49. The change of the storm. The new position - for the ABcCcQWQ brothers [9/10]
"Look! The butcher is coming out!"
The moment Chaldea Morgan walked out of the Cathedral of Holy Light, he was immediately "overwhelmed" by the nobles guarding the door of the church.
They all heard about everything that happened in the Kingdom of Stormwind. They knew that Varian Wrynn went crazy and personally raised the knife to kill the nobles. In one day and one night, 60% of the nobles in the Kingdom of Stormwind were destroyed.
Lian was massacred, and this disaster against the nobles easily aroused the greatest fear in the hearts of these nobles.
So much so that they did very irrational things.
"The butchers from Stormwind Kingdom are coming to kill us! Run!"
Some bastards who were afraid of chaos in the world hid among the nobles, shouting demagogic voices, while more young nobles clenched their fists angrily, seeming to rush forward and grab Chaldea's clothes at any moment.
Take it and give him a good look.
However, this team of hundreds of people did not dare to step forward... because there were more than a dozen fully armed guardian knights guarding Chaldea. They held gleaming weapons, and on this land that belonged to the Pope,
Any attack on clergy will be regarded as a provocation to the teachings of the Holy Light.
And the appearance of these protective knights who only obey the orders of the Pope also represents a terrible meaning...
"Chaldea, Varian's lackey, seduced the Pope!"
A sharp shout provoked the emotions of all the little nobles present:
"Kill him! Let the Pope hear our voices, come on! Carry out our justice!"
"Bang"
A loud sound in the soul exploded in the noisy crowd, causing all the noisy shouts to quiet down at this moment.
The light of shadow shines in Chaldea's hand. The soul scream he threw just now was deliberately suppressed. If he used it with all his strength, I am afraid that a dozen of these guys will go crazy on the spot, but this is not Chaldea.
What he really wanted to see, or in other words, he simply looked down upon these guys who could only talk the talk. Even if they were used to carry out the conspiracy, they were very unqualified.
And it wasn't until this moment that these incited guys remembered Chaldea's other identity. The person in front of them was the leader of the Shadow Priest faction of the Holy Light Church, the most powerful and mysterious in the entire human empire.
The shadow priest.
If they really wanted to fight, with their three-legged cat skills, they would probably be easily slaughtered by Chaldea alone.
"Who wants to kill me?"
The Chaldean priest twirled the rosary in his hand and took a few steps forward. The young nobles standing in front of him looked pale and made way for him. The archbishop saw the young noble boy squatting on the ground, shivering.
He was inciting others to rush forward and kill Chaldea... Unfortunately, this young man underestimated Chaldea's strength and his methods.
"Look into my eyes, child, and tell me, who sent you?"
Chaldea looked at the young man who was made hairy all over by the shocking power of his soul with a gentle tone that a priest should have. He looked like he was just a child. He didn't even dare to raise his head and look at Chaldea, but
Chaldea saw the coat of arms on the child's chest. He sighed and patted the child on the shoulder:
"I don't know if you came here under the instruction of Duke Shavik, or if you want to do this yourself..."
"But give a message to Duke Shavik for me and His Majesty Varian. Now that he has left the Kingdom of Stormwind, he should not come back again and enjoy his old age in other kingdoms. The country he loves deeply is experiencing a great event.
He will finally see the Kingdom of Storm reborn from the ashes, and he will finally know..."
"What we did was just..."
The Chaldean priest stood up, looked back at the nobles behind him, a trace of calmness flashed in his eyes, and he said without any fuss:
"As for you...enjoy your decadent happiness."
"The flame of the Revolutionary Era has been ignited. It is burning in the Kingdom of Stormwind. One day, it will burn on you too. This is unstoppable, at least you can't stop it!"
"Until then...in the dawn of a brave new era, in the ashes of a decaying old world, I will be waiting for you to come...repent!"
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"The last time I came here, the foundations of this palace had just been laid."
On the black carriage speeding through the streets of New Stormwind City, Gelbin Mekkatorque, who was sitting on the seat, stretched out his hand to lift the curtains and looked at the coastal city that had taken shape and was constantly expanding.
This dwarf looks a bit older than when he was first rescued. Probably because of living on Orcaz Island far away from the mainland in recent years, Mekkatorque's scanty hair now looks...
Almost all of it has fallen out.
But the dwarf's mental state is very good. 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 Zone, he no longer has to worry about his inventions being destroyed.
Being used in wars and killings made Mekkatorque's psychological burden much lighter.
"Are you having any celebrations here these days?"
The dwarf looked curiously at the people gathering on the street. Although there were no festival banners, ribbons or garlands hanging around the streets, the joy and expectation on the people's faces made the dwarf understand at a glance.
It seems that this city has just experienced some...well, "joyful" things.
Facing Mekkatorque's question, Commander Mathias Shore, the boss of MI7, 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 said softly and pointedly:
"There is no celebration, but probably every year after yesterday, it will be classified as a great holiday...a day when the whole country is free."
"Oh, that sounds really good."
