Chapter 39: The Changed Brotherhood
Immersed in his thoughts on cooking, Drunken Wind stopped and stopped along the way, and returned to Stormwind City in the evening, where construction was still underway. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
On the huge construction site, the workers were orderly divided into two camps: the tall minotaurs, under the command of the goblins, rammed the ground, laid stone slabs, laid foundations, and dug ditches according to the drawings; On the other side are the stonemasons of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons polishing and carving stone.
Interestingly, although the minotaurs did not say a word and silently moved bricks, the goblins and humans began to quarrel wildly at every opportunity.
"Little Greenskin, why is your aesthetic so bad? Look at the sculpture you've designed! It's a good thing Lord Lothar didn't agree, otherwise it would have disgraced the entire Stormwind City! β
"Hey, hey! I really don't know what you slow idiots have to be proud of, if I were your boss, I promise to deduct your wages and not a single copper left! β
"Shut up, fool, don't try to expose your ignorance there, your poor little brain will never understand what fine craftsmanship is!"
"Don't use such beautiful words to try to hide your laziness and inefficiency, beautiful face words and face projects are always just excuses!"
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"It's actually quite harmonious, isn't it?" Anduin Lothar didn't know when he had arrived at Drunkenwind's side, "The Brotherhood of Stonemasons built the Watch Fort in just a few months last winter, and I didn't expect the Minotaur you found to work faster than them. β
"Looks like you're idle?" Drunken Feng is still angry about being sold to fight for alcohol, "Why don't you go for a drink?" β
After all, he was at a loss, and Lothar could only smile bitterly at this: "No, didn't you win......
"Yes, we won, and then Brian said that next time their brother and I will go head-to-headβI'll go head-to-head."
"Ask for more blessings, then you."
"I told you to be a helper, and they agreed."
"This kind of thing, my deputy Tulayan will do it for me."
"Oh, he's my second helper."
"Then you are destined to be hunted down by the three Windranger sisters, and Aurelia has agreed to Tulayan's marriage proposal."
"I really didn't expect it~ The last time I saw you, that elf still had a disdain for Tulayan, but I didn't expect that stupid boy to really chase Aurelia into his hands. Don't worry, I don't believe that Aurelia's sisters are happy with their brothers-in-law, and it's not certain who will hunt down whom! β
"You promised that Tulayan would be the chef at Aurelia's wedding!"
"No problem, as long as you help me deal with the three Copperbeard brothers."
"Ahem, the doctor said I shouldn't drink alcohol lately......"
Maybe it's because Stormwind was finally able to recover, or maybe it's because of a narrow escape from death, after the originally taciturn Anduin Lothar returned to the Elwyn Forest, he became more and more talkative, from a silent cool uncle to a talkative old man.
"By the way, can Stormwind still pay the starting salary?" Drunken Wind remembered the Van Cleef Brotherhood in his previous life, "I don't want you to be in arrears. β
"Why do you think that?" Lothar said that he didn't understand Drunkenwind's thought circuit, "After the Great War, the other kingdoms gave Stormwind a lot of aid - all money!" They cling to the Stormwind immigrants and won't let go - look at the people I brought back, I worked hard to keep these vitality, and I'm going to hurt the hearts of the Stormwind boys for just a few gold coins? β
That's right, too! Drunken Wind realized that he was too worried, and with Anduin Lothar in charge, the nobles of Stormwind City did not dare to die in arrears of wages.
"That's too." Drunken Wind nodded, "Then what are you going to do next?" β
"It's not a big deal, let's help Tulayan prepare for the wedding first. The boy promised me that one of his sons would inherit my name! Then it's time to wait for Stormwind to be built, teach Varian......" Speaking of Varian, Lothar couldn't help but think of her two good brothers, Medivan and Ryan Ureon, looking a little lost, "Although it seems that I have gained a lot of glory in this war, you know, I have lost even more. All I can do is to protect this land and its people, and not let them experience the pain I have been through. β
"Have you forgotten one more thing?"
"What?"
"Senate!"
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Edwin Van Cleef felt like the happiest man in the world at this point.
The orc war is finally over, and I don't have to hide anymore; The soldiers of the Kingdom of Stormwind found themselves to build a watchtower to monitor the orcs, and the brothers worked hard to get to work, and finally Sir Lothar paid double his salary; Under his own design, a new Stormwind City is about to be born; On top of that, I have a lovely little daughter, Vanessa Van Cleef!
Just like last year's harsh winter is over, Edwin Van Cleef feels like he has ushered in a new spring in his life, and just yesterday, even Ravenhold Manor sent an invitation to him, indicating that he has the opportunity to become a nobleman!
Of course, life isn't perfect, and there are some mortal flies that make Edwin Van Cleeff, like the damn goblins.
It's an open secret that the Brotherhood of Stonemasons is competing with the Ratchet City Construction Group, and both sides claim to be the strongest in the construction world, and as the leader of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, Edwin Van Cleef is a little embarrassed to find that his vaunted construction speed is no match for the Minotaurs!
Although these minotaurs did not know anything about how to build, under the command of the goblins, they gave full play to their advantages in strength and endurance, and a minotaur could lift the marble blocks that humans needed tools to carry; What's even more exaggerated is that they don't even need to take a break to carry it continuously!
Edwin Van Cleef felt deeply helpless about this exaggerated racial advantage, but fortunately most of these minotaurs were silent and would not participate in the ranks of bickering, otherwise imagine the sharp teeth of the goblins and the momentum of the minotaurs, the stonemason brother might be completely overshadowed.
On the other side, Ghazruvi was spitting at the drunken wind: "Do you know what competition is? Damn, those humans are working so badly! How do we make the name of Ratchet City Construction Group like this? Can you tell the minotaur to learn to help? Do you know how to help? It's not when I was arguing with that guy named Van Cleve, standing aside and watching the fun! β
Drunken Wind wiped the saliva that was sprayed on his belly, "Okay, Gazruvi, I can understand your feelings, but you have to understand that in terms of fine decoration, our business level is indeed not as good as that group of stonemasons, you win the quarrel, and the nobles will not let a group of minotaurs and goblins give them interior design...... You'd better figure it out in other ways - maybe it would be nice to join forces, I don't think Van Cleef cares too much about money. β