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In the previous Honorary Conference, the Drehart family took a relatively neutral position.

They didn't follow the thorns, but they didn't immediately join Sharlayan's seaport development plan.

Since he had to go to Dalaran to do other things, Sarlayan didn't pay attention to the follow-up personnel allocation. He didn't know why the construction of the Zul'Aman port was handed over to the Drehart family.

The person Lor'themar sent to report quickly gave a response, and it was a message delivered by Valeera herself.

"Onyxia's arrangement?"

Sharlayan rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "I see, I know what she wants to do."

In a word, Onyxia wanted to take this opportunity to go fishing and catch those who still had doubts and dissatisfaction with the plan, but did not dare to stand up to oppose it.

Anyone who is not hopelessly stupid can see that this time the seaport development plan is related to the future development of Quel'Thalas, and anyone who dares to die will be marked as "unavailable" by Kael'thas mark.

Sharlayan could guess what those people who were hiding in the shadows and making small moves meant.

In order to cooperate with Kael'thas' reform policy to improve the status of civilians, Sharlayan invested a large number of civilian workers in the port construction this time, and even replaced the expensive arcane puppets to a certain extent.

His approach undoubtedly aroused the dissatisfaction of the entire aristocratic class.

Sharlayan was in the heart of the emperor, and everything he did was tacitly approved and supported by Kael'thas. No one dared to make irresponsible remarks in person, but it was inevitable to make small moves behind the scenes.

The seaport development plan... and even the naval development plan are related to the national policy of Quel'Thalas in the next few years. Even Dar'Khan, who is still playing fish and playing dead, knows that it is impossible to touch.

The recent policy of the Sun King and the cabinet to elevate the status of the common people is very obvious, which has aroused the anxiety of the noble and privileged class, worrying that they will be ridden on the head by those muddy legs in the future.

Knowing that they shouldn't be demons at this time, some people still couldn't hold back the turmoil in their hearts. They wanted to show some color to Earl Deep Shadow, who was responsible for carrying out Kael'thas' will, and let him know that the entangled nobles in the country are not so good moveable.

"Heh~ Then let me see how tough your attitude is."

Sharlayan looked coldly at the manager who was still curled up and trembling on the ground: "Come on Lars, hang this guy upside down on the tallest lamppost, so that everyone in the port can see what happens to those who neglect their duties. "

The manager tremblingly stretched out his hand to ask Rao to excuse him, but he was still too painful to speak at the moment, and could only look at Sharlayan with pleading eyes.

Laras frowned and approached Salayan's ear and asked, "Is it really going to be done? Aren't you afraid of completely tearing apart the Drehart family?"

Sarlayan said with a sneer: "The large-scale domestic reforms will inevitably touch the cake of some people, and conflicts with vested interests are inevitable. We must first show a firm attitude."

"If you don't hit the mountain today, believe it or not, tomorrow they will change to another person and continue to mess with us?"

Laras nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

"Come on! Hang him up for me!"

…

Sharlayan didn't just stand there and wait. Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the workers, he led the Far Travelers to the pier that was still under construction.

As Kael'thas said, due to the undisguised threat from Lordaeron, the construction efficiency of the port closest to the sea border has declined significantly.

A large number of recruited workers are lazily leaning on the side of the road, and only a handful of them are still working.

However, most of the people in these jobs are out of mind, and most of them are distracted.

The people at the port of Zul'Aman have long heard that important figures will come to boost morale recently, but they don't know the exact time.

According to the past practice, before the important person visits, they will warm up in advance, arrange the welcome ceremony with gongs and drums, and make the cards full.

Sharlayan did the opposite, and quietly led a group of travelers straight to the scene, and caught the port manager who was fishing for pleasure.

Many workers saw the chief manager who was hanged upside down at the entrance of the pier, and stood up from the ground one by one, looking at each other in dismay.

They haven't figured out the situation yet, they gathered together and whispered together.

"What's the situation? Why was the housekeeper of Drehart's house hanged?"

"Who knows, it's probably because of embezzlement of public funds that it was found out, right!"

"This one... Could it be the famous person who was rumored a while ago? He came here without even saying hello, at least let us put on a show."

