"Bang, bang"

With two mechanical sounds, the goblin clerk of the Federal Immigration Administration of Treasure Bay stamped the entry certificate belonging to the two of them on the visas of Sass and Anna, and the green-skinned goblin wearing a black uniform and a monocle handed out the visa with both hands, and at the same time whispered:

"It's your first time in the Federation, and I recommend you to take the Darkblade Consortium's famous "Voyager" train, which will lead all the way to the Night Town of the Twilight Federation, and enjoy the natural scenery of Thorn Valley along the way. ”

"Uh, is it really as fun as you say?"

Mr. Saas, who wore black-rimmed glasses and was dressed like a shrewd businessman, asked curiously, while the goblin clerk patted his chest and said triumphantly:

"The Darkblade Consortium never lies, especially when it comes to matters related to our reputation, according to last year's tourist traffic summary, 70% of the tourists who landed on the Treasure Coast will choose to visit the Forest Spirit House, where the two can also ride a huge thorn beast, roam the forest, go to the ancient troll ruins of Zulghrab to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and there is a large song and dance performance of "The Death of Haka" in the evening, which is very troll-like, and tourists who have been there say yes!"

The goblins spoke skillfully, and the dazed Sass couple bought a premium package, and then five minutes later, a strange vehicle pulled out of the port authority and stopped beside the Saas, and the goblin driver in the servant dress commanded the troll to put the newlyweds in the back of the mechanical vehicle, and then invited Sass and Anna to sit in the back of the vehicle.

With the sound of a horn, the rumbling four-wheeled car drove along the underground lane of Treasure Bay to the Thorn Valley tourist area.

Behind them, the goblin clerk of the immigration department whistled proudly, his performance this month has reached the target again, and he only needs to sell 3 more sets of tickets, and he will get a bonus this month.

The Sass couple sit in a strange engineering vehicle and drive all the way to the Forest Spirit House in North Thorn Valley, a journey that gets weird from the moment they enter Treasure Bay, and of course, it's a novel one.

Mr. Saass, who was dressed under a pseudonym, was lying comfortably in the back seat of the car, he pushed his black-rimmed glasses, looked at the visas that belonged to him and his wife, he carefully read the words on the visa, and looked at the red permit certificate on the visa.

"It's very different from us."

Alsace put down his visa and said to his wife, who was curiously looking at the surrounding scenery, with some emotion:

"The federal tax laws are much more elaborate than ours, and if you add them to a bureaucracy that is more administratively efficient, then they will tax a lot more than we do."

"More than this, I am more curious about when the tentacles of the Federation's commercial civilization will reach into the business district of Kul Tiras."

Gianna rubbed her forehead in some distress, she leaned into her husband's arms, and in the vibration of the engineering car, she whispered:

"I used to think that Lucill's trade route extended to Booty Bay to supply Kurtilas with necessities, but now it seems that Lucille and her husband Alexander are not doing business so innocently... You've also seen the two of them at the Treasure Cove Merchant House, where there is still a large amount of canvas and timber for shipbuilding, which is prohibited from export... The little girl who always followed me back then has now learned to make money by smuggling. ”

"I've also heard that Lucille and her husband have become federal citizens... Really, it makes me face her again. ”

"Lucill?"

Holding his wife, Alsace asked curiously:

"It's Lucille. Miss Vikres? Isn't she the last heir to the Vicres family of the kingdom of Kul Tiras? How could she become a federal citizen, and what about the territory of the Vikris family? ”

"Ugh..."

Gianna let out a long sigh, a hint of regret on her magically altered cheeks:

"That mountain was previously occupied by the undead, and before the arrival of the Blightcaller Druids, the undead were driven out, but the inhabitants of that place converted to the Blightcaller doctrine, and the kingdom only had nominal control there, but the Blightcallers had no intention of fighting the royal family, so Druswa is still part of Kurtilas."

"Maybe it's because I'm forced to be helpless, 3 years ago, Lucille handed over the territory of Drusva to the royal family of Kurtiras, and voluntarily gave up the inheritance of the Vikris family, after all, Lucille's parents suffered a tragic thing, leaving a girl, and she couldn't afford to fight against the other three nobles of Kurtilas, but even so, she shouldn't join the Federation... After all, her parents died at the hands of Tyrion. ”

Arthas frowned at this, and after a moment he stroked Gianna's long hair and asked softly:

"So what are you going to do? Anna, after all, she has been your friend since childhood. ”

"I'm going to meet her."

Gianna pursed her lips and said:

"I've asked, Lucille and her husband are now on vacation at the Manor in Northshire, which happens to be a stop on our trip, I'm going to take the time to meet her and ask her what the hell is going on, and if she's really on the run because she's been bullied by those disgusting nobles at home, I'll get justice for her!"

"Well, I've got your back!"

Arthas kissed his wife on the forehead, and then looked up, although the engineering car looked square-headed and strange-looking, but the speed was really not slow, just a few minutes, it approached the famous tourist resort Lin Jing House, which was a large park built in the jungle, and there was a strange circular sign at the door, on which a sentence was written in various languages.

"Visitors are welcome to come and visit... Lin Jing Paradise is endlessly fun. ”

Arthas shook his head at the rude welcome, but he took his wife's hand with great interest and walked into the traveling mecca under the guidance of the forest spirit's attendant.

