Chapter 13: Vision

Back to the castle, Bran ran to the library, found the map around the castle, and various architectural materials, and began to think about how to draw the next big pie. For several days, Bran removed the routine training of knight skills, and spent the rest of the time in the library. He needs to understand the general collection, processing, transportation, and transaction methods of stone and timber.
Bran hammered his head in annoyance, and found that he knew nothing about everything. In the original time and space, the information society, many things are like this, after hearing it, then forget it. It seems that everything is known and understood. When you really want to study it carefully, it is like now, and nothing is clear. When books are used, they hate less, just like now. I planned to use three days to make a rough plan, but 10 days later, Bran still hasn't finished it.
At dinner, the Duke looked at Bran, who was holding food in his mouth, and asked in a humorous tone: "Bran, how is the territory built?"
Bran thought, and smoothly took out two metal from his body. Under the gaze of others, the metal in his hand slowly changed its shape, first a circle of the outer retaining wall, and then the inner ladder platform was lifted up layer by layer. On the third floor, a two-story corned attic towers above it. The entire model is carved with jade. If you look closely, you will find that the forms of various cats are wrapped around the fence, appearing on the ground, and in the steps. Everyone stared at this intricate model with shining eyes.
After doing this, Bran gasped a little, and it was a bit difficult for him to make this model. But Bran didn't care about this. He put the model on the table, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and explained: "I want to use the mound to build a three-tier platform, and then divide it into four areas." His hand drew a cross on the model.
"The second and third floors are rest areas." Pointing to the four areas on the ground floor in turn, said: "Blacksmith shop, warehouse, stables and doghouse. There are some details, I need to think again."
Speaking of this, Bran looked at his father: "I need stonemason and carpenter."
The duke spread his hands and made an expression of helplessness: "This year the castles in the territory need to be repaired, and the family's vassals also asked to send masons to repair their castles. And after they have finished their military service, I have no right to requisition them for free. they."
Listening to the Duke’s explanation, Bran’s belly slandered, there is a shortage of technical talents everywhere! Then he raised his hand and prepared to destroy the model, but the duke stopped him in time: "Stay, it's pretty good."
The Duke hesitated, pointing to the model and asked: "How did you do it?" He made a bend with his hand, "You need to pinch it a few days ago."
Bran thought for a while and replied: "It's just a habit. I'm used to using hands. So when I first awakened, I used my hands to do it subconsciously. In fact, it is ability that has an effect, and it has nothing to do with the movements of these hands.
After a pause, Bran continued: "During my studies these days, I sorted out some materials, made some mistakes in the process of recording, and lost my temper." Bran made a beating action, "and all the papers It became a sky full of confetti."
Bran raised the knife in his hand, and the knife slowly turned into a spoon, and then slowly returned to its original state. Bran smiled triumphantly: "Just like this, the operation of magic power does not require the command of hands, more is consciousness." Bran didn't notice at all at this time, he was like a child who had obtained a fresh toy. Show and show off to people around you.
He has forgotten, and is ready to fool his elder brothers and sisters who have money to pay, and some are out, and serve as a condiment in the pie he just drew. The climax of the dinner was that Bran took the black cat flowers as the blueprint and turned his table knives and other utensils into exquisite statues of different sizes and gave them to his brothers and sisters. Finally, amidst the compliments, Bran, who was over-consuming his magic power, set his feet off the table...