At Storm Harbor, seeing the huge Poseidon sailing ship quietly anchored in the harbor, with a big sign on the dock saying it was for the exclusive use of the Stonemasons Guild, and Count Duke's private soldiers personally on duty, VanCleef's eyes turned red again.
Edmund Duke's reputation has penetrated into the hearts of every citizen of Stormwind Kingdom. His courage, wisdom, fairness, kindness and greatness have almost become sacred. People began to put his name on par with King Llane and Anduin Lothar.
No matter where they are, the private soldiers of Count Edmund who wear the emblem of the Hundred-Armed Death will be treated with the most solemn respect by the citizens, equal to that of knights.
All the chaotic scenes will become orderly after the arrival of Duke's private soldiers.
This is the reputation, this is the spontaneous worship of Duke by the people.
When VanCleef and other stonemasons stayed behind to work, many of them were thinking about selling their lives to Stormwind Kingdom as the price for their families being sent away early... Who would have thought that Duke would actually send them away too?
There was absolutely no possibility of abandoning the enemy after their rabbit was dead. Before leaving, Duke's chief butler, Makaro, personally sent the Southshore refugee camp construction plan, which made VanCleef and his brothers clearly know that there were still many places where they could be used.
"Here is the money needed to build the house." Makaro's men brought over fifty boxes of gold coins. "If it's not enough here, you can use your signature to go to the 'Sea King Chamber of Commerce' branches in Kul Tiras and Menethil Port to withdraw no more than 300,000 gold coins for construction."
"Master...does he trust me so much?"
Makaro smiled and said, "Master Edmund said that he had seen your eyes, and those eyes told him that you are the kind of person who would do anything for the people and for your brothers, even sacrifice yourself. He believes in your character."
Before he knew it, two lines of hot tears had already flowed down, and VanCleef burst into tears, crying like a child.
Makaro patted VanCleef on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job. The master said, 'The reconstruction of New Stormwind City in the future depends on you.'"
VanCleef looked up, a little dazed. "Will we take back Stormwind?"
"Yes. Because the master himself said, 'Stormwind City will be destroyed, but Stormwind Kingdom is destined to be reborn.' Master Edmund Duke is synonymous with miracles. If he can't do it, who can do it?"
If Duke can't do it, who can?
At the age of 14, he made a bold statement that he would surpass Medivh, the guardian of the world at that time.
Before he was 15, he became one of the most wealthy merchants in the entire Stormwind and even in the seven human kingdoms.
In the same year, he risked his life to follow Anduin Lothar to raid Karazhan and throw the Burning Legion leader Sargeras into the Abyss.
Not long ago, he even rode a griffin alone, used magic to summon endless skyfire, and burned 100,000 orcs to death. (Well, for publicity purposes, poor Daniel was ignored, and the number of orc casualties was exaggerated tenfold. Anyway, when the orcs retreated hastily, Lothar had thousands of charred orc corpses picked up and displayed to the public, and the people believed it decisively.)
Who is the miracle? Duke himself is the miracle!
For a moment, VanCleef's heart was filled with passion.
"If you want to act cool in front of Anduin Lothar, you should at least become a professional first, right?" Duke's words still echoed in VanCleef's ears.
VanCleef clenched his fists tightly and made a decision:
Become a professional!
Not only am I a stonemason, I also want to be a strong man and guard my master!
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the cabin.
This is an extraordinary time, and Makaro and VanCleef immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
That's the direction of Stormwind Naval Port.
Due to the needs of the war, the dock has actually been constantly expanded. The berthing space at the northernmost end of the civilian dock is very close to the military port, so what happened in the military port a few dozen meters away can be clearly seen here.
"Get off the boat! There's no extra space on the boat for you dirty guys."
When Makaro, VanCleef and others saw the dirty guys the noble was talking about, their eyes widened - those were naval officers and soldiers from the Stormwind!
Why were the officers and soldiers who were the owners of the ship driven off?
"This is a ship of the Royal Navy!!" The first mate on the ship waved his fist angrily.
"Not for now!" The nobleman with the earl's medal on his chest raised his hand arrogantly, and immediately a man who looked like a butler came forward.
Makaro recognized him. He was Count Crispin Ferrens, who was rescued from Karazhan by Windsor a while ago.
Shit! I saved a damned scoundrel. And they are treating these scum like kings.
At this moment, Makaro cursed the "meddlesome" Windsor in his heart.
"King Llane Wrynn has issued a decree ordering the Jacob to transport the Duke of Ferrens and his family and their belongings to Southshore starting from the 8th of this month..."
There was nothing wrong with the order itself. In fact, it was a great favor for Llane to free up naval vessels to transport the nobles. But the king's order was obviously exaggerated.
In order to take away more of their own people, as well as heirlooms and valuables, the nobles actually blew up all the navy ships, and filled the cabins originally used for naval officers and soldiers with treasures, guards, servants and maids.
A naval officer suppressed his anger and said, "Then your safety will not be guaranteed!"
"My men can handle this ship well without you crappy makeshift sailors. They are all sailors with rich experience in long-distance voyages." At this moment, the arrogance of the nobility was fully displayed in Count Crispin Ferrens.
Can the navy's military ships be the same as civilian ships?!
The sailors were furious.
But they dared not to attack, because the one who came out was Count Crispin Ferrens. But the father of this Count was the famous Duke Ferrens. At the peak of the Ferrens family's power, it occupied a fifth of the Elwynn Forest as its territory, and was one of the oldest nobles in the Stormwind.
"How will the ship get back then? The Jacob has another mission to evacuate people from Stormwind City in five days."
Earl Crispin held his chin high without even raising his eyelids: "When we get to Southshore, I will order the soldiers there to bring the ship back." After that, he ignored the naval officers and soldiers and disappeared from the cabin. Only eight ferocious guards were left, lined up in a row, blocking the cabin.
Arrogant, disrespectful, and self-righteous.
Why are there heroes like Anduin Lothar and Edmund Duke among the nobles?
And why is it filled with scum like Crispin Ferrens!?