"Chris, you are here. Hey, what kind of building are you building?" Brent's voice came from behind.
Chris waved his hand, motioning for Brown to go down first, and then said: "Nothing, brother, why are you here?"
Brent said: "My father asked me to inform you to prepare and set off with him in two days."
"Don't the pioneering orders start in June? Today is only May 20th, why are you going so early?" Chris asked doubtfully.
"You don't know something." Brent explained, "Before the start of the pioneering order, the nobles and knights in the kingdom need to arrive at the border city of Solo City a few days in advance, under the unified command of the second prince, and distribute the Eagle Flag."
"And you can take this opportunity to make friends with nobles from other cities or even the royal capital, and maybe you can find business partners."
"So that's it." Chris suddenly realized that his predecessor had not awakened fighting energy, so he had not paid attention to matters related to the development order and knew very little about it.
"Hey, where did this pile of gray stones come from? They are so neatly cut." Brent glanced and saw the remaining green bricks that Brown and the others used to build the brick kiln.
Brent walked over, picked up a brick, weighed it twice, then turned his palm into a knife and slashed it hard.
This was his favorite game when he was a child. He came to Chris with a stone pillar, split it with his palm and asked his brother: "Look, is your brother awesome?"
Whenever he sees Chris' adoring eyes, Brent will feel a sense of superiority in his heart.
"Bang!"
The palm of his hand hit the blue brick, and the imaginary image of shattering did not appear, but Brent felt strong pain. He picked up his hand and looked at it, and found that the bottom of his palm was slightly red.
"Damn it, where is the stone mined here? It's too hard, right?" Brent didn't believe in evil. As a third-level knight, he couldn't even beat a broken brick. This made him lose face, so he released a silver
Fighting, shoot again.
"Boom!"
The blue bricks withstood the huge force and were embedded directly into the ground, splashing large amounts of smoke and dust, choking and making people cough.
But, it's still intact.
Brent opened his mouth wide in surprise and was able to stuff an egg into it.
He took out his sword again, carried his fighting spirit, and stabbed it hard.
The tip of the sword rubbed sparks on the green bricks, cutting out some fine stone powder, leaving a shallow mark.
Brent quickly came to Chris with his head in hand and asked excitedly: "Where did you mine these stones?"
"It's very hard, right?" Chris said, "Brother, don't you think it's useless? Mining and cutting such a hard stone is time-consuming and laborious."
"Shit!" Brent rolled his eyes, "If you build a castle with this thing, even if the sky falls, I will still be safe. Please tell me which mountain it was mined from."
Chris shook his head and said: "There isn't any mountain."
"Well, Chris, it was a waste of time for me to come all the way here to deliver the news to you, and you actually have to go out on your own behind my back." Brent blew his nose.
Chris said angrily: "It's made of clay!"
Brent opened his mouth and said in disbelief: "Did it?"
"If you want, you can buy it from me for twenty coppers per brick."
Brent was so angry that he said, "Are you crazy? Twenty coppers per brick? Why don't you go and grab it! Even if you spend all the money of the Viscount House, you can't build a castle for me."
"This is already a friendly price. If you weren't my brother, you wouldn't be able to buy it for thirty copper coins." Chris snorted, "These blue bricks are filled with expensive rare metals. Otherwise, why do you think they are so hard?"
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In fact, once the brick kiln starts production, even taking into account labor, clay, minerals and coal used to bake bricks, the cost of each brick will be less than one copper plate.
The reason why Chris quoted such a high price was to dissuade Brent from buying bricks.
Of course, even if my brother really wants to buy it, I don't mind making a lot of money.
"No wonder." Brent lowered his head, a little frustrated, "It seems that my dream of a castle is hopeless in my lifetime."
Chris smiled and comforted: "Don't be discouraged, you always have dreams, just in case they come true."
Brent raised his head and glanced at his brother, feeling that there was something cunning about this guy's smile.
"I'm in a bad mood right now, and I need dragon meat to soothe my wounded heart." Brent said.
Chris stretched out his palm and said, "Give me the money and I will cook it myself. You can eat as much as you want."
"Have you fallen in love with money?" Brent said dissatisfied.
Chris said angrily: "So many of my people are counting on me for food. If we don't have money, why don't they all just drink the northwest wind?"
"I really don't understand you. You sold all the dragon meat and earned enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Why do you need to recruit so many people to build it?"
Chris shook his head without explaining much.
Edmond's Black Magician Association, hidden in the darkness, is a sharp sword hanging above his head.
The two sides are already in a fight to the death.
If they didn't have other things to do now and couldn't spare their time, I'm afraid they would have been wiped out long ago.
What’s the point of making more money?
Therefore, Chris needs to recruit subjects to provide reputation and promote himself.
The blue brick city wall will be the first line of defense against the Edmund Association in the future.
"Let's go back."
Chris rushed back to the castle with Brent. He was not stingy to that extent, and was still willing to give out a pound of dragon meat to entertain his brother.
After eating a pound of dragon meat, my whole body felt warm.
Brent spread out on the chair and said: "When we two brothers become powerful in the future, we must kill another evil dragon. Dragon meat tastes so good. There are also dragon teeth, dragon skin, and dragon scales. They are all good."
Something."
Chris said calmly: "There will be a chance."
Brent was thinking a lot and began to think about the future: "When the time comes, I will also use dragon teeth to make a sword. It would be great if it has special effects. I will also make a suit of dragon scale armor. It will look so domineering when it is worn!"
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Chris thought about it and suddenly said: "It can be built now."
Brent seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously asked: "How much?"
"Dragon teeth are one hundred gold coins. If I make dragon scale armor based on your figure, fifty dragon scales and a two-square-meter dragon skin are almost enough. I'll charge you one hundred and thirty. If you add up the whole set, it will be two hundred and three."
Ten gold coins."
They all have to be sold for money anyway, so why not sell them to your own brother so that the money doesn’t go to someone else’s land?
Brent's breathing became rapid and his heart was beating rapidly.
Although the three souls of the evil dragon are all in Chris's possession, Master Daniel cannot create equipment with special effects at his level, but they are genuine dragon tooth swords and dragon scale armors!