New Order of Azeroth

The cheap masters don't know how much money it costs for humans to build a city. As long as the night elves have a tree, the tauren still live in tents and have no idea about city construction with masonry structures.

He was also a little embarrassed to find that Vanessa had been staring at the statue of Azshara.

The Cenarion Council is completely cleaning the warehouse, and now these materials are a bit like dealing with waste.

Everything that was useless in the parliament and had been piled up for many years was shipped over without even looking at it.

"What is this?" Vanessa asked the cheap master, pointing to the statue in front of her that was missing two arms and looked like the version of Venus in Azeroth.

"That is Azshara, once the queen of the Highborne, who has been dead for many years."

"Oh, that's right!"

She said oh, thoughtfully. This statue is as tall as a man, and its beauty remains intact even after thousands of years.

Exactly how beautiful it is, she doesn't understand art and can't express it. All the words in her heart can be turned into one sentence to express her feelings.

Even her heart moved when she saw this woman, Azshara's beauty was evident.

Sell ​​it back to the little king? Forget it, he was still a child. The sculpture style of the elf ten thousand years ago was realistic. This posture, this charm, and the two indescribable things below the neck were all placed there so clearly. What if the child... The king died directly, which was a real loss to the human camp!

Keep the statue for now and figure out who to sell it to later.

The mount is of no use, so it will be auctioned directly, and the one with the highest price will get it!

In fact, night elf weapons and armor are not suitable for humans. The moon blade looks good, with blades on both sides and a handle in the middle. When swung, the silver light shines, with a dazzling effect and extremely powerful.

It’s just that no one on the human side knows how to use it, let alone soldiers. Even Vanessa can’t play with it. Let’s sell it back to nobles who like to collect weapons!

The magic scroll from ancient times, unsaid, sold to Jaina!

After calculating all the supplies, I conservatively estimated that these things could be worth 70,000 to 80,000 gold coins.

"Are these enough?" Master Jianyi asked in a deep voice after watching her go through all the supplies.

Vanessa didn't say that the royal family of Stormwind Kingdom was willing to bear half of the cost. According to her calculations, why would the repair be so easy? Anyway, when the real Twilight Trial comes again in five years, half of Stormwind City will still have to collapse. It won’t hurt anyone’s life or affect its use. Just make do with it!

In her calculations, the initial fifty thousand gold coins alone were enough. The purchasing power of gold coins was extremely strong. Before the orcs came to Azeroth, the human countries were still prosperous, the economic situation was good, and the control power of each country was also very strong. In terms of currency, gold coins at that time had a high gold content and had a certain collection value.

Things are much worse now. The social order is in chaos, the North has fallen, and there are a lot of organizations that secretly mint coins. At least Vanessa and the others are secretly minting coins...

"It should be about the same, right?" Her troubled expression said 'not enough'.

The cheap master said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. Let Muyo look for it for you later. There are a lot of these things in the parliament. It's useless for us to ask for coins. They take up space."

I'll keep it for you! Vanessa looked at the cheap master who was showing off, and she became more and more happy. How dare the goblin say that he is a fat sheep? This person in front of me is the fat sheep!

By doing this calculation, she saved money for building an ocean-going fleet.

After reporting the situation to the council, the council was indeed very happy. It is said that the archdruid Fandral Staghelm personally added Vanessa's name to the council. She was officially a member of the council and was an organized druid. .

The three masters and apprentices were divided into two groups. Master Cheap and Brother Niu were going to catch up with the Green Dragon and ask about her experience of being corrupted. Vanessa was going to hire 'skilled craftsmen' to immediately start the reconstruction of the cathedral and part of Stormwind City.

In her plan, the new Holy Light Cathedral should use simplicity as the main style of the building. Money should not be used to corrupt the faith of the clergy, and luxury should be avoided! No expensive decorations!

...

Separating from the cheap master and the others, and telling the little dwarf to study hard in the camp, Vanessa returned to Stormwind City for the third time in one day, this time as the person in charge of the construction unit of a project.

She used her Hope Vanessa Struy vest.

The little king guessed that she was the same person as the night elf who had been hiding before, but he didn't tell the truth and happily called the city architect, Barons Alexton.

Vanessa was very satisfied with the shocked expression on the middle-aged man's face. This was the third time the two met in one day, and the other man almost had the words "Why is it you again" written on his face.

"Mr. Alexton, Miss Hope Vanessa Struy is here on behalf of the Cenarion Council. She is willing to undertake the repair work of the Holy Light Cathedral..."

The middle-aged man didn't listen to what the little king said later. He knew Vanessa's true identity very well. After ten years, would the Stonemasons Guild want to build Stormwind City for the second time? What's the conspiracy here?

"Mr. Alexton?"

"Mr. Alexton! You are so rude!" The little king found that he had been talking for a long time, but the middle-aged man didn't listen at all. He was a little angry. No matter how peaceful his personality was, he was still the king of a country.

Vanessa smiled and smoothed things over: "Mr. Alexton and my late father knew each other. We are not outsiders."

When the little king heard the word "dead father", he nodded. He felt a little disappointed when he thought about his father who did not know whether he was alive or dead, so he did not pursue the matter further.

"Since you know each other, it will be easier. I will leave the work of the Holy Light Cathedral to you. Archbishop Benedictus is out of the city to preach. If you have church-related issues, you can go to the deacon for consultation. UU read www.uukanshu.net " The little king gave Vanessa a look that said we'll chat privately later, which was the end of the conversation.

Vanessa put her hands in her pockets, humming the tune of 'Ten Years' in her previous life, and left the palace together with Mr. Barons, who had a gloomy face, as if someone owed him two hundred gold coins.

"What conspiracy do you have!" Barons' voice was extremely low.

"Oh, uncle, why don't you believe me? I'm really here to save Stormwind City. The threat of the green dragon has been resolved. How good do you think it is? We gave up those methods of doing things a long time ago, and now we just want to use ourselves Is this illegal just to make some hard-earned money?" Her tone was firmer than ever before, and her extraordinary self-confidence only deepened her authority.

With a mentality of never giving up, she whispered to Barons: "I want to rebuild the Masons' Union, and then you will be the vice president!"

"Thank you, I haven't lived enough yet!"

"Haha!" Vanessa laughed. After several contacts, she finally grasped the mentality of this middle-aged man. He is a technical geek and knows nothing else!