Luo An what you said exactly, do you think he'll come looking for you like a mad lion?" Tania was almost amused by this sophistry. "A little fluctuation of divine power from your mouth destroyed three cities and blew up the Deadly Tundra into a barren land. Don't think we don't know." She knocked on the white porcelain teacup and asked, "This cup is good. Why do you have a Faerie tea set here? Did you prepare it especially for me?"
"That's for the light spirits." Brando glanced at the tea set and answered casually.
"You're just like your grandfather. You don't know how to make a woman happy at all." Tania rolled her eyes at him. "The council means that the Azure Lance must be taken back."
"Isn't that simple?" Brando continued. "With your strength, you can easily subdue the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The Azure Lance is ours to begin with. In this matter, Cruz's people are the ones in the wrong. If you come forward and ask them to return it, I'm sure they won't dare to refuse."
"Naive little one, it's not that simple." Tania replied. "Although Buga is the most powerful country in the world, Cruz's people are not to be underestimated. The land under the control of the Holy Cathedral of Fire is vast and the population is large. The enmity between two such large forces involves a series of complicated issues, not to mention war. To tell you the truth, little one, the possibility of persuading the council is zero. "
"Then you want to take back the Azure Lance, don't you?"
Brando said softly, "I see. You're counting on me again."
The Faerie squinted at him. "Stop pretending. You already knew, didn't you?"
Brando smiled without embarrassment. "But Aunt Tania, you can see that I can't be a match for the behemoth that is the Cruz Empire, unless someone is helping Erouine behind the scenes."
"Apart from direct intervention-" Tania began.
"Apart from direct intervention-" Brando repeated affirmatively.
"Tell us, what do you want us to do?"
Brando gestured to Amandina who was beside him. Amandina hurriedly unfolded the rolls of parchment she had been holding in her arms and spread them on the table. They were several drawings. The Faerie flipped them open one by one and understood after reading them. "Cruz's frigate. You want us to help you build this thing?" She leaned over the drawings and looked back at Brando. Brando nodded, then shook his head.
"I want you to help me build ten of these frigates. Of course, you'll pay for them. But more than that, I want you to help me build a large magic dock in Valhalla. This magic dock must have the technical standards after the Year of Thunder. It must be able to build at least the smallest type four battleships. The dock must have a gargoyle casting workshop that can provide at least a brigade of gargoyles for the dock and port as an air defense force. At the same time, you'll also help this dock train the third phase of shipwrights and supporting professional wizards."
Tania glanced at him in surprise. "You seem to know a lot about magic shipbuilding?"
"A little," Brando replied somewhat proudly. "I just don't want to be deceived."
"Hmph, a piece of cake. Any city in Buga has the ability to build a dock like this for you alone. We won't go as far as to cheat for something like this." Tania casually flipped through the Cruz frigate drawings that Brando and Amandina regarded as treasures. She replied with some disdain. "Only you would look up to this kind of rubbish drawings."
"Rubbish?"
"Cruz's technology comes from the Wind Elves. Don't tell me you don't know who taught the Wind Elves their magic warship technology?"
Of course, Brando knew. In this world, only Buga's craftsmen could have such confidence. One of the two poles of Wohnde's magic engineering technology was now in front of him. He took a light breath and asked, "Are you saying that you can help us build a type one battleship? The Dragon of Akagash class? "
"Eh, how do you know about the Dragon of Akagash class?" Tania asked with some surprise. "Of course not."
The Dragon of Akagash class was the latest type of battleship that Buga had been building since the Cold Moon Era. It was also the revolutionary main ship of the future slate war. Of course, Brando did not count on it. It was just a casual remark. He asked again, "What about the older ones?"
"That's also impossible."
"What about the frigate?"
Tania shook her head. "Little guy, just give up. The Silver Council only cares about themselves. It's already an exception that they're willing to help you. It's impossible to convince those old guys. Even if they help you build a magic dock, they can only use the Wind Elves or Cruz's technology. As for the gargoyles, anyway, it's already leaked technology before the Second Holy War, so it won't be too difficult. As for the rest, don't think too much. "
"Sigh," Brando sighed, as if he had already expected this. "If that's the case, Aunt Tania, why do you have to ignite my hope?"
"Because you're an idiot," the Faerie replied snappily. "Although we can't do it, someone else can."
"Who?"
"The Hazel people. The Hazel people are Cruz's mortal enemies. If one day you really stand on the opposite side of the Empire, I can find a way to contact them for you. I'm sure those arrogant shorties will be happy to help you become a thorn in the Empire's side." She glanced at Brando and replied, "You don't look down on their technology, do you?"
