Chapter 797 49. The Change of the Storm. New Position--Adding More for the Brothers ABcCcQWQ【9/10】

Chapter 797 49. The Change of the Storm. New Position-Adding more for the ABcCcQWQ brothers [910]

"Look! The butcher is out!"

The moment Chaldea Morgan walked out of the Holy Light Cathedral, he was immediately "overwhelmed" by the nobles guarding the church entrance.

They have all heard about what happened in the Stormwind Kingdom. They knew that Varian Wrynn went crazy and personally raised the butcher's knife against the noble class. In one day and one night, 60% of the nobles in the entire Stormwind Kingdom were wiped out by Varian. Li'an was slaughtered, and this disaster against the nobles easily aroused the greatest fear in the hearts of these nobles.

So that they did very irrational things.

"The butcher of the Stormwind Kingdom is coming to kill us! Run!"

Some bastards who feared that the world would not be chaotic hid among the nobles, shouting demagogic voices, while more minor nobles clenched their fists angrily, as if they would rush to grab Chaldea's clothes at any moment. collar, give him a good look.

However, the team of hundreds of people did not dare to go forward at all...Because there were more than a dozen heavily armed apologists guarding Chaldea. They held gleaming weapons. On this land belonging to the Pope, Any attack on the clergy will be regarded as a provocation to the teachings of the Holy Light.

And the appearance of these guardian knights who only obey the Pope's orders also represents a terrible meaning...

"Chaldea, the lackey of Varian, has seduced the Pope!"

A sharp shout provoked the hearts of all the little nobles present:

"Kill him! Let the Pope hear our voices, come on! Execute our justice!"

"boom"

A loud sound of the soul exploded in the crowd, making those noisy shouts quiet at this moment.

The light of shadows shone in Chaldea's hand. The soul scream he threw just now was deliberately suppressed. If he used all his strength, I'm afraid these guys would go crazy on the spot, but this is not Caldea. What he really wanted to see, or in other words, he didn't like these talkative guys at all, even if they were used to carry out conspiracy, they were not qualified.

And it wasn't until this moment that these instigated guys remembered another identity of Chaldea. The person in front of them was the leader of the Shadow Priest faction of the Church of the Holy Light, the most powerful and mysterious person in the entire human empire. Shadow Priest.

If they really wanted to fight, with their three-legged skills, they would probably be easily slaughtered by Chaldea alone.

"Who wants to kill me?"

The Chaldean priest twirled the rosary in his hand. He took a few steps forward, and the pale little nobles in front of him made way for him. The archbishop saw the shivering noble boy squatting on the ground. He was inciting others to rush forward and kill Chaldea... Unfortunately, this young man underestimated Chaldea's strength and his means.

"Look me in the eyes, boy, and tell me, who sent you?"

Chaldea looked at the young man who was shaken by the shocking power of his heart with a gentle tone that a priest should have. He looked like a child, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to meet Chaldea's eyes, but Chaldea saw the coat of arms on the child's chest, he sighed, and patted the child's shoulder:

"I don't know if you came here at the behest of Duke Shavik, or if you wanted to do it yourself..."

"But for me and His Majesty Varian, please send a word to Duke Shavik, now that he has left the Kingdom of Stormwind, don't come back, and enjoy his old age in other kingdoms. The country he loves is going through a great He will finally see the Stormwind Kingdom reborn from the ashes, and he will finally know..."

"What we did was just..."

The Chaldean priest stood up, and he looked back at the nobles behind him, a trace of calm flashed in his eyes, and he said without a trace of fireworks:

"As for you...enjoy your decayed bliss."

"The flame of the era of the Great Revolution has been ignited. It is burning in the Kingdom of Stormwind. One day, it will also burn on you. This is unstoppable, at least you can't stop it!"

"At that time...in the dawn of a brave new age, in the ashes of a decaying old world, I will wait for you to come...repent!"

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"When I was here last time, the palace had only just laid its foundations."

Gelbin Mekkatorque, who was sitting on the seat of the black carriage galloping past on the streets of New Stormwind, stretched out his hand and opened the curtains, looking at this coastal city that has taken shape and is constantly expanding.

Compared with when he was first rescued, this dwarf looks a bit older, probably because of living in the island of Okaz far away from the mainland in recent years, which made Mekkatorque's hair, which was not much at all, look a little older now. It's almost all gone.

But the dwarf is in a good state of mind. It is said that he has made many new inventions on that closed island in recent years. Obviously, after breaking away from the business model of the Black Iron District, he no longer has to worry about his inventions. Being used for war and killing makes Mekkatorque's psychological burden much smaller.

"Are there any celebrations here these days?"

The dwarf looked curiously at the crowds gathered on the street. Although there were no festive banners, ribbons or garlands hanging around the street, the joy on the faces of the people was mixed with expectant expressions, which the dwarf could see at a glance. See, the city seems to have just been through some...well, "joy".

Facing Mekkatorque's question, the boss of SI:7, Chief Mathias Shaw, who was sitting opposite him, smiled gently, and handed a cup of tea to the dwarf. His gray-blue eyes looked out the window , he whispered meaningfully:

"There's not much celebration, but probably every year after that yesterday, it's going to be listed as a great holiday ... a day when the whole country is free."

"Oh, that sounds really good."

Mekkatorque belongs to the typical dwarf with a high IQ but average EQ. He didn't hear the deep meaning in Shaw's words, and he didn't think too much about it. A heavy black suitcase, Shaw knew that it was the essence of Mekkatorque's research over the past few years, and he would carry it with him no matter where he went.

