In the previous noble meeting, the Drehart family took a relatively neutral position.
They did not follow the spearhead to cause trouble, but they also did not immediately join the seaport development plan proposed by Sarlayan.
Since he had to go to Dalaran to attend to other matters, Sarlayan did not pay attention to the subsequent personnel allocation issue. He did not know why the construction of the Zul'Aman port was handed over to the Drehart family.
The person Lor'themar sent to inform him quickly responded, and it was a message from Valeera herself.
"Onyxia's arrangement?"
Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully: "I see, I know what she wants to do."
In a word, Onyxia wants to take this opportunity to fish for those who still have doubts and dissatisfaction with the plan, but are afraid to stand up and oppose it openly.
Anyone who is not hopelessly stupid can see that this harbor development plan is related to the future development of Quel'Thalas. Anyone who dares to die will be marked "unusable" by Kael'thas. mark.
Sarlayan could guess what those people who were hiding in the dark and making small moves meant.
In order to cooperate with Kael'thas's reform policy of improving the status of civilians, Sarlayan invested a large number of civilian workers in this port construction, and even replaced the expensive arcane puppets to a certain extent.
His approach undoubtedly caused dissatisfaction among the entire aristocratic class.
Sarlayan Jane is in the Emperor's Heart, and everything she does has the tacit approval and support of Kael'thas. No one dares to make irresponsible remarks in person, but it is inevitable to make small moves behind the scenes and make shady and weird things.
The harbor development plan... and even the navy development plan are related to the national policy of Quel'Thalas in the next few years. Even Dar'kan, who is still pretending to be dead, knows that this tiger's whisker is out of reach.
The recent policy of the Sun King and the cabinet to elevate the status of common people has been very obvious, which has caused uneasiness among the privileged aristocracy, fearing that they will be ridden by those mud-legged people in the future.
Although they knew that they shouldn't act like monsters at this time, some people still couldn't restrain their inner turmoil and wanted to give Earl Deep Shadow, who was responsible for implementing Kael'thas's will, some color and let him know that the entangled nobles in the country were not so good. moveable.
"Ha~ Then let me see how tough your attitude is."
Sarlayan looked coldly at the manager who was still curled up on the ground and trembling: "Come on, Ras, hang this guy upside down on the highest lamppost, and let everyone in the port see the consequences of those who neglect their duties. "
The manager stretched out his hand tremblingly to plead for mercy, but he was still in too much pain and couldn't speak. He could only look at Sarlayan with pleading eyes.
Lalas frowned and leaned into Saryan's ear and asked: "Really do it? Aren't you afraid of completely breaking up with the Drehart family?"
Saryan said with a sneer: "Large-scale reforms in the country will inevitably touch some people's cakes. Conflicts with vested interests are inevitable. We must first adopt a firm attitude."
"If they don't knock the mountain and shake the tiger today, do you believe it, they will find someone else tomorrow to continue to cause trouble for us?"
Lalas nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."
"Come here! Hang him up!"
…
Sarlayan did not stand there and wait. Under the awed gaze of the workers, he led the travelers to the dock that was still under construction.
As Kael'thas said, due to the unabashed threat from Lordaeron, the construction efficiency of the port closest to the maritime border has significantly declined.
A large number of workers were recruited lazily by the roadside, and only a handful of them were still working.
However, most of the people working in these jobs are distracted, and most of the time they are distracted.
People in Zul'Aman Port have long heard that big figures will come to boost morale recently, but they don't know the specific time.
According to past practice, big shots would warm up in advance before visiting, arrange a welcome ceremony with gongs and drums, and make sure the cards are complete.
Sarlayan did the opposite and silently led a group of travelers straight to the scene, catching the port manager who was fishing for pleasure.
Many workers saw the chief manager who was hanging upside down at the entrance of the dock, and stood up from the ground looking at each other.
They haven't figured out the situation yet, so they gather together and whisper to each other in a low voice.
"What happened? Why was the housekeeper of the Drehart family hung up?"
"Who knows, it's probably been found out that it was probably embezzlement of public funds, right?"
"Is this... the big shot that was rumored a while ago? Why did he come without even saying hello? Why don't you let us show off?"
"Tch~ You're just showing off. Didn't you see that all the people in charge were hung up? Just wait and see the show."