"Of course, of course I look down on them!" Brando reacted and was overjoyed. What a joke, one of the two extremes of magic technology. How would he dare to look down on it? It's just that the Hazel people had little contact with the outside world, so he didn't dare to think about it.
Tania patted the blueprint and asked again, "So, this is all you want?"
Brando immediately shook his head. "Of course not, Aunt Tania. Naturally, I can't take ten frigates to the Empire to take back the Azure Lance. This previous request is only the premise of our cooperation. It's to guard against the possible retaliation the Empire may launch against Erouine after I take back the Azure Lance. And I'm going to take back the Azure Lance. This is a difficult task in itself, and I need your unreserved support. "
The Faerie looked at him with a look that said 'I knew you would say that', and said, "You're not going to say that you need a battleship to go to the Empire to take back the Azure Lance, are you?"
Brando smiled awkwardly. Obviously, she had hit the nail on the head. He hurriedly shook his head and said, "Of course not. I just want some small things, Aunt Tania."
After reaching a preliminary consensus, the subsequent discussion was much easier. Of course, this ease was relative to one side. When the two-hour bargaining process flashed by, Brando was satisfied, but Tania's expression did not look good. "If your grandfather was half as smart as you, he wouldn't have ended up like that." These were the original words of a certain Faerie. Of course, although she seemed very dissatisfied, she still accepted Brando's request to stay for the banquet hosted by Valhalla. After all, both sides knew very well that these deals were just a drop in the ocean for Buga.
And when Amandina followed Brando out of the side hall of Valhalla's town hall, she couldn't help but wonder if she was still in a dream. Although she had long been used to big scenes, she still asked Brando in a low voice in disbelief, "My Lord, Lady Tania really agreed to give us a thousand gargoyles?"
Brando nodded.
"And three hundred steel golems?"
Brando nodded again.
"And Ether Dragons?"
Brando probably guessed the thoughts of his Lady Aide. He turned back and replied, "We're just helping the Buga deal with the inventory. These things are outdated technology to them. Every year, they're overstocked in the warehouse, and they need to pay for maintenance. Even if they're scrapped, it still costs a lot of money. On the other hand, they're more profitable by giving them to us. After all, they're not giving them away for free, and we still have to work for them."
"But those are gargoyles, my Lord. In the early years in Erouine, if any noble had a gargoyle as a guard in their castle, it would be an incomparably glorious thing. It's incredible that we have so many at once. " Amandina could hardly imagine that these things were just junk that Brando said the Buga were eager to get rid of. It was as if until this moment, she had a direct understanding of the power of the legendary Silver Kingdom. Of course, she also had a stronger understanding of her Lord's exorbitant demands. If it were her, she would never dare to ask the Buga for such an exorbitant price.
But in fact, compared to these things, Brando was more concerned about the small deal at the end. He hoped that Tania would come forward to help him collect some special materials that Valhalla urgently needed. In terms of the richness of collections in the world, there was probably no one who could compare to the white-bearded wizards of the Silver Alliance.
It took a while for Amandina to recover from her dizziness. She rubbed her forehead and asked in a low voice, "My Lord, where shall we go next?"
Brando nodded.
"Cruz's people gave us trouble, so we naturally have to give them some trouble," he replied. "Let's go, let's go see Prince Lenarette."
The two left the side hall one after the other. Behind them, Prince Haruz was about to follow but was grabbed by the arm. The little prince looked back at Medusa Lysemeka who grabbed him in confusion and asked, "Sister Lysemeka, what's the matter?"
Lysemeka put a finger to her lips and gestured for him to be quiet. She hissed and whispered, "That Count is your teacher?"
Haruz nodded.
"Does he support you to be king?"
Haruz shook his head. "I don't want to be king, Sister Lysemeka, but don't tell my sister, she'll scold me."
"Well, little one," Lysemeka patted his little head. "Whether you want to be king or not, you must hold on tight to your teacher. In your little country, I'm afraid no one can be more capable than him."
"What's the matter, Sister Lysemeka?" Haruz was a little puzzled.
"Nothing," Lysemeka suddenly asked. "Little prince, can you let me go with you to that whatever empire?"
"Didn't you not want to go, Sister Lysemeka?"
"I've changed my mind."
"Oh," Haruz said, "I think it should be okay. I can pick a few people to accompany me. I'll let Madam Wen Ze stay."
"Thank you, little one." Medusa Lysemeka licked her lips with her forked tongue and looked strangely in the direction Brando left. "It's interesting to be able to command the Bugas."
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