"A 30% premium?! That bastard from the Barov Family! I'm going to kill him! "Lothar's anger was almost bursting through the sky.
"Calm down! Andoine! Calm down! The people in Southshore are the citizens of Stormwind, not Alterac's citizens. No kingdom, including Rotterdam, can provide for hundreds of thousands of refugees without compensation! "After Laing poured cold water on Lothar's head, Lothar finally calmed down.
"How's Southshore now?" Noxus did not ask the Morning Star Wizard this time, but another attendant.
At this moment, a letter from a Gryphon Knight arrived.
Laing and Andoine opened the letter, and found that it was from Duke Bolvar Fordragon, who was in charge of guarding Southshore.
"Your Majesty, I know you have been concerned about the situation of the citizens in Southshore. I'm here to report the latest news. In fact, the situation of the refugees is improving rapidly.
"More than half of the refugees have moved into wooden houses. Mr. Edwin Van Cleef, who is in charge of building the houses, seems to have adopted a method of building houses called 'moulding' from Duke Marcus. Although the houses look the same, it can prevent our people from being exposed to the sun and rain in a short period of time.
"The new temporary palace has been built. It's on top of a hill at the edge of Southshore, and you can overlook the sea. His Highness William is very fond of the new two-storey stone palace.
"The Merfolk under Sir Marcus have started to chase a large number of fish to the coast. I saw with my own eyes that as long as they cast a net on the shore, they will definitely be able to catch fish. I have to say, this is a miracle. It would be even better if we could get food from the Barov Family. That's because the food collected from the Western Wilderness and Rotterdam can only last for two weeks at most. "
"Although I don't want to admit it, I have no place to interfere in the civil affairs. Sir Marcus's arrangements are perfect, and my interference will only make things worse. The only problem now is that the people are pessimistic about the future of the country. Sir Benedict has tried his best to appease the people, but unfortunately, the effect is not great.
"The worst thing is that we lack food, necessary equipment, and a clear military goal. The morale of the army is at its lowest.
After reading Bolwald's letter, Laing heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Bolvar and Benedict did their best, and I can't blame them for anything." Laing put down the letter.
"Indeed, Benedict is a good man, but not a capable one," Noxus said. In fact, Archbishop Benedict of Stormwind City was also a good friend of his. They had known each other for more than twenty years.
"On the contrary, our little Duque can always surprise us! I almost forgot that he's actually a mage and not my assistant minister. " Laing showed a rare smile. "I think we should give little Duque more power and more responsibility."
"Don't be fooled by his appearance. He is indeed a genius, but he is actually only fifteen years old." Lothar showed Laing the white hair on his temples. That was proof that she had been harmed by Sargeras's last curse.
"I know, but we don't have anyone we can use, do we? Even if it's you, I think you should find an assistant. "
"Alright, I will think about it."
Laing thought for a moment, and wrote a letter asking Bolvar to give more autonomy to Duque …
Five days later, Southshore.
Duque rushed back, travel-worn.
He made a trip to Alterac on his way back, which could be considered a visit to the king. But as Duque expected, he did not see King Eden Pirynold.
First, the king was unhappy that Duque had taken a detour to the Barov Family instead of coming to Alterac, which was closer. Secondly, Eden had received a secret report from Terenas, the king of Lordaeron. It seemed that the king of the strongest of the Six Kingdoms had the intention to convene a major meeting involving all the human kingdoms, dwarves, and elves for the "one" that had just been removed.
King Eden was distraught, and naturally had no time to entertain Duque, who was obviously promoted to the frontlines as an emissary.
An edict allowing Stormwind to build a refugee camp in Southshore, and a meal of food from the Alterac Royal Family. It was like sending off a beggar to Duque.
Makarov was naturally indignant, but Duque just laughed it off. Since he knew the direction of history, he knew very well what kind of person the king of Alterac was.
Duque did not care about anything else. He got the edict, ignored the food carts, and went straight back to Southshore.
From the north to the south, he came out of the Altrank Mountains, entered the Hillsbrad Hills, passed Tarren Mill, and was about to reach Southshore.
Makarov was stupefied by the rows of neatly arranged wooden houses that looked like a lattice on the side of the road. Those who did not know the situation would think that a huge new city had been built here, and not a refugee camp that could accommodate nearly 500,000 people.
When they saw Duke's family flag that was filled with death and terror, the children playing around the house, the women knitting or cooking, and the men building the house, everyone in the campsite and the surrounding forest raised their heads.
"Ah! It's Sir Marcus's flag! "
"Is it that Sir Marcus?"
"Quick! Bow your heads and salute! He is our great benefactor, Duke Duke Marcus. "
The children and men saluted, and the peasant women saluted in an unfamiliar ladylike manner. There was no organization, no coercion, and they all saluted Duque spontaneously.
Not only the people, but also the city guards, sheriffs, and passing legions, all knelt on one knee and placed their left hands on their chest, showing their heartfelt respect to the owner of the flag.
To the people, counterattacking Stormwind City was something that was too far away.
Perhaps the people were ignorant, and they did not know too many twists and turns. Their focus was only on the simplest and most simple things such as clothing, food, housing, and transportation.
Saving them from the brutal Beastmen could naturally gain their gratitude for a while.
But for the people to truly recognize him, it would take long-term efforts to at least meet their basic needs.
Duque did it.
He not only used his fleet to save hundreds of thousands of Stormwind citizens, but he also built Southshore into a holy place where there was no hunger or cold, and there was not too much suffering.
On the way here, not a single refugee had died on the way, and not a single citizen had shown a look of despair.
Duke used his miraculous methods to stop the collapse of the building.
In the eyes of the people, compared to King Wrynn, who lost his country, and Lothar, who was constantly defeated, Duque was the real hero.
"Salute our hero, Sir Duke Marcus!" An unknown officer shouted.
A second later, it was a tsunami of 100,000 soldiers and civilians shouting in unison.
"Long live Sir Duke Marcus!"
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