At Stormwind Port, Van Cleef's eyes reddened when he saw the huge Poseidon ship moored in the harbor. There was a large sign on the dock that read 'exclusively used by the stonemason guild', and Count Duque's personal guards.
Count Duke Marcus' reputation had seeped into the hearts of every citizen of Stormwind. His courage, wisdom, fairness, benevolence, and greatness had almost become holy. People began to put his name alongside King Laing and Anduin Lothar.
No matter where they were, the private guards of Count Marcus who wore the emblem of the hundred-armed god of death would receive the most solemn treatment, equivalent to that of a knight.
All the chaotic scenes would become orderly after the arrival of Duque's private guards.
This was prestige, this was the people's spontaneous worship of Duque.
While Van Cleef and the other stonemasons stayed behind to work, many wanted to sell their lives to Stormwind as the price for sending their families away early … Who would have thought that Duque would actually send them away?
There was no way they would be killed when they were already dead. Before leaving, Makarov, the butler of Duque's external affairs, personally delivered the construction plans of the Southshore refugee camp. This made it clear to Van Cleef and his brothers that there were still many areas where they could be of use.
"Here is the money needed to build the houses." Makarov's men carried over fifty chests of gold coins: "If this is not enough, you can also use your signature to withdraw up to 300,000 gold coins from the 'Sea King Merchant Guild' branch in Kurtiras and Menethil Port."
"Master … Does he trust me that much?"
Makarov smiled: "Master Marcus said that he saw your eyes, and they told him that you are the kind of person who will do anything for the people, for your brothers, even sacrificing yourself. He believes in your character. "
Two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks, and Van Cleef wailed like a child.
Makarov patted Van Cleef's shoulder: "Do well. Master said that the rebuilding of New Stormwind will depend on you."
Van Cleef looked up in a daze: "Will we retake Stormwind?"
"I will. Because Master himself said, 'Stormwind City will be destroyed, but Stormwind City is destined to be reborn.' Master Duke Marcus is synonymous with miracles. If he can't do it, who can? "
That's right!
If Duque couldn't do it, who could?
At the age of 14, he declared that he had surpassed the World Guardian Medivh at that time.
Before the age of 15, he had become one of the richest merchants in Stormwind and even the seven human kingdoms.
In the same year, he risked his life to follow Anduin Lothar to launch a surprise attack on Karazhan, sending the boss of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, into the bottomless abyss.
Not long ago, he had summoned endless Heavenly Fire on his Griffin alone, burning 100,000 Orcs to death with a single fire. (Well, it's necessary for publicity. Poor Darnielle was ignored, and the number of Orcs killed in battle was exaggerated by ten times. Anyway, when the Orcs retreated in a hurry, Lothar asked his men to pick up thousands of charred Orc corpses to show to the public, and the people decisively believed it.
Who is the miracle? Duque himself was a miracle!
For a moment, Van Cleef's heart was filled with blood.
"If you want to act cool in front of Anduin Lothar, you should at least become a professional, right?" Duque's words still echoed in Van Cleef's ears.
Van Cleef clenched his fists tightly, and he made a decision.
Become a professional!
Not just a stonemason, but also a strong person to guard Master's side!
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the cabin.
This was a critical time. Makarov and Van Cleef immediately looked towards the direction of the sound.
It was the direction of Stormwind's military port.
Due to the needs of the war, the port had been constantly expanding. The northernmost berthing of the civilian port was already very close to the military port, so they could clearly see what was happening at the military port dozens of meters away.
"All of you, get off the ship! There's no extra space on the ship for filthy people like you. "
Seeing the filthy people that the noble was talking about, Makarov and Van Cleef's eyes widened. Those were the navy of Stormwind!
Why were the owners of the ship being chased off?
"This is the Royal Navy's ship!" The first mate on the ship waved his fist angrily.
"Not for now!" The noble with the count's medal arrogantly raised his hand, and immediately a person who looked like a butler walked forward.
Makarov recognized him. He was Count Christian Ferens, whom Windsor had rescued from Karazhan a while ago.
F * ck! He really f * cking saved a scourge back. And he actually treated these scum like they were his king.
At this moment, Makarov was cursing Windsor in his heart for being so 'meddlesome'.
"Summon the imperial order of King Laing Wrynn. From the 8th of this month, Jacob is responsible for transporting Duke Ferens and his personal belongings to Southshore …"
There was nothing wrong with the order itself. In fact, it was already a great gift from Laing to have the navy ship free to transport the nobles. But the king's order was obviously amplified by someone.
In order to transport more of their own people, as well as their family heirlooms and valuables, the nobles actually threw the entire navy off the ship. The cabins that originally belonged to the navy were all filled with treasures, guards, servants, and maids.
A navy officer suppressed his anger: "Then your safety will not be guaranteed!"
"I don't need you lousy temporary sailors. My men can handle this ship just fine. They are sailors with rich experience in long-distance voyages. " The arrogance of the nobles was vividly displayed by Count Christian Ferens at this moment.
Bullshit!
How can a navy ship be the same as a civilian ship?!
The navy's lungs were about to explode.
But they did not dare to do anything. The one who came out was Count Christian Ferens. But this count's father was the famous Duke Ferens. At the peak of his power, the Ferens family owned one-fifth of the Elven Forest as their territory. They were one of the oldest nobles in Stormwind.
"How will the ship come back?! Jacob still has a mission to evacuate people from Stormwind in five days. "
Count Christian raised his chin and did not even lift his eyelids: "Go to Southshore. I will order the soldiers there to bring the ship back." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the naval officers and disappeared from the cabin, leaving only eight fierce-looking guards lined up in a row, blocking the cabin entrance.
Arrogant, condescending, and proud of being born noble.
Why were there heroes like Anduin Lothar and Duke Marcus among the nobles?
And why is it full of scum like Christian Ferens?! '
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