Vol 3 Chapter 92

Act 92: Brando's Chief Architect (second)

The count's instructions made the young man on the sofa snorted softly, and he had to admit that killing someone with a knife was a good move.

But that confidant was a little surprised, and quickly lowered his head. No one knows more about this Earl's order than anyone else. Madara's invasion has brought unprecedented difficulties to the mountain people. At this moment, for those people in the middle of the forest, it is tax-free. It is still a life-saving measure to save some young and middle-aged food.

Therefore, the other party must not refuse or refuse.

As for war, hasn't it always been commonplace for those barbarians?

He immediately estimated in his mind that this time, even if not counting the army of Madara and Sir Palas, the army of the mountain people alone might exceed 10,000.

This number made him a little shaken. This time the Lord, who has always been low-key, is determined to show his strength to the Grand Prince Alec and Princess Griffin.

But how many years haven't this happened? Ten years, or twenty years? Since the last turmoil in the kingdom, it seems that a generation has grown up in a blink of an eye.

But this does not mean that the old man has lost his former courage.

The follower has made Count Deneer's confidant secretly look at his lord and the young man sitting on the sofa for many years. The older Count is already pale and pale, but his eyes are gloomy and sharp.

All three present understood that when the two letters were sent, the pace of war could no longer be stopped. But the situation is so wonderful. When everyone focused their eyes on the impending war in the north, the beginning of this civil war was unveiled on the southernmost border of this ancient country that no one noticed.

Here Tonigel seemed to be forgotten by everyone.

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The footsteps of war are quietly approaching--

But at this moment Brando didn't know much about this army from Jean Denaire and about to be under pressure.

He may understand that the course of history has changed. Once the news of Sir Mintai's defeat is heard, it means that he is included in the huge roulette of the civil war that determines the fate of Eruin.

As for the result, it depends on the next performance of the parties.

But Brando was thinking the most at this moment, but it wasn't the issue. He was sitting on the carriage from Shavrund to Fir City at the moment. The carriage was bumpy because of the road in the mountains, but the young man just looked at the blue-blue sky in the mountains outside the window for a while. Dreamy.

He left everything at the Shavrund Silver Mine and boarded the carriage to Firthaw Fortress overnight, not because he had learned that the army of Count Denel was about to be under pressure, nor was it from the Princess Regent Accurate reply.

But for another reason.

But Brando retracted his eyes from the changing scenery outside the window, and glanced back into the compartment, onto the familiar old dwarf opposite him-and then stared at the other with big eyes.

"Mr. Oldham," the young man said finally. "I want to know what's going on with you?"

"Well ...?" The old dwarf froze, and he put a piece of dessert in his mouth as he didn't quite understand, "What's the matter?"

In fact, since getting on the car, the old dwarf has been politely eating half of the dim sum prepared by Dark Gnevelo for his lord-now he is preparing to kill the remaining half.

Brando felt appetite as soon as he saw his food. Of course, this may have been the strategy of the old dwarf.

At least for now, it works.

"I remember I didn't invite you to come with me?" Brando said angrily: "Aren't you doing well in the mine, and I didn't let you leave there, what are you doing all day long before my eyes Shake it off. "

He thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and added: "Since this half month--"

"You mean this?" The old dwarf was almost choked, he patted his chest and swallowed the snack: "Well, uh ... ah, well said! Young man, this is a problem ..."

Brando felt his eyes twitch and felt that if he could, he would kick the guy off the carriage.

But now he is not in the mood, and just replied coldly: "So Mr. Oldham, can I ask you to get off the car now?"

"No, no, no!" The old dwarf quickly shook his stubby hand, "Of course not, of course not!"

"reason?"

"This ... uh, I think about it," Oldham was obviously a little bit embarrassed. He couldn't say that I actually wanted to examine whether your kid has become the king of the earth and the potential for all rune dwarves to follow?

He felt that if he wanted to say that, he would be treated as neuropathy by the other party.

The old dwarf thought and thought, and finally found a lame excuse: "little man, don't you need someone to act for you?"

Brando thought he was getting ridiculed. He said angrily, "Well, what can you do, old man?"

