"You should temporarily suppress your anger. It will have no other effect except forcing the nobles to do extraordinary things." Queen Tiffin was also very helpless, "Our country has just regained its new life and cannot withstand strong winds and waves. "
"Your queen is right. The nobles unite and do not pay. Excessive actions will only lead to more serious consequences." Alsace said.
In fact, the Stonemasons Brotherhood does not get the compensation it deserves, and it is also inseparable from Onyxia.
It was the black dragon princess who was behind the scenes that caused many nobles on her side to refuse to pay for the reconstruction of Stormwind City.
Varian, who cannot get the support of the nobles, will naturally have a stalemate with the nobles. At that time, she only needs to add fuel to the flames to ignite the conflict between the three classes: the king, the nobles, and the ordinary citizens represented by the stonemasons.
If her plan succeeds, Stormwind City will immediately become in danger, because the mutual distrust and hatred between different classes will soon evolve into a major change that will impact the entire Stormwind Kingdom.
Onyxia's series of conspiratorial schemes left Varian with almost nowhere to start, and he had no idea where to crack it.
Looking for trouble with the nobles? The kingdom is full of well-established noble families. Now Varian has no chance of succeeding if he wants to cause trouble with them. In the end, he will either get burned or die.
Trouble with the Masons? Not to mention that they should be paid for rebuilding Stormwind City. There are still quite a few people in the Stonemasons Brotherhood who are veterans of the Second Orc War. Not paying them is equivalent to chilling the hearts of all the people.
Neither of these two is easy to mess with. King Varian can only carefully mediate between them, but sooner or later the arrears of wages will have to be paid back. One day, the balance will be broken, and the entire kingdom will be overturned. possible.
This is the countess' conspiracy and the most critical link in the entire plan.
Because Stormwind City has no capital to repay the huge rewards, and even owes foreign debts to many human kingdoms, Varian's treasury has long been empty, and there is no money to fill this terrifying vacancy.
To break this situation, the weight that controls the balance must be taken away from Onyxia, and then someone must be found who is extremely wealthy and willing to help Stormwind City repay this huge sum of money.
It is a pity that there are few humans with such wealth in the entire Eastern Kingdom. Even if they have this money, why would they use it to help a poor Dingdang Kingdom?
"This is the situation. I really have no choice."
The noble council collectively decided to owe wages. Although Varian and Tiffin strongly opposed it, they had little effect.
There is no way, Stormwind City is too poor now, and the wealth is in the hands of the nobles. Even if Varian empties himself, he will not be able to get so many gold coins.
Arthas pondered for a while and asked, "How much money does Stormwind City still owe to the Stonemason Brotherhood?"
"About a million gold coins."
This is indeed a huge amount. You must know that the annual tax revenue of Lordaeron, the richest among the human kingdoms, is only this amount. An ordinary family's annual expenses will not exceed five gold coins.
Varian had given up all hope of paying back the money, but Arthas' next words made him almost think he had heard wrong.
"Then, let me pay all the rewards you owe to the Masons Brotherhood."
"How can this be possible?! His Majesty Tenaris will not agree! I will not agree to you doing this kind of thing for me!" Varian thought Arthas was going to use Lordaeron's finances to pay for himself. A huge amount of debt was owed.
Queen Tiffin on the side also nodded, "Your Highness Arthas, thank you for your kindness, but we already owe Lordaeron too much."
Arthas immediately understood that the couple had misunderstood, "Don't get me wrong, I am not using Lordaeron's finances, but my own money."
"Yourself?!" Varian's mouth was big enough to fit a chocobo egg.
When did my brother become a super rich man? One million gold coins, a kingdom's tax revenue for one year, is it so easy to say?
"You should have heard the name [Blackwater Chamber of Commerce], right?"
"Of course, that is the largest chamber of commerce in the entire Eastern Kingdom. It is said that even the elves will trade with them." Varian nodded without hesitation, and then he seemed to understand something, "Wait, are you trying to say, this is Did you do it?"
Alsace smiled and nodded, "Yes, the Blackwater Chamber of Commerce is actually a subordinate department of the Privy Council and is responsible for providing financial support for the entire Privy Council."
Varian's expression could be described as dazed. He only knew that Arthas was a prince, but he didn't know that he was a businessman. "When did you learn commerce and trade? Uncle Tenaris was behind the scenes." you?"
"That's not true. My father has not been involved in the operation of the Chamber of Commerce. In fact, I don't know much about it. He just barely provides for the living expenses of my subordinates."
Alsace may indeed know a lot of business knowledge that does not belong to this world, but he thinks that he has no business talent. If he really wants to talk about trade level, he still has to find the professionals in this world-goblins.