Sarlayan, who had keen senses, heard most of what people were whispering, but he did not make any response. He strode to the end of the rugged pier and looked far into the south of the sea.
"Haha~ That little brat from Alsace is really brave."
The port of Zul'Aman is very close to the maritime boundary between Quel'Thalas and Lordaeron. After turning on Eagle Eye, you can intuitively see the Lordaeron patrol ships swimming back and forth on the distant sea.
The old fritter Lor'themar consciously brought over a man who was more ornately dressed. He was the deputy director of the Zul'Aman port construction plan.
Sarlayan had met this man before and vaguely remembered that he was one of the stewards of the Sangunar family.
"Who are you……"
The familiar deputy manager bowed respectfully to Sarlayan.
"Count Deep Shadow, I am one of the stewards of the Viscounty of Sangunar. My name is Leblanc."
Sarlayan nodded noncommittally: "Hello, Leblanc, first explain to me the difficulties faced by the port construction today."
LeBlanc smiled bitterly and pointed to the far end of the sea level: "Your Majesty the Earl should have also seen that Lordaeron's East Sea Fleet has been swimming on the sea to exert pressure."
"The bastards occasionally deliberately sailed their ships across the border before Admiral Jefferson Berryman arrived with his offshore fleet."
"The huge pressure in Chichi prevents workers from going to work despite the risk of being attacked."
"Jemele...that is, the housekeeper of the Drehart family took the opportunity to accuse the timid civilian workers of not being useful, and repeatedly applied to the superiors to change the arcane puppets for engineering use."
"Ha~ change? Where can I change?"
Sarlayan shook his head and said: "The six major ports started construction at the same time, and the remaining engineering puppets in the country were frantically scrambled by all parties. There is a lot of money, and it is not something I can exchange for."
LeBlanc sighed helplessly: "Who says it's not the case? I heard that there are nobles in Silvermoon City who want to increase the construction of arcane puppets for the project, and they are determined to replace these workers."
Sarlayan pondered for a moment before continuing to ask: "What happens after Jefferson arrives? Lordaeron's ships haven't retreated yet?"
"No."
LeBlanc was also quite confused about this: "The admiral brought a total of 5 large sailing ships, which are superior to Lordaeron's East Sea Fleet in terms of number and tonnage. I don't know why they dare to block the border. on-line."
Lordaeron's East Sea Fleet pretended to be a privateer fleet to invade and plunder, but suffered heavy losses. Even the common people had heard about it, let alone Leblanc, who was able to manage the lord's family.
"Are you confident..."
Sarlayan's eyes flickered as he stared at the three pitiful medium-sized sailboats in the distance on the sea.
"Lor'themar, send the flag officer to the top of the lighthouse to send a signal in my name to the offshore fleet patrolling nearby."
Lor'themar asked without changing his expression: "What is the content of the order?"
A cold light flashed in Saryan's eyes: "Let Admiral Jefferson drive the fleet to the border for a 'live-fire exercise' to actually test the power and range of the newly entered magic cannon."
…
"ha?!"
Using a telescope to see the semaphore on the top of the lighthouse in Zul'Aman Port, on the Sea Dragon, the new flagship of the offshore fleet, the white-haired Admiral Jefferson Berryman's mouth twitched, and he looked at the person next to him with a half-smile. adjutant.
"An order from the Royal Chief Planner? In other words, this is what His Majesty meant, right?"
The adjutant was a little unsure: "It should be... right?"
"Ha! No matter what, I received the order anyway, so if something goes wrong, I can't be blamed."
Berryman had long been fed up with Lordaeron's bluffing. The boys from the East Sea Fleet seemed to be very confident, thinking that the high elves would not dare to do anything to him.
The Earl of Deep Shadow wanted to test the quality of the new weapon with a live-fire exercise, and Berryman, who was filled with anger, naturally would not refuse.
"Full sail! Full speed ahead!"
Although Berryman was already gray-haired, he was still full of energy and gave orders loudly with a loud voice full of passion.
"Let those little seals in Lordaeron see the power of the new Quel'Thalas navy!"
"oh!!"
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I am going out with my family on the weekend. I will update twice today and resume normal updates tomorrow.