Mekkatorque is a typical dwarf with a high IQ but average emotional intelligence. He did not hear the deep meaning of Shore's words, and he did not think too much about it. But next to this extremely smart dwarf, there was
A heavy black suitcase, Shore knew, was the essence of Mekkatorque's research in the past few years, and he would carry it with him wherever he went.
"So, why did your king invite me here?"
The dwarf asked casually while drinking cool tea:
"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."
Shore shook his head and replied calmly:
"Actually, we need your wisdom, Mr. Mekkatorque. The Kingdom of Stormwind is in dire straits. In the past few days, His Majesty Varian has finally "persuaded" those nobles to agree to start the process of industrialization throughout the kingdom.
But we need a professional who can see the big picture to take charge of this huge project..."
"Oh? Noble?"
Mekkatorque pushed up his cool engineering goggles, and with a hint of dwarf sarcasm, he said:
"If human civilization is compared to a wheel that is moving forward, then your nobles are definitely the most backward, but also the most critical cog in the wheel. As long as they still exist, no matter how hard I try, the speed of this wheel will continue to advance.
It will never get better...I have lived in the Federation for several years. Although I don't like the business environment of the Federation, I have to admit that compared with them, you are almost still living in another era.
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"Don't worry, Mr. Mekkatorque."
Xiao Er listened to the unbridled dwarf's bitter ridicule in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head to taste the sweet tea, and whispered:
"On this land, there will no longer be anyone who will hinder your industrialization...I promise!"
A few minutes later, Mekkatorque's carriage stopped in the palace of Stormwind Palace. The dwarf declined the servant's request to help him carry the box. He easily grabbed it with a golden, weird mechanical arm on a slender arm.
The heavy box then followed Shaw and walked directly into Varian Wrynn's reception room.
As the dwarf walked in the palace garden, he sniffed sharply. He looked around blankly. Although it had been cleaned by the servants more than ten times, there was still a lingering feeling in the garden.
The faint smell of blood...can't help but make people feel hairy.
"Ah, welcome, Mr. Mekkatorque."
Varian, who was changing into a set of loose robes with the help of a servant, 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.
With glasses, you can easily see the bloodshot eyes 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... Dwarves are like this. While they have terrible IQ, their emotional intelligence is pitifully weakened. And the deeper the dwarf craftsmen study engineering, the more prominent this problem becomes.
"I know you are a person who values your time, so I won't waste your time. I'll just tell you the truth."
Varian invited Mekkatorque to sit on the sofa, then picked up a box from his table and handed it to the dwarf, who opened the box. Inside was a text inlaid with gold. Behind the text, there was
The seal of House Wrynn and the seal of an organization called the "Conclave of Storms".
That's a letter of appointment.
"Well? You invited me to be the Minister of Industrial Affairs of Stormwind Kingdom?"
Mekkatorque clicked on his engineering glasses, and the four lenses popped open, revealing his blue eyes full of wisdom. The dwarf craftsman waved the letter of appointment in his hand, and he asked
arrive:
"A whole 15 years? Are you going to trap me in your kingdom for 15 years?"
"No, this is a calculated time number!"
Varian was holding a glass of wine with ice cubes in his hand, and he slowly explained to the dwarf in front of him:
"When the federation began to promote industrialization, there were less than 300,000 people, and it took them almost 10 years to barely complete this great movement, or in other words, to preliminarily complete the first phase."
"There are 1.95 million free people in my kingdom. Considering that the Kingdom of Stormwind has almost zero foundation, even with such a labor force, it is estimated that it will take at least 15 years to complete the primary stage of industrialization..."
"No! You miscalculated!"
Mekkatorque interrupted Varian's narration unceremoniously. As a researcher, he analyzed Varian seriously:
"The Federation's primary industrialization movement was completed within 10 years because they have a large number of undead laborers to drive. Those undead do not need rest, training, or vacations. They can work 24 hours a day. Their 10 years are based on
The undead labor is based on horrific exploitation and oppression, 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 like the Kingdom of Stormwind, which is dominated by humans, in order to reach the current level of industrialization of the Federation, even without the obstruction of the nobles, even if it is to copy the perfect technology tree of the Federation that has stood the test of time, it will be difficult for you.
It will take...at least 30 years! This is based on your utmost determination to support any of my actions!"
"And I can tell you so bluntly, Varian, the amount of funds needed to complete primary industrialization is beyond your imagination. It may require crossing out all the income of the Kingdom of Stormwind for 30 years! It may not even be enough.
...And obstruction from the faith community is also a problem. Finally...where are the raw materials? Where are the merchants? Who will I sell to when I produce something? These are all questions you have not considered!"
Mekkatorque looked at Varian. He originally thought that Varian would refute him, but no...
There was a cunning light in the eyes of this human king. He snatched the letter of appointment from Mekkatorque's hand, then picked up the quill and changed the 15-year appointment period to 30 years, and then handed it back to the dwarf.
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Varian leaned leisurely on the sofa. He drank down the wine in his hand, then slammed the quilt on the table. His pair of wolf-like blue eyes stared at Mekkatorque.
, 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 Industry... get to work! Your office is next door to mine..."
"So, starting from today, let us solve the problems you raised one by one!"
