Varian's hand shook, and his calm expression almost became unbearable. He steadied his hand, but at least the one million gold tickets did not fall to the ground. It would be too unbecoming of a king to pick it up like that.
Arthas, who was sitting next to him, almost didn't laugh out loud. He had long thought that Van Cleef seemed to be a little too nervous. It turned out that he was afraid that Varian would break the cup and dozens of Royal Lion Guards would emerge from behind the curtains later. He chopped it.
Varian was speechless. What did the people below think of him? A tyrant? Or a fool? Would he just cut off the citizens of the kingdom over a disagreement? It's better for him to kill those cancerous nobles!
"You raise your head and take a good look, what is this?"
Van Cleef thought to himself, there is no need to look at this, isn't it just a sharp sword? But he still raised his head at Varian's command.
But when he looked up, he was confused. Where was the sword? Why is it a piece of paper?
"Are you afraid that I will kill you? How could I do such a thing?" Varian suddenly felt that the people of the kingdom did not trust him enough to think of him like this?
"This is one million gold coins, which can be redeemed at Blackwater Company. Even if you don't trust me, you don't recognize the Blackwater logo, right?"
Van Cleef tremblingly took the heavy note. In his eyes, this was not only a piece of paper, but also the hope for the survival of many workers in the Masonic Brotherhood!
Tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes. Van Cleef also knew that the financial situation of the Kingdom of Stormwind was not good, and the king could only ask the nobles for money, but what was the use of knowing it alone? Others will just think that the Kingdom has defaulted on their wages!
Van Cleef was also helpless. If he did not ask for wages on behalf of the workers, the workers would not be able to live. But if he came to ask for wages, he would intensify the conflict between the king and the nobles.
The Kingdom of Stormwind has just got on the right track and can no longer withstand major changes. Van Cleef loves his country deeply and is willing to sacrifice everything for it and his compatriots, so he endures huge mental and emotional stress every moment. material pressure.
Coupled with the guidance of Onyxia later, the engineer Edwin VanCleef eventually "died" and was replaced by an extreme thug, the leader of the Defias Brotherhood, and the wanted criminal in Stormwind City Edwin ·Van Cleef!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I misunderstood you." Van Cleef couldn't imagine how much effort Varian spent to get this money. "On behalf of all the workers of the Masonic Brotherhood, I thank His Majesty for your kindness!"
Varian waved his hand. Van Cleef's performance made him reflect on whether he had any shortcomings. "The person you should thank is not me, but this, His Highness Prince Arthas of Lordaeron."
Only then did Van Cleef notice that there was another handsome blond man sitting next to Varian. He kept a gentle smile, which made people relax unconsciously.
Fan Cleef, who was so nervous just now, didn't even notice Alsace's presence. He quickly saluted Alsace, "Thank you for your generosity! Your Highness Alsace!"
"No need to be polite, I just don't want to see the people of Stormwind become the victims of some people's conspiracy." Arthas looked at the active engineer and future great thief, "This million is my loan." To Varian, he also agreed to use something to 'pay off the debt'."
Van Cleef guessed that this probably had something to do with him, otherwise Alsace would not have told him these things, so he listened respectfully to Alsace's next words.
"You are a great engineer, and I recently have some engineering projects that I need to find someone to take charge of. Don't worry about remuneration. I would like to ask if you can find workers willing to take on this project?"
This is no problem, and is even a good thing for Van Cleef and his colleagues. Most of them still intend to take the mason's job. "I do!"
"Don't be so hasty to agree. None of the projects I'm talking about are within the Kingdom of Stormwind, or even on this continent. You'd better find some colleagues who are willing to follow you across the ocean."
"This is easy." Van Cleef nodded without hesitation. Quite a few of them were victims of the orc war. They were alone and did not care about wandering. As long as they could have a stable meal, they could set off immediately.
"Is there nothing wrong with you?"
Van Cleef hesitated for a moment, then said, "I might have to talk to my wife first."
Arthas and Varian looked at each other, and Varian nodded to him. Arthas understood, "In this case, you might as well bring your wife to Lordaeron. As my chief engineer, I will Offering a mansion as your new home.”