"Cut~ You're still putting on a show. Didn't you see that everyone in charge was hung up? Wait and see."

Sharlayan, who had keen senses, heard most of the whispers, but he didn't make any response. He strode to the end of the pockmarked pier and looked to the south of the sea as far as the eye could see.

"Heh~ That brat Alsace is really daring."

The port of Zul'Aman is very close to the sea boundary between Quel'Thalas and Lordaeron. After opening the eagle eye, you can intuitively see the Lordaeron patrol ships swimming back and forth on the distant sea.

Lor'themar, the old fritter, consciously brought a man with more gorgeous clothes. He was the deputy director of the construction plan of the Zul'Aman port.

Salayan had seen this person before, and vaguely remembered that he was one of the stewards of the Sangunar family.

"You are…"

The rather familiar deputy chief bowed to Sharlayan respectfully.

"Earl Deep Shadow, I am one of the stewards of Viscount Sangunar, and my name is Le Brown."

Sharlayan nodded noncommittally: "Hello, LeBlanc, first explain to me the difficulties facing the port construction."

Le Blanc smiled wryly and pointed to the far end of the sea level: "The Earl should have also seen that Lordaeron's East Sea Fleet has been swimming in the sea to exert pressure."

"Occasionally, these **** will deliberately drive the ship across the border before Admiral Jefferson Berryman led the Offshore Fleet to rush over."

"The huge pressure that is so close makes workers afraid to go to work with the risk of being attacked."

"Jamil...that is, the housekeeper of Drehart's house took the opportunity to accuse the timid civilian workers of being useless, and applied to the higher-ups many times to replace the arcane puppet used in the project."

"Heh~ change? Where can I change?"

Sharlayan shook his head and said: "The six major ports started construction together, and the only remaining engineering puppets in the country were frantically scrambled for by all parties. There are too many monks and too little food. I can't get it just by changing it."

Le Blanc sighed helplessly: "Who says it's not? I heard that recently there are nobles in Silvermoon City who want to increase the construction of arcane puppets for the project. They are determined to replace these workers."

Sharlayan pondered for a moment before continuing to ask: "What happened after Jefferson came? Have the ships of Lordaeron retreated yet?"

"No."

LeBlanc was also quite puzzled about this: "The admiral brought a total of 5 galleons, both in terms of number and tonnage, are above Lordaeron's East Sea Fleet. I don't know why they dare to bite the bullet and block the border. on-line."

Even the common people have heard about Lordaeron's Eastern Sea Fleet pretending to be a privateer fleet to invade and plunder but suffer heavy losses, let alone Le Brown, who can manage the lord's house.

"Are you confident..."

Sharlayan stared at the three pitiful medium-sized sailing ships in the distance with flickering eyes.

"Lor'themar, send the flag bearer to the top of the lighthouse to issue a semaphore in my name to the offshore fleet patrolling nearby."

Lor'themar asked with an unchanged expression: "What is the content of the order?"

A cold light flashed in Sharlayan's eyes: "Let Admiral Jefferson drive the fleet to the border for a 'live ammunition show' to actually test the power and range of the newly added magic cannon."

…

"what?!"

Using binoculars to see the semaphore on the top of the lighthouse in the port of Zul'Aman~www.readwn.com~ On board the Sea Dragon, the new flagship of the Offshore Fleet, Admiral Jefferson Berriman, with his white beard and hair, twitched his lips, showing a half-smile He looked at the adjutant beside him.

"An order from the Royal Chief Planner? In other words, this is what His Majesty meant?"

The adjutant was a little uncertain: "It should be... right?"

"Ha! I don't care if he is, anyway, I have received the order, and I can't blame me for any problems."

Berryman had long since had enough of Lordaeron's bluff. The boys from the East China Sea Fleet seemed very confident, thinking that the high elves would not dare to do anything to him.

The Earl of Deep Shadow wanted to test the quality of the new weapon with a live ammunition exercise, and Berryman, who was full of anger, would naturally not refuse.

"Full sail! Full speed ahead!"

Although Berryman was gray-haired, he was still full of energy, giving orders in a loud and resonant voice full of passion.

"Let those little sea dogs of Lordaeron see how powerful the new Quel'Thalas Navy is!"

"Oh!"

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