"So, what exactly is your king asking me to do?"

While drinking the cool tea, the dwarf asked casually:

"I declare in advance that if I help you make weapons, I will not agree! I have emphasized this point many times."

"No, not making weapons."

Xiao Er shook his head, and he replied calmly:

"Actually, we need your wisdom, Mr. Mekkatorque. The Kingdom of Stormwind is in disarray. In the past few days, His Majesty Varian managed to "convince" those nobles to agree to start the process of industrialization throughout the kingdom. But we need a professional who sees the big picture to be in charge of this huge project..."

"Oh? Nobility?"

Mekkatorque pushed his cool engineering goggles back and said with a hint of dwarf sarcasm:

"If human civilization is compared to a wheel that is moving forward, then your aristocrats are definitely the most backward but most critical cog on the wheel. As long as they exist, no matter how hard I try, the speed at which the wheel is advancing Never get up soon... I lived in the federation for several years, and even though I don't like the business environment of the federation, I have to admit that you are almost living in another era compared to them .”

"Relax, Mr. Mekkatorque."

Xiao Er listened to the pungent ridicule of the unrestrained dwarf in front of him, he shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head to taste the sweet tea, and said in a low voice:

"In this land, there will be no one standing in the way of your industrialization... I promise!"

A few minutes later, Mekkatorque's carriage stopped in the court of Stormwind Palace. The dwarf declined the servant's request to help him carry the box, and he easily grabbed it with a golden, strange mechanical arm on a slender arm. The heavy box then followed behind Xiao Er, and walked directly into Varian Wrynn's living room.

When the dwarf was walking in the garden of the palace, he sniffed sharply. He looked around in a daze. Even though the servants had cleaned it a dozen times, there was still a lingering smell in the garden. The faint smell of blood... makes people feel hairy.

"Ah, welcome, Mr. Mekkatorque."

With the help of his servants, Varian, who put on a set of loose robes, saw the dwarf master walking into the living room. He walked quickly, bent down, and shook hands with the dwarf, while Mekkatorque passed his project. Learning glasses, you can easily see the blood in Varian's eyes, which means that the king may not have had a good rest for several days.

But he didn't say anything... Gnomes are like this. While possessing a terrible IQ, their emotional intelligence is pitifully weakened, and this problem becomes more prominent for dwarf craftsmen who study more deeply in engineering.

"I know you are a person who cherishes time, so I won't waste your time, I'll just say it."

Varian invited Mekkatorque to sit on the sofa, then took a box from his desk and handed it to the dwarf, who opened it to reveal a gold-encrusted text, and behind it, the The seal of the Wrynn family and the seal of an organization called "Storm Council".

It was a letter of appointment.

"Huh? You invited me to be the Minister of Industrial Affairs of the Kingdom of Stormwind?"

Mekkatorque pressed on his engineering glasses, and the four layers of lenses bounced off in unison, revealing his pair of blue eyes full of wisdom. The dwarf craftsman waved the letter of appointment in his hand, and he asked arrive:

"A full 15 years? Are you going to trap me in your kingdom for 15 years?"

"No, this is a calculated time figure!"

Varian held a glass of wine with ice cubes, and he slowly explained to the dwarf in front of him:

"When the Federation started to promote industrialization, they had less than 300,000 people, and it took them almost 10 years to barely complete this great movement, or in other words, to initially complete the first stage."

"And in my kingdom, there are 1.95 million free citizens. Considering that the Stormwind Kingdom has almost zero foundation, even if there is such a labor force, it is estimated that it will take at least 15 years to complete the initial stage of industrialization..."

"No! You miscalculated!"

Mekkatorque interrupted Varian's narration unceremoniously. He analyzed Varian seriously as a researcher:

"The federation's primary industrialization movement was completed within 10 years because they had a large number of undead laborers to drive. Those undead don't need rest, training, or vacations. They can rotate 24 hours a day. Their 10 years are based on It is based on the terrible exploitation and squeezing of undead labor, but such a perfect labor force does not exist in your country, and that miracle cannot be replicated!"

"With all due respect, in a country with a human body like the Stormwind Kingdom, if you want to reach the current level of industrialization of the Federation, even if there is no obstruction from the nobles, even if you copy the perfect technology tree that has passed the test of time from the Federation, you will have to It will take... at least 30 years! This is based on your support of any action I take with the utmost determination!"

"And I can tell you so unceremoniously, Varian, to complete the primary industrialization requires more funds than you can imagine. It may need to write off all the income of the Stormwind Kingdom for 30 years! It may not even be enough ...and the obstruction of the faith community is also a problem, and finally...where are the raw materials? Where are the merchants? If I produce something, who will I sell it to? These are all issues that you have not considered!"

Mekkatorque looked at Varian, expecting Varian to contradict him, but no...

There was a cunning light in the human king's eyes. He snatched the letter of appointment from Mekkatorque, then picked up the quill, changed the 15-year appointment time to 30 years, and handed it back to the dwarf. .

Varian leaned leisurely on the sofa, drank the wine in his hand, and then slammed the quilt on the table, staring at Mekkatorque with those wolf-like blue eyes. , a moment later, Varian asked softly:

"30 years! I will give you enough funds, I will give you all the laws you need, and I will give you the greatest freedom..."

"My Minister of Industrial Affairs...get to work! Your office is next door to mine..."

"So, starting today, let us solve the problems you raised one by one!"