After receiving the affirmation from Laing and Duque, Van Cleef took a deep breath. "To be honest, Sir Duque doesn't have much 'cement' left. One of the important materials for 'cement' comes from the Un 'Goro Crater. We used Sir Duque's funds to collect it, but we only bought about 100 tons from the Stranglethorn Valley's goblin venture capital company. That's all they have in stock. The remaining materials are only enough to make 30 catapults or 80 arrow towers, and … it will take at least 10 days. "
Nobles were not very knowledgeable, cultured, cultivated, and noble people. Apart from the strict etiquette training and the ability to read and write, the nobles in this era were no different from most ordinary people.
Their geographical knowledge was limited to the nobles in the southern part of the continent. They did not realize that the Un 'Goro Crater was on the other side of the sea, far away on another continent.
"Trash! If it's 10 days, the soldiers of Stormwind City would have been killed! " On the opposite side, a duke slammed the table and rose to his feet, his angry voice almost frightening Van Cleef.
Van Cleef was not the Van Cleef who was forced into a dead end in the future. At this moment, he was just a follower of Duque who was born as a stonemason. He did not even have the chance to determine how much trust and support Duque had in him. It was like a duck being driven onto a perch.
The duke did not expect that Duque would go against him for the sake of Van Cleef, a lowly 'dog.'
He slammed the table, and Duque slammed it even louder.
"Bang!" Almost all the guards of the Wang family thought that the enemy was attacking. Every guard put their hands on the hilt of their swords. When they saw that it was Duque slamming the table, they secretly let go of their hands again.
"You're the trash. You don't even know that the Un 'Goro Crater is on the other side of the sea, and you're talking nonsense to my people. If there really was so much 'cement,' I would have raised the entire wall of Stormwind City to 200 feet high. Orcs can't even fly in, let alone climb. "
Duque was telling the truth. In this world without modern industry, it was too difficult to make proper cement. The only thing they could do was to use volcanic ash as the main raw material for cement. That was why he had his eyes on the Un 'Goro Crater and asked Van Cleef to collect materials through various channels.
The truth was the most hurtful!
"Pfft!" Obviously, Duque was scolding people, but many people were amused by Duque's counter-argument. This kind of direct scolding of the other party's ignorance, and it even hit the mark. The resulting laughter made the Duke feel even more embarrassed.
Another duke stood up and said, "Very well, I would like to ask Sir Lothar, how long can you defend with these towers?"
Lothar raised a finger. "The limit is one month, and it's still the same thing. The troops in charge of the rear won't survive."
"Alright, let's go back to the original question …"
"No, not back to square one." Duque interrupted the Duke. "It's just ten days. I'll fight for it."
Duque patted Van Cleef on the shoulder. "You can rest assured and let your men do their job."
For some reason, Van Cleef felt like crying. In his impression, the nobles were all in cahoots with each other.
"There is nothing that cannot be solved by the exchange of interests." This was a famous saying among the nobles. For a moment, Van Cleef thought that the noble Earl Duque would not stand up for a lowly person like him. He was a Duke!
Duque did not feel anything, but Van Cleef did not. Van Cleef, whose ancestors had been in Stormwind City for generations, had a natural fear of high-ranking nobles.
Who knew that not only did Duque speak up, but he also made the other party half-dead.
Suddenly, Van Cleef had the urge to die for Duque. Now, not only did Duque take all the blame, but he also protected him. Tears welled up in Van Cleef's eyes.
Not many people cared about Van Cleef's emotions. Everyone's attention was on Duque's words.
"Ten days? Are you sure? The sand in the hourglass is more expensive than gold. We are in a race with death! "King Laing kindly reminded Duque.
"Oh, thank God. If you can do it, Duque, it will be a great help." Lothar, who had worked with Duque more often, was almost blindly optimistic. He did not know how Duque did it, but based on his understanding of Duque, he was sure that Duque would not make empty promises.
Laing looked at the restless nobles and frowned. "What are you going to do?"
The second Duke was obviously a little against Duque. "In front of His Majesty's Minister, no matter if it's for comfort or other reasons, lies are meaningless. Right now, we are discussing the lives and deaths of nearly half of Stormwind. We cannot allow a brat like you to speak big words. "
He was the king, and if necessary, he could force Duque's proposal through. But before that, it would be best if he could convince everyone.
Duque stretched his body and leaned comfortably on the bench. He crossed his fingers and placed them on his abdomen.
"It seems that your people think differently from you. Last night, your butler found my subordinate, Makarov, and said that he wanted two more ships to transport your treasures. Haha, if you don't believe me, why did you find my subordinate? "
Everyone knew that Duque was putting two and two together. Believing that Duque could stall the orcs for ten days and believing in Duque's fleet were two completely different things.
But either Duque's political intelligence was zero, or Duque was doing it on purpose. At this time, he told Laing that it was these vermin who wanted to disregard the lives of Laing's most cherished citizens, and empty the precious cabins to transport the treasures.
Almost at the same time, Laing, Lothar, Bolvar, and the other upright and outspoken nobles all had dark expressions.
"Ugh, oh, there's such a thing!? Impossible! " The Duke immediately denied it, but he immediately realized that he could not fool him. "I've been busy with military affairs recently. Perhaps there really is such a thing. If there is, I will definitely punish that butler. He actually dared to use our noble name to do such a dirty thing. Ugh, Count Marcus, don't change the topic. Whether you can stall for ten days is related to the survival of the entire kingdom. "
That poor butler would most likely become a scapegoat. After all, beating his dog was also a slap to his face. Duque did not care. He already had his own ideas about the nobles of Stormwind.
Of course, the topic returned to the most important matter, the tenth day.
"It's very simple. Since the Elven Forest has already been occupied by those greenskins, then I'll just burn half of the forest."
The moment Du Ke's voice fell, the entire place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
Duque was really daring!
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