"The great lord who doesn't have fiefdom?" Agamandel was shocked in his heart, is this changing the aristocracy?!

"Any doubts?" Benny narrowed his eyes, the mark on his forehead brightening. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Nope. Agamande lowered his head, hiding his suddenly somewhat pale face.

"Any other questions?"

"No more. Agamand bowed directly and sat back in his chair. As for the rest of the questions----- to hell with it, I've been a little obsessed lately!

"Do you have any questions for the others?" Benny looked around at the group.

"Your Excellency, Great Lord!" an official seated at the head of Agamande stood up and bowed. , Benny recognized him, he was the surviving nobleman of the original Hearthvale, Baron Aman, in his 40s, a seemingly capable mid-light man. His fief was in Hillsbrad, and he happened to be working in the Valley of the Hearth when the undead invaded, so he was lucky not to be killed by the undead, and later when the nobles selected officials, this person had some business talents, and he usually had a good reputation, so he was arranged in the logistics department. "Is the rebuilding of the city still in charge of the logistics department?"

"The duties of the logistics department will not change!" Benny's voice seemed to come from the air, filling the entire conference room. "The reconstruction of the city and the reclamation of farmland are still in the responsibility of the logistics department!" "Benny has never set up a 'construction department', but has directly placed the responsibilities of the construction department under the logistics department. The redevelopment of the city and the recruitment of artisans have always been the responsibility of the logistics department, because it is not yet time to create more departments to divide the power.

Arman bowed and sat back in his seat.

"Any questions or suggestions?" said Benny, looking around at the officials again.

The officials looked at each other, and no one stood up to speak anymore.

"So. Benny withdrew his gaze and looked at Agamandel. "Count Agamandel!"

Agamand stood up and bowed to listen.

"Craftsmen and designers were convened to discuss the redevelopment of the royal cities of Andorhar and Lordaeron. Agamande nodded in agreement, and Benny continued. "Also, start the land reclamation work in Tirisfa and Andohar immediately!

"Yes!"

"Ron, Walter, Lauder!"

"Here!" the three officers stood up and saluted.

"The military supplies were immediately loaded onto the ship, the army began to distribute war supplies, and three days later set off for the port of Misinaire!"

"Yes!"

"Lord Tirio!" Benny called out with his new official title.

Beside him, Tirio stood up and saluted.

"After I'm gone, you'll be in charge of the reconstruction and development of Lordaeron and the Dawn Light!'Logistics Department, 'Ministry of Education', and 'Church of Light' will be under your control!

Tirio saluted again, this had been discussed a long time ago, and today was just a formal announcement of the order.

"Grand Lord Gavinrad!"

Gavinrad stood up and gave a salute to his chest.

"You'll be in charge of all military affairs for Lordaeron and the Dawn Light!" The Research Department and all armies are under your control!"

Gavinrad saluted again to signify his acceptance.

"Everyone!" everyone got up with Benny.

"During my mission to the southern kingdoms, everything went according to the original plan!" said Benny, looking around at everyone present. "I hope that when I return from the southern kingdoms, I will be able to see a brand new Lordaeron!"

"For the Light!"

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Two days later, the Basilica of the Holy Light Vault.

The vast chamber was illuminated by the light-glowing greatsword on the altar, and Benny, Tirio, Gavinrad, and the others stood under the altar's high platform, staring at the increasingly dazzling greatsword.

"It's going to be done!" Benny said, squinting.

The giant sword on the altar has been completely wrapped in holy light, and several people under the high platform can no longer see the situation of the giant sword, the holy light is getting brighter and brighter, and even the heroic spirits on the altar are drowned in golden light.

The holy light in the giant sword has reached a saturated state, and the surroundings are suddenly dark, and the holy light all drills back into the giant sword, and several people regain their vision, and the female heroic spirit Sarah stands in front of Benny with the giant sword.

"My lord!"

'Ember Bringer----' Benny sighed inwardly and took the greatsword, without the heaviness he imagined, the greatsword was so light that Benny could easily level it with one hand. Above the greatsword, the silver hand mark on the 'disc' floating above the blade was clearly visible. The sword body constantly has holy light flowing into the body and then flowing back to the sword body, and this sword is like a source of holy light.

"Tirio!" Benny turned suddenly.

Tirio was stunned: "Your Excellency?"

"Your weapon!" Benny threw the weapon abruptly, Tirio hurriedly reached out and caught the light greatsword, the warm holy light passed from the greatsword into his body, and the arm was connected to the greatsword, and the flowing holy light connected him to the holy sword like blood.

"Your Excellency?!" Tirio hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Look at its markings. Benny gestured to a mark on the sword's body that looked like a hand that made a 'forbidden' motion. "This is an artifact made for the Silver Hand. ”

"But---- Gavin Rad is better suited to it than I am!" Gavin Rad is more prestigious than he is at the Silver Hand, for Gavin Rad has been Uther's lieutenant since the Silver Hand was founded, and he has been out of public view for many years because of the Itreg affair.

Gavinrad smiled and shook his head, "From the first time I saw this weapon, I thought it belonged to you, Tirio. ”

"Gavinrad became more proficient in the 'divine way'. Benny said with a smile. "I already have ideas for Gavin Rad's weapon, but it's clearly not it. ”

"This ----" a holy light-blessed artifact, holding it tightly Tirio felt the glory. "I'm not qualified to use it yet. ”

"Who are you going to call to use it?" Benny shrugged. "Is it a vase here?" Benny patted Tirio's arm directly. "It's a weapon, a weapon blessed by the Light, a weapon that guides the Light, a weapon that guards the people! it's your weapon, you know?"

Tirio nodded silently.

"After I'm gone, Stratholme will be handed over to you and Gavinrad, use it well, use it to protect our hearts! All the sacrifices of Lordaeron, and the Heroic Spirits resting in the Land of Light, are watching us!"

"Swear in the name of the Light!" Tirio held his greatsword in front of him in a solemn knightly salute. (To be continued.) )