"I ..." Oldham blurted out: "I can mine, yes, I'm very good at mining. I ... I'm a dwarf of the dwarf, you know, although the rune dwarves are not good at this, But the gold dwarf is a good hand at mining ... "

"Yes, you don't have to say it," Brando shook his head. "Since you have such expertise in this area, why not stay in the mine?"

The old dwarf froze. He was there for a long time before he stuttered: "That ... I mean, although I am very good at mining, I actually want to change my job and do it ..."

He said, and barely smiled at Brando.

Smiled reluctantly.

"Oh?" Brando suddenly felt that talking to this guy was not so uncomfortable, at least the other party knew that his behavior was too weird: "What do you want to do?"

The young man asked with a malicious, coy tone.

The old dwarf scratched his head, which was a difficult problem for him. In addition to working in the mine, what else would he do? Oldham thinks this question is too ridiculous and weird. What is he joking about, what can a rune dwarf who grew up in the Golden Dwarf clans do besides his miners?

Isn't that embarrassing him on purpose?

If the average person asks this, Oldham must make the other person look good. But this time he also understood that he was asking for this embarrassing situation.

He hesitated again and again and finally said hard: "That ... I will build ... the building ..."

Oldham did not lie to Brando, the old dwarf would be a little bit so. Architecture and engineering are actually his hobbies-a hobby that comes from his belief that rune dwarves should have more or less knowledge of architecture.

However, of course, his knowledge of architecture did not come from the inheritance of rune dwarves, but some understanding of it; so to put it plainly, he was still a miner.

So when the old dwarf spoke, he was obviously not so energetic.

But Brando became interested. Others did not know what the Rune Dwarf did, but he did. He heard Oldham say that he would build, and suddenly felt bright, even the worry in his heart was lost for a moment.

"You said you would build?"

Brando's voice improved by three points.

But the raised voice of the young man startled the old dwarf instead. He had no confidence in answering, so he became even less motivated: "Yes ... it will be a little ..."

However, in the stubborn nature of the dwarf, Oldham suddenly realized that he could not be so weak, but he was a dwarf-and not just a dwarf, but the people of silver, the only blood of the rune dwarves!

He immediately coughed and replied, "Little guy, you see, anyone is from nothing. Although I can only be that little, it just shows that my experience is not enough. You also know that I It used to be a dry miner. "

These nonsense words sounded like a lot of loopholes. I am afraid that even the little Roman may not believe it here, but Brando, who has already risen to the superstition level of Rune Dwarf, listened to it.

The young man thought there was a door, and he nodded: "I see, you will build a city?"

"You want to build a city?"

The old dwarf was startled.

Building a city is not an ordinary construction project. He immediately thought that if he was going to build a city in his own capacity, he might end up in such a situation:

He could imagine that the city he was building was crookedly located somewhere and became a famous landscape in future generations. Of course, it was a negative teaching material. All rune dwarves, and even other dwarves, might come here-just like pilgrimage Feeling, and then said to his offspring.

Look, that's the work of the old dwarf Oldham—he even forgot to make the city gate.

The old dwarf immediately gave out a cold sweat, and he quickly shook his head to dispel this messy thought, because he saw the expectation on Brando's face--

"How?" Brando asked in a very tempting tone: "It's not just building a city, but a huge fortress group. As long as it is built, it can let your name go on forever- "

The young man lowered his voice and said in a distant tone: "Look, that's the work of the dwarven architect Oldham, it's the glory of the rune dwarf he regained-you won't know that your ancestors were best at it What is it? "

The rune dwarf's glory finally impressed Oldham, or rather, gave him a big peace of mind. Brando's scenes for him had completely forgotten that he was just a typical three-legged cat in this regard, and the old dwarf almost immediately firmed his mind.

He thought, yes, he was the descendant of the rune dwarf, no matter how bad he would be there.

So he nodded strongly.

it is good! Brando in the unknown is also loose in his heart. He feels that he really wants to sleep and someone sends a pillow. It seems that Lord Martha still cares for him. There is a descendant of the rune dwarf to help. Presumably it is not a big thing to build a fortress group Difficult.

Brando felt he was making a lot of money, and Oldham felt he was making a lot of money.

Both seemed to see a bright future for a while.

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