Chapter 329 - Volume 3
Chapter 108 – Trentheim and the young lord (8)
Bosley’s initial surprise quickly abated.
“My lord, perhaps these refugees do exist, but the majority of them are sick and old. The strong workforce that you want to have are of value to the nobles too, so you wouldn’t be able to get them. I’m afraid these refugees would not be of much use to you.”
“Accepting and spending money on the sick and elderly proves that we are sincere in accepting everyone. It also doesn’t mean there are no able people amongst the refugees. Some of the youths would want to stay together with their families, and most of the nobles would not accept them because they have to feed every mouth. The women are capable of farmwork, sewing, and many other things, while the young are the future of this territory.”
Brendel had already made long-term plans for Aouine’s feature. Not many people did so in this generation because of the civil war.
“In any case, I have considered these issues before and it’s not a big problem. The people we have will be the future of this region. I’ll even give these foolish nobles a free lesson who can’t see this point. Therefore, I’m requesting that you get as many people as you can to come to this region.”
“Fine, you have the population, but what about the food?”
Bosley was still not fully convinced, though he had to admit that Brendel’s methods captured the populace’s heart very well as he continued to stay in Firburh.
It was no wonder Brendel was grinning from ear to ear when he looked at him.
“Are you even listening to me, you damned rascal?” Bosley scowled, his fury reaching new heights.
“Of course I am. I’m completely satisfied.” Brendel nodded.
“I can see you’re satisfied, but I’m asking you what this is for.” Bosley felt exhausted. He found that it was an exhausting task to speak to Brendel; it was as if the youth was always thinking of something else.
“Don’t worry, you will get to know what it’s for in a few moments. I just don’t think that it’s better that I’m not the one to tell you about it—”
“What do you—?” Bosley was confused.
But someone knocked on the door right at that moment. The old man was rarely disturbed when he entered this room to rest. His eyebrows bunched up together and he roared: “Who?”
“It’s me, Grandmaster Bosley.” The voice outside the door sounded as though the person shrank back.
“How the blazes would I know who you are, you fool!” Bosley became angrier when he saw the youth in front of him looking like he was half-smiling: “Spit it out, what do you want, you better find a good reason to convince me or I’ll be tossing you out of the workshop!”
“Erm…… I’m looking for Lord Brendel……”
The old man blinked a few times and cast a doubtful look at Brendel, who nodded.
“Come in!” Bosley then replied.
The door opened with Bosley’s reply. The person who was standing outside was indeed the youth Mordenkainen. His duck familiar was not with him, but there was a strange looking person beside him.
A short body entirely covered by a long robe.
“A Dwarf?” Bosley muttered to himself.