After all, they're here for their honeymoon... Those things that bother you, let's talk about them later.

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While Arthas and Gianna are enjoying their world, a bestowal ceremony is underway in the glittering plains of Kalimdor, in the palace of New Stormwind by the sea.

This is Varian. King Urien's ceremony of honoring the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, who had contributed to the war of Silitsus, selected almost a tenth of the tens of thousands of surviving soldiers, and of course it was impossible for all of them to gather in the palace, only a small part of them were here, but they were the most loyal to King Varian.

The soldiers who can stand here have been closely reviewed by MI7, most of them are from civilian backgrounds, and some are from down-and-out nobles, but there are no members of big noble families, in fact, there are very few big nobles in the current Stormwind Kingdom, and the war when the Darkblade Legion captured Stormwind City was very rapid, and the noble families of the kingdom were forced to move north to the north before they had time to transfer their wealth.

But the other nobles of the empire are not helpful guys, in the new environment of displacement, many of the once rich families have become depressed, and after arriving in the New World, the nobility of the Stormwind Kingdom is nearly two-thirds less than in its heyday, it can be said that among the current member states of the Human Empire, the Stormwind Kingdom is the least noble, but it is also the most serious land annexation.

At present, 14 of the 17 large settlements newly developed by the kingdom are in the hands of large and small nobles, and 5 of them are attached to the territory of the current regent of the kingdom, Duke Aberlock, and even the 5 territories planned to be developed this year have been secretly planned by the nobles, which of course cannot satisfy King Varian... In fact, King Varian, who had lived in the Commonwealth civilization for several years, no longer had a good impression of the nobility.

Although he was also from a noble background, the Ureon family had long since ceased to have control of the land in the New Kingdom after the great changes, which also proved the hypocrisy of the nobles, who sometimes did not even want to do superficial work, and the appearance of eating was really greedy.

The nobles occupy large territories, enslave the commoners, and retain the wealth that originally belonged to the center of the kingdom, and what is even more hateful is that in order to maintain their transcendent status, they monopolize the spread of knowledge and let the commoners continue to be ignorant, so as to stabilize the order of the territory, in the previous era, the characteristics of feudal civilization determined that Varian would not be aware of the harm of this behavior, but after the contrast, after seeing the new power, Varian was determined to break this cycle.

On top of that, Varian's proposal to develop basic industries through the Council of Nobles has been rejected for the third time, and the nobles have said in a high-sounding manner that the current civilization reconstruction of the Stormwind Kingdom has not yet been completed, and the people cannot even live and work in peace, so the king's idea is good, but it does not fit into the current form of the country, and they also persuade King Varian to be "calm" and "realistic".

Varyan almost wanted to vomit when he heard that kind of hypocritical words...

Through this recent period of understanding, Varian is well aware that the great craftsman Mercatok, who was once rescued by the empire with great efforts, is currently located on the island of Okaz near the dust swamp, which has been transformed into a huge factory by the master craftsman, and produced the first industrial products produced by the empire, as well as some industrial mother beds and other things, but because the island is so small, many ideas cannot be implemented.

The industrial progress of the empire has been difficult in recent years, although there have been several wars, but Varian sees very clearly that the main reason that hinders the industrial development of the empire is because of these nobles who eat the ancients... They were worried that the development of industry would drain too much manpower and lead to unstable order in their territories, and they were even more worried that the balance of power between the nobles and the oppressed caused by industrial progress would be contrasting, and that once advanced weapons fell into the hands of commoners, their rule would be overthrown.

In other words, they frantically resisted the progress of industry because they were afraid of the power of industry... They had forgotten the catastrophe of the near-destruction of the Human Empire in the north by the mechanized Darkblade Legion.

"Man will never betray his class... When they can't, they will even be willing to bury their own class. ”

Varian silently recited this sentence, in his heart, the stubborn old nobles have been marked with a big "X", but even if Varian is unwilling to admit it, in the current situation, he lacks a replacement for the rule of the kingdom, if the domestic aristocratic class is eradicated at one time, it will inevitably lead to chaos in the administrative system of the entire kingdom, and the existence of the nobles is necessary.

The king took a deep breath, he pushed open the palace gates, and he looked at the soldiers in front of him who were saluting him in unison, and at the excitement and determination on their faces, a smile appeared on Varian's lips.

These soldiers, these grassroots controllers of the future kingdom, are the "replacements" in his hands, and as long as they have enough experience in governance, he can begin to drastically reform the government of the Stormwind Kingdom.

He still needs to wait and endure... But the time for waiting and patience will not be long.

"In the future Stormwind Kingdom, there will be no more nobles..."

Varian waved to the soldiers, in exchange for a tsunami of cheers that resounded in the palace, and he said to himself inwardly:

"Or... They will only be a dispensable symbol! ”

"There will only be one voice in the new country I lead, and I don't need anyone else to dictate to me!"

Varian's eyes sparkled brighter and brighter, he had seen the future, a new system and a rising kingdom, in the Church of the Light Archbishop Chaldea and the new Field Marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom. Under the escort of Wimbane, the king stood on the innermost platform of the palace, and he raised the scepter representing the king's power in his hand, and under the gaze of the soldiers, Varian took a long breath, and then said in a loud voice:

"My Pioneer Knights..."