"Look! That butcher is out! ”

In the Chaldees. The moment Morgan walked out of the Cathedral of the Holy Light, he was immediately "overwhelmed" by the nobles guarding the door of the church.

They had all heard everything that was going on in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and they knew about Varian. Wryon went crazy and personally raised the butcher's knife against the nobles, and in one day and one night, 60% of the nobles of the entire Stormwind Kingdom were slaughtered by Varian, and this disaster against the nobles easily set off the greatest fear in the hearts of these nobles.

So much so that they did something very irrational.

"The Butcher of the Stormwind Kingdom is coming to kill us! Run! ”

Some of the bastards who were afraid of the chaos of the world hid in the nobles, shouting loudly and demagogic voices, while more minor nobles clenched their fists angrily, as if they would rush up and grab Chaldeans by the collar at any moment to give him a good look.

However, this team of hundreds of people did not dare to come forward at all... Because the Chaldeans were guarded by more than a dozen heavily armed knights of cathars, armed with glittering weapons, any attack on the clergy in a land that belonged to the Pope would be seen as a provocation to the teachings of the Light.

And the appearance of these knights of the apologists, who only obey the orders of the Pope, also represents a terrible meaning...

"Chaldea, this Varian lackey, has tempted the Pope!"

A shrill shout stirred the hearts of all the little nobles present:

"Kill him! Let the Pope hear us, O O Enforce our justice! ”

"Bang"

A loud spiritual bang erupted in the crowd, quieting the noisy shouts in unison at this moment.

Chaldean's hand shone with the light of a shadow, and the soul scream he threw just now was deliberately suppressed by the power, if he did it with all his might, I am afraid that these guys would go crazy on the spot, but this is not what Chaldea wants to see, or rather, he doesn't look down on these guys who can only talk about it, even if it is used to execute the conspiracy, they are not qualified.

And it wasn't until this moment that these instigated guys remembered another identity of Chaldea, the person in front of them was the leader of the Shadow Priest faction of the Holy Light Church, the most powerful and mysterious Shadow Priest in the entire human empire.

If they really want to fight, with their little three-legged cat effort, it is estimated that they will be easily slaughtered by Chaldea alone.

"Who's going to kill me?"

The Chaldean priest turned the rosary in his hand, he took a few steps forward, the little nobles in front of him pale to make way for him, the archbishop saw the noble boy who was squatting on the ground, trembling, just now he was inciting the others to rush up and kill the Chaldeans... It is a pity that the teenager underestimated the strength of the Chaldeans and his means.

"Look me in the eye, child, tell me, who sent you?"

Chaldea looked at the young man who was hairy with the power of the heart in a gentle tone that a priest should have, he looked like he was just a child, he didn't even dare to raise his head and look at Chaldean, but Chaldea saw the coat of arms pinned to the child's chest, he sighed, and patted the child on the shoulder:

"I don't know if you're here at Duke Shavik's behest, or if you want to..."

"But for me and His Majesty Varian, bring a message to Duke Shavik, since he has left the Stormwind Kingdom, don't come back, and enjoy his old age in other kingdoms, the country he loves so much is undergoing a great transformation, he will finally see the Stormwind Kingdom reborn from the ashes, he will finally know..."

"What we have done is just..."

The Chaldean priest stood up, he looked back at the nobles behind him, a trace of calm flashed in his eyes, and he said without a trace of fireworks:

"As for you... Enjoy your decaying blissful time. ”

"The flame of the era of the Great Revolution has been ignited, it is burning in the kingdom of Stormwind, and one day, it will burn on you too, this is unstoppable, at least you can't stop it!"

"By that time... At the dawn of a beautiful new era, in the ashes of a decaying old world, I will wait for you to come... Confession! ”

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"The last time I was here, the foundations of the palace had just been laid."

Gerbin on a seat in a black carriage galloping through the streets of New Stormwind. Mecatok reached out and lifted the curtains, looking at the coastal city that had taken shape and was constantly expanding.

This dwarf looked a little older than when he was first rescued, probably because of the fact that he had lived on Okaz Island far from the mainland in recent years, so that Mecatok's already small hair now looked almost all gone.

But this dwarf is in a good state of mind, it is said that he has had a lot of new inventions on that closed island in recent years, and it is clear that after breaking away from the business model of the Black Iron Zone, he no longer has to worry about his inventions being used in wars and killings, so that Mecatok's psychological burden is much less.

"Are there any celebrations you've had here these days?"

The gnome looked curiously at the people gathered everywhere in the street, although there were no festive banners around the street, and there were no streamers and garlands, but the joy on the people's faces mixed with the expression of anticipation made the dwarf see at a glance that the city seemed to have just experienced something... Well, the "joyful" thing.

Faced with Mecatok's question, the big man of MI7 sitting opposite him, Madias. Chief Shore smiled mildly, handed the dwarf a cup of tea, his gray-blue eyes looked out the window, and he whispered meaningfully:

"There is no celebration, but probably every year after yesterday will be listed as a great holiday... A festival where an entire country was given freedom. ”

"Oh, that sounds really good."

Mecatok belongs to the kind of typical dwarf with a high IQ but average EQ, he didn't hear the deep meaning of Shore's words, and he didn't think too much, and next to this extremely smart dwarf, there was a heavy black suitcase, Shore knew that it was the essence of Mecatok's research in the past few years, and he would carry this thing with him wherever he went.