Van Cleef originally wanted his wife and children to continue to stay in Stormwind City, but Arthas' next words shocked him, "Don't refuse in a hurry. You got the salary and paid it to the workers." In the end, those conspirators have no way to deal with the king of Stormwind City, but they may point the finger at you. You should be aware of this, right?"
"Move the whole family to Lordaeron, and I can protect you from retaliation during this storm."
"I understand, Your Highness, your will is my will."
After Van Cleef left, Varian asked Arthas in confusion, "Why do you value this 'Chief Engineer' so much?"
"This guy was originally a colleague of Mathias Shore. He was one of the elites that Shore personally trained."
"But you should not be short of such talents, right? I heard... you also have those people from Ravenholdt?" Varian still doesn't know clearly. Mathias Shore is his intelligence adviser and also The top officer of MI7 in Stormwind City. (Equivalent to Blackie from S.H.I.E.L.D.)
"But Ravenholdt's master assassins cannot cultivate a talent who can serve as both intelligence collection and architectural design."
Alsace's next target is not on the Eastern Kingdom continent, so he needs to build a bridgehead and his own spy master, and Van Cleef can do both jobs alone - not to mention, Van Cleef's daughter is also a natural talent. assassin.
An investment, long-term benefits.
"Anyway, you did Stormwind City a big favor this time," Varian said with sincerity. "As long as I am the king of Stormwind City, the Kingdom of Stormwind will always be Lordaeron's loyal ally."
"Then I wish our friendship will last forever."
The two people held their hands tightly together. What they didn't know was that this friendship created the greatest joint empire in human history.
After dealing with Van Cleef's matter, it was already midnight. Before Arthas returned to the guest room, Varian said one thing to him.
"Kul Tiras and Dalaran will also send envoys, it's the same person."
Alsace's eyes lit up, but immediately he said with a guilty conscience, "I have... uh, I haven't seen her for a while."
"I think she might be really angry with you. Lordaeron is not far from Dalaran, but you haven't been there for a whole year."
"I really can't leave." Alsace was also helpless. Even if he took a carriage, it would only take a few days to reach Dalaran, but he really didn't have this free time last year.
"What's the use of talking to me? Think about how to explain to her tomorrow."
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Stormwind City, Prestor's Mansion.
Countess Catalana leaned on the couch, holding a glass of red wine. The scarlet wine exuded a coquettish light under the ambiguous light.
"Howard, what do you think of that human prince?"
The countess' knightly attendant stood at the door. He answered the master's question in a low voice, "He is very strong, at least among humans."
"Oh? Even my most heroic knight actually thinks that a human is powerful?" Katlana sipped the red wine, and her seductive red lips looked even more charming under the wine.
The knight named Howard did not speak this time and stood aside like a wooden stake.
"Ha, but even a guy like this is just a puppet of desire," Katrana recalled Arthas's burning gaze and couldn't help but sigh with a smile, "Not as good as Bolvar."
After drinking all the red wine in the glass, Catlana licked her lips without finishing it, "It's really fun. Human beings are so interesting. Maybe I can play here for a while."
But as soon as she had this thought, she suddenly shuddered - because she thought of her completely crazy father. He was no longer the wise and kind guardian of the earth. If she had delayed too much in Stormwind City, Time, what awaits her will definitely not be a good end.
However, the Black Dragon Princess also thought that the crazy Earth Guardian was besieged by other four-color dragon kings in the Battle of Grim Batol a few years ago, and escaped with serious injuries. She should not have the energy to take care of herself now, which made her relieved.
Her affection for her father had long since disappeared along with the corrupted bloodline, and now all that was left was hatred. She hated the father who turned the Black Dragon Legion into monsters, but due to the powerful power of the Earth Guardian, she could only Ability to obey father's orders.
After playing in Stormwind City for a few years, it shouldn't be a problem, right? Her father was seriously injured and it would probably take a long time to recover from his injuries.
Just pay attention to your annoying brother and prevent him from snitching on his father.
Thinking of this, Onyxia's transformed Katrana showed an expression of enjoyment on her face - even though she was a giant dragon, she liked the luxurious life of a human noble very much.
Today's encounter with Arthas made her wonder if she could add fuel to the conflict between Stormwind City and Lordaeron.
"Arthas, hey, let me see what new tricks the prince of Lordaeron has up his sleeves?"