So not long after the establishment of the Privy Council, Alsace sent someone to "invite" a goblin tycoon to come back. By the way, he should be a former tycoon. This man's entire net worth was defrauded by his enemies, and he had no debts. The huge amount of money that he can't repay in his lifetime is already considered his wit.
But he is a lucky guy. After receiving initial funding from Alsace and some advanced knowledge of economics, the goblin is now completely devoted to the prince and wants to kneel down and lick Alsace in order to get more ways to earn lovely gold coins.
The footprints of the Chamber of Commerce under his control are all over the continent. Even the continent of Kalimdor across the sea, which humans still don't know much about, has the Blackwater Chamber of Commerce's trading platform. The resurgent goblins even ranked among the highest titles in their clan - Trade Prince. .
The Blackwater Chamber of Commerce is also called Blackwater Company by the goblins. Its wealth can kill any human kingdom with money.
However, this behemoth has nothing to do with Lordaeron on the surface. In fact, Arthas is the master behind the Chamber of Commerce.
One million is really not a particularly huge number for His Royal Highness.
At most, it would only make the money-loving goblin prince feel distressed for ten or twenty years, but Arthas felt that the money was just a number if it was left unused, and he had also considered lending the money.
After receiving Alsace's affirmative reply, Varian hesitated again. He was not sure whether he was worthy of Alsace's assistance, "My brother, Stormwind City cannot repay you this million, and I cannot accept it. "
"Don't worry, Varian, you are a wise monarch. If you think about your people, the citizens of Stormwind City will support you. I believe in my vision and I believe in you."
Arthas took out two magic bills from the space package, one written one million gold coins, the other written five hundred thousand, and pushed them in front of Varian, "Take them, in the Black Water of Stormwind City The company's bank can cash it out, and the extra five hundred thousand will be regarded as a gift to Anduin."
"But……"
"It's nothing, Varian, I didn't give you this million for nothing. You can pay me back later, and I still have something to ask you for help, so you don't owe me anything."
After a fierce ideological struggle, Varian still accepted Alsace's check. He solemnly promised Alsace, "No matter what you plan to ask me to do for you, I will do my best."
"Don't be so nervous, Varian, but I have to meet the president of the Masonic Brotherhood first, um... I think his name is Edwin VanCleef?"
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Van Cleef was a little uneasy. He didn't know why His Majesty the King suddenly summoned him. Is it because he really didn't want to pay his salary? So you want to summon yourself and kill him secretly?
Although he still had a wife and a newborn daughter, when he thought about the difficult lives of other brothers in the union, he put on his coat without hesitation and hurried to the side hall of Stormwind Fortress.
Varian, the king of Stormwind City, has been waiting there for a long time. The moment Van Cleef entered the side hall, the royal guards closed the heavy door. Two guards stood guard at the door like statues holding halberds.
The dull sound seemed to hit Van Cleef's heart. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Looking at the formation, he was probably in trouble today. He hoped that His Majesty the King would not anger his wife and children.
However, he did not intend to just sit back and wait for death. Van Cleef decided that no matter what happened next, he must explain the pros and cons to the young king. Even if he died, he would fight for the rights and interests that the brothers of the Masonic Brotherhood deserved. And protect his beloved Stormwind City.
"Edwin, I heard that you worked for MI7 for a period of time before becoming an engineer?" Varian's tone was slow and unhurried, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
Van Cleef's heart skipped a beat. He was trying to find out his origins. Could it be that His Majesty Wrynn believed the slander and thought he was using his previous spy experience to bring trouble to the kingdom?
"Dear Your Majesty, I did work in MI7 before, but now I am just an ordinary engineer."
"Ordinary, you are not ordinary at all. Can an ordinary engineer build Stormwind City so well? Your ability is not ordinary!"
Van Cleef, who understood that he was in danger, remained silent, thinking about how to answer Varian's words next.
"Come here, Edwin, don't be so restrained, come and sit next to me." Varian patted an empty seat next to him.
Van Cleef looked at the long sword leaning against the armrest of Varian's chair, wondering if he would be slashed by Varian's sword when he passed by. However, he did not dare to disobey the king's order and could only obey. Go over and sit down.
"Actually, it's not me who wants to see you today, but someone else who wants to see you. I just wanted to chat with you."
Could it be that your majesty’s next words were to send me to see the late king? Van Cleef was frightened, thinking that he might be killed before he could finish his words.
"Come on, you have been wronged these past few months." Varian stretched out his hand and picked up something.
Van Cleef immediately stood up and knelt on one knee in front of Varian, and said in the fastest tone, "Your Majesty can kill me, but you have to think about the other members of the Stonemasons Brotherhood! They represent the ordinary people of Stormwind City. They abandoned their own farmland to build Stormwind City, and without wages, many of them and their families will starve to death!"
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