Cheap masters don’t know how much it costs for humans to build cities. They just need a night elves to have a tree, and the taurens live in tents. They have no idea about the construction of brick and stone structures.

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

The Senario Parliament is like cleaning the warehouse. At present, these materials are a bit of a waste.

The parliament was useless, and the ones that had been piled up for many years, and they didn't look closely, and they were all shipped here.

"Is this?" Vanessa pointed to the statue of Venus in front of her, like an Azeroth version of Venus, asking the cheap master.

"That's Azshara, the queen of the upper elf, who has been dead for many years."

"Oh, that's it!"

She said oh, thinking. The statue is one person tall, and even though ten thousand years have passed, it still remains unabashed by its beauty.

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

Even the woman, she was moved, and Azshara's beauty was evident.

Go back and sell it to the little king? Forget it, that's still a child. The elves' sculpture style ten thousand years ago took the realistic route. This body, this charming and two things that are indescribable below the neck are placed there so brightly. If the little king is killed directly, it will be a loss to the human camp!

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

The mount is useless, just auction it directly, the higher the price will be!

The weapons and armor of the night elves are actually not suitable for humans. The moon blade looks good, with blades on both sides, and a handle in the middle, which flashes silver when waving, with its own dazzling effect and extremely powerful.

But no one knows how to use it on humans. Not to mention soldiers, even Vanessa can’t play this thing well. Let’s sell it back to those nobles who like to collect weapons!

The magic scroll from ancient times, nothing was said, sold to Jaina!

Calculate all the materials and conservatively estimate that these things can also be worth 70,000 to 80,000 gold coins.

"Are these enough?" The cheap master asked in a deep voice as she passed through all the supplies.

Vanessa didn't say that the Storm King's royal family was willing to bear half of the cost. According to her calculations, what is the best way to repair it? Anyway, when the real Twilight Trial comes again in five years, Storm King will have to collapse half of it, not hurting people's lives or affecting their use. Just get along with the work!

In her calculations, the initial 50,000 gold coins 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 conditions were good, and the control of various countries was also very strong. It was reflected in the currency that the gold coins at that time were very valuable and had a certain collection value.

It's much worse now. The social order is chaotic and the north is falling. There are a lot of organizations that have privately minted coins. At least Vanessa and the others are secretly minting coins.

"It should be about the same?" Her entangled expression was saying 'not enough'.

The cheap master said indifferently: "It's okay, let Mu Yue look for you again. There are still many such things in the parliament. It's useless for us to ask for coins, and we take up space."

I will keep it for you! Vanessa looks at the cheap master who is pretending to be, and the happier she gets. The goblin dares to say that she is a fat sheep? The person in front of her is a fat sheep!

With this calculation inside and outside, she saved money from forming an ocean fleet.

After reporting the situation to the parliament, the parliament was indeed very happy. It is said that the Great Druid Vandal. Deer Helmet personally added Vanessa's name to the parliament. Even if she officially joined the council, she was an organized druid.

The master and disciple were divided into two groups. The cheap master and senior brother Niu were going to catch up with the Green Dragon and asked about her experience of being corroded. Vanessa wanted to hire a "skilled craftsman" to immediately carry out the reconstruction of the cathedral and part of Stormwind City.

In her plan, the new Cathedral of Holy Light should be simple as the main style of the building, and money cannot be used to corrupt the faith of the priests and avoid luxury! No expensive decorations are allowed!

Separated from the cheap master and the others, and told the little dwarf to study hard in the camp. Vanessa returned to Stormwind City for the third time in a day, this time she came as the head of a construction unit of a project.

She used her Hope Vanessa Struy's vest.

The little king guessed that she was the same person as the night elf who had hidden his head and tail before, but he didn't say it out loud, so he happily called the city architect, Valonus Alexton.

Vanessa was very satisfied with the shocked expression on the middle-aged man's face. This was the third time they met in a day. The other party almost wrote the words "Why are you again" on their faces.

"Mr. Alexton, Miss Hope Vanessa Struy came on behalf of the Council of Senario, and she was willing to undertake the renovation of the Cathedral of Holy Light."

The middle-aged man didn't hear the words of the little king at all. He knew Vanessa's true identity very well. Ten years apart, is the stonemason union going to build Stormwind City for the second time? What conspiracy is there?

"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 also the king of a country.

Vanessa smiled and smoothed out: "Mr. Alexton and my deceased father know us, we are not outsiders."

When the little king heard the word "dead father", he nodded. Thinking of his father who had no idea of ​​life and death, he felt a little disappointed and did not continue to pursue the matter.

"Since you know each other, it's easy to do. Please ask you for the work of the Cathedral of Holy Light. Archbishop Benedictus went out of the city to preach. If you have any church issues, you can go to the Assistant Festival to negotiate." The little king gave Vanessa a look that we would have to chat privately in the future, even if the conversation ended.

Vanessa put her hands in her pockets, humming the tune of the "Ten Years" of her previous life, and leaving the palace with her gloomy face, as if someone owed him two hundred gold coins.

"What's your conspiracy?" 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? We have long given up on those ways of doing things. Now we just want to use our abilities to make some hard-earned money. Is this illegal?" Her tone was never firmer than ever, and her confidence as an extraordinary person deepened her power.

With a mindset of not being astonishing as she could, she whispered to Vallons: "I will also rebuild the stonemason union, and you will be the vice president at that time!"

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