The cheap master doesn't know how much it costs for humans to build a city. The night elves only need a tree, and the tauren live in tents. They have no idea about the construction of a masonry city.

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 disposing of waste.

The useless ones of the parliament, which have been piled up for many years, have not been carefully examined, and they have all been shipped over.

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

"That's Azshara, once the Queen of the Highborne, long dead."

"Oh, that's right!"

She groaned, thoughtfully. The statue is as tall as a person, and even after tens of thousands of years, its beauty remains intact.

How beautiful it is, she doesn't understand art, and she can't express it. The thousands of words in her heart can only be turned into a **** to express her feelings.

Even seeing her as a woman is heart-wrenching, and Azshara's beauty can be seen.

Sell ​​it back to the little king? Forget it, that’s still a child, the sculpture style of elves 10,000 years ago is realistic, the body, the charm, and the two indescribable things below the neck are all placed there so brightly, in case the little girl The king died directly, that is really a loss for the human camp!

Keep the statue first, and then think about who to sell it to later.

The mount is useless, so it is directly auctioned, and the highest bidder wins!

Night elf weapons and armor are actually not suitable for human beings. The moon blade looks good. It has blades on both sides and a handle in the middle. When it is swung, it shines with silver light. It has a dazzling effect and is extremely powerful.

It’s just that no one on the human side knows how to use it, let alone soldiers, even Vanessa can’t handle it well, so let’s sell it to those nobles who like to collect weapons!

The magic scroll from the ancient times, I didn't say it, sell it to Jaina!

Counting all the materials, it is conservatively estimated that these things can also be worth 70,000 to 80,000 gold coins.

"Are these enough?" Master Cheap asked after seeing her go through all the supplies.

Vanessa didn't say that the royal family of the Storm King was willing to bear half of the cost. According to her calculation, why is it so easy to repair? Anyway, when the real Twilight Trial comes back five years later, half of Stormwind City will collapse, without harming people's lives or affecting its use.

According to her calculations, the initial 50,000 gold coins alone were enough, and the purchasing power of gold coins was extremely strong. Before the orcs came to Azeroth, the human nations were fairly prosperous, the economy was in good condition, and the control power of each country was also very strong, which reflected that In terms of currency, the gold coins at that time had a high gold content and had a certain collection value.

It's much worse now, the social order is chaotic, the north has fallen, and there are a lot of organizations that mint coins privately, at least Vanessa and the others are secretly minting coins...

"Should be about the same?" Her tangled expression was saying 'not enough'.

The cheap master said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I will ask Mu Yue to find it for you later. There are still many such things in the parliament. It is useless for us to ask for coins, it takes up space."

I keep it for you! Vanessa looked at the pretentious cheap master, and the more she watched, the happier she was. How dare the goblin call herself a fat sheep? This is the fat sheep!

After doing the calculation inside and out, she saved money for building an ocean-going fleet.

After reporting the situation to the council, the council was really happy. It is said that the archdruid Fandral Staghelmet personally added Vanessa's name to the council. up.

The three masters and apprentices split into two groups. The cheap master and the senior brother Niu are going to catch up with the green dragon and ask her what happened to her being corrupted. Vanessa is going to hire a "skilled craftsman" to immediately rebuild 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, and money should not be used to corrupt the faith of the clergy, avoiding luxury! No expensive decorations are allowed!

 …

Separated from the cheap master and the others, 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 a construction unit of a project.

It was her Hope Vanessa Struy vest.

The little king guessed that she was the same person as the night elf who had been hiding her head and showing her tail before, but he didn't say anything, so he happily called the city architect, Baros Alexton.

Vanessa was very satisfied with the astonished expression on the middle-aged man's face. This was the third time the two met in a day, and the other party almost wrote the words "Why are you again" on his face.

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

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

"Mr Alexton?"

"Mr. Alexton! You are too rude!" The little king found himself 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 is, he is still the king of a country.

Vanessa smoothed things out with a smile: "Mr. Alexton knew my late father, we are not outsiders."

The little king nodded when he heard the word "dead father". He felt a little lost when he thought of his father who didn't know his life or death, so he didn't pursue it further.

"Since you know each other, it's easy to handle. The work of the Holy Light Cathedral is entrusted to you. Archbishop Benedictus is out of the city to preach. If you have any questions about the church, you can consult with the deacon~lightnovelpub.net~Little King Giving Vanessa a look that we have something to talk about privately in the future is considered to be the end of this conversation.

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

"What conspiracy do you have!" Barons said in a very low voice.

"Hey, uncle, why don't you believe me? I really came to save Stormwind City. The threat of the green dragon has been resolved. How good do you think? We have given up those ways of doing things a long time ago, and now we just want to use ourselves It’s just to earn some hard-earned money, is this against the law?” Her tone was firmer than ever, and the self-confidence that belonged to the extraordinary deepened her power.

Holding the mentality of not being surprised and dying endlessly, she whispered to Barons: "I still want to rebuild the Masons' Union, and you will be the vice president at that time!"

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

"Haha!" Vanessa laughed out loud. After a few encounters, she managed to grasp the mentality of this middle-aged man. This is a technical geek, and he doesn't understand anything else!