"So, what is your king doing when he invited me here?"

The dwarf asked casually while drinking the cool tea:

"I declare in advance that if I help you make weapons, I will not agree! I've stressed this many times. ”

"No, not to make weapons."

Shore shook his head, and he replied calmly:

"Actually, we need your wisdom, Mr. Mercatok, the Stormwind Kingdom is in ruins, and in the past few days, His Majesty Varian has managed to "convince" the nobles to agree to the process of industrialization throughout the kingdom, but we need a professional who can see the whole picture to take charge of this huge project..."

"Oh? Aristocrat? ”

Mecatok pushed his cool engineering goggles, and with a hint of dwarf taunt, he said:

"If human civilization is compared to a wheel that is advancing, then your nobles are definitely the most backward on the wheel, but the most critical cog, as long as they exist, no matter how hard I try, this wheel will never move faster... I've lived in the Commonwealth for a few years, and although I don't like the business environment of the Commonwealth, I have to admit that you're pretty much living in a different era than they are. ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Mekatok."

Shore listened to the spicy mockery of the unobtrusive dwarf in front of him, he shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head to taste the sweet tea, and he whispered:

"There will be no more people on this land who will hinder your industrialization... I promise! ”

A few minutes later, Mecatok's carriage stopped in the court of Stormwind, and the gnome declined the servant's request to help him carry the box, and he easily grabbed the heavy box with a strange golden mechanical arm attached to a slender arm, and then followed Shore and walked directly into Varian. In the drawing room of Wrynn.

When the dwarf walked in the garden of this palace, he snorted keenly, he looked left and right a little blankly, although it had been cleaned by the servants more than a dozen times, but in this garden, there was still a faint smell of blood lingering... It makes people can't help but feel hairy.

"Ah, welcome, Mr. Mercatok."

With the help of his servants, Varian, who had changed into a loose robe, saw the dwarf master walking into the drawing room, he walked quickly, bent down, and shook hands with the dwarf, and Mercatok could easily see the bloodshot in Varian's eyes through his engineering glasses, which meant that the king probably hadn't had a good rest in days.

But he didn't say anything... Gnomes are like this, with terrible IQ at the same time, their emotional intelligence is pitifully weakened, and the more advanced the engineering study of the dwarf craftsman, the more prominent this problem is manifested.

"I know you're a time-cherishing person, so I won't waste your time, so I'll just say it."

Varian invited Mecartok to sit on the couch, then picked up a box from his desk and handed it to the gnome, who opened it to reveal a gilded copy of the text, and behind it, the seal of the House of Wryon and the seal of an organization called the Stormwind Council.

It was a letter of appointment.

"Huh? You invited me to be the Minister of Industry of the Stormwind Kingdom? ”

Mecatok pressed on his engineering glasses, and the four layers of lenses bounced open, revealing his blue eyes full of wisdom, and the dwarf master craftsman waved the letter of appointment in his hand, and he asked rhetorically:

"A full 15 years? Are you going to trap me in your kingdom for 15 years? ”

"No, it's a calculated number of time!"

Varian held a glass of wine with ice cubes, and he slowly explained to the dwarf in front of him:

"They had less than 300,000 people when the federation began to industrialize, and it took them almost 10 years to barely complete this great movement, or rather, the first phase."

"And in my kingdom, there are 1.95 million freemen, considering that the Stormwind Kingdom has almost zero foundation, even if there is such a labor force, it is estimated that it will take at least 15 years to complete the initial stage of industrialization..."

"Nope! You miscalculated! ”

Mecatok unceremoniously interrupted Varian's narrative, and as a researcher, he seriously analyzed Varian:

"The Federation's primary industrialization movement was completed in 10 years because they had a large number of undead laborers to drive, those undead did not need rest, did not need training, did not need vacations, could rotate 24 hours a day, their 10 years were built on the basis of terrible exploitation and oppression of undead labor, but such a perfect labor force is not available in your country, and that miracle cannot be replicated!"

"With all due respect, in a country like the Stormwind Kingdom, where humans are subjective, to reach the current level of industrialization of the Federation, even without the obstruction of the nobles, even if you copy the perfect time-tested technology tree of the Federation, you will need... At least 30 years! Again, this is based on your support for any of my actions with the utmost determination! ”

"And I can tell you so unceremoniously, Varian, that it would take more money to complete primary industrialization than you can imagine, and that would probably require cutting off all of Stormwind's income for 30 years! It's not even necessarily enough... And obstruction by the religious community is also a problem, and in the end... What about raw materials? What about merchants? I produce something, to whom do I sell it? These are all questions you haven't considered! ”

Mecatok looked at Varian, who he had expected to contradict him, but didn't...

The human king's eyes shone with a sly sparkle as he snatched the letter of appointment from Mercatok's hand, then took a quill and changed the 15-year offer to 30 years, and handed it back to the gnome.

Varian leaned back on the couch at a leisurely pace, drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and then slammed the quilt on the table, staring at Mecatok with his wolf-like blue eyes, and after a moment, Varian asked softly:

"30 years! I give you enough money, I give you all the decrees you need, I give you maximum freedom..."

"My Minister of Industry... Let's get to work! Your office is right next door to me..."

"So, starting today, let's address the questions you raised one by one!"

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