The kingdom of Quel'Salas is a big cake, and the only ones who are qualified to use knives are the royal family and the council.

Sean didn't care about anything within the clan, and he didn't know exactly what the Dawn Blade represented.

In the Crimson Hall, under the platinum lamp, an all-Silver Moon City gathering was held, and the members shared a common name - the Blade of Dawn. Behind the dozen or so senior members stood dozens of sub-members, and the backbone of the Dawn Blade was made up of them. Everyone is prepared for what is going to happen today.

In another room, Sean observes the newly arrived mid-level representatives against their resumes, and his instantaneous memory allows Sean to call out the name of each elf the next moment.

"In a moment you sit beside me and receive their salute together. It's time to slowly teach the responsibility into your hands, I know you don't care, but ......"

Hearing the mentor pause, Shane turned his head sideways to pick up the conversation: "But there is no escaping responsibility, mentor, I will always be a Dawnblade." "Shane had heard Sylvanas and Winresa say that he was not like a Dawnblade, and he himself thought he was not, but when he saw the sick mentor the other day, he learned that he was no different from the real Dawnblade, and his heart urged him to take up the responsibility and not to shirk his mission.

The voice of the mentor continued to be heard in his ears, and Shane looked at him smiling calmly, but the tiredness hidden in his eyes could not hide from him.

"I've seen it early on that you don't look like the Dawn Blade, but the Dawn Blade's family style is rooted in your bones, and I can trust you with many things," the mentor said with a pleased smile: "If you are willing to marry a woman from the royal party, I can retire with peace of mind today." You know, Lady Marand means a little bit to you, as long as you nod your head, this marriage can come to fruition in half a year. ”

"Mentor," Shane said embarrassedly.

The mentor laughed: "Okay, okay, I won't interfere in the marriage matter anymore, whether it's the Windrunner or the Wang Party, you make your own decisions." You have to remember that there is a principle in high-ranking clan marriages: the choice of partner depends on political needs. Even if politics requires you to marry a commoner woman, you'd better not disobey it. Because starting today, your personal opinion equals the attitude of the Dawn Blade, and you don't let them down. See. They all agree with you as the next leader. ”

Sean followed the mentor's hand and stood in the hall waiting for their clan members, neatly lined up according to their status, with the smell of an army waiting to be reviewed, with expressionless faces and no voices. No wonder Windranger doesn't like the Dawnblade. He thought of Wen Lesha's doubts, couldn't help but smile, and continued to look at the resume in his hand.

"100 years of service in the patrol cavalry regiment, professional ranger, retired"

"Elven Gate 210 Years of Service, Career Priest, Retirement"

"150 Years of Service of the Silver Moon Rangers, Career Priest, Retired"

"Quelldanas Island served for 150 years, priest by profession. Decommissioned"

"The ...... of the Royal Mage's Order."

"The government serves ......."

The resumes behind their names carry a lot of weight, everyone has military experience, and Shane is only a new tender compared to them. Today, dozens of people work in the administrative system, some in the judicial system, and some run large trading companies. There are countless people at the grassroots level, their individual strength is limited by their talents, but when they are all combined, the Dawn Blade is everywhere. Shane's clan is the gatekeeper who affects all aspects of elven society with his own actions.

"As a Gatekeeper leader, all you have to do is maintain the political status of the Dawnblade in Quel'Thalas. Leave the rest to them, and you! They are the pillars of the house, and they are responsible for adding bricks and tiles. The mentor gave Shane a final lesson.

The ceremony of determining the heir is simple, and the members report their names in turn. Swear allegiance to one's family name and obey the guidance of the leader. The document, signed by dozens of people, was sent to various places the next day so that all clan members could know about it.

At first, Shane expected someone with insufficient intelligence to come out and jump to death, move his fingers to dust him, and enjoy a treatment of Allah's horn. But the cutscene went smoothly and there were no waves. In the final analysis, it is his strength that is strong enough to convince the public, and the main members who are knowledgeable enough to know what the foundation of their group is, to unite as one, and to be able to choose from within the clan. Clans that are unable to do these two things have long since disappeared into the 6,900-year-old history of the High Elves.

With the most meaningful things done in Silvermoon City, Shane prepares to return to the Red Sun White Tower. The Council of Tirisfa has changed drastically, the Silvermoon Council has no jurisdiction over it, and it has no intention of governing, there is only one way to deal with it, and doing what is in front of you is the best way to deal with it.

One night after taking the oath of "You take this", Shane received some documents from his mentor, 15% of the shares of the clan's large trading company, and some of them were transferred to his name.

"It's a fixed stake reserved for the clan leader, and you now enjoy half of it, 300,000 gold coins per year. You are more reluctant to free rationing, but free rationing helps us consume a lot of materials and supports the normal operation of the country. We no longer expect that people who have too much pleasure will be able to feed themselves. ”

Shane is not opposed to the state paying for supplies to be distributed to the masses, he is opposed to the enterprising spirit of consuming too many elves under free rationing. However, thanks to the blessings of the national treasury for all ages and children of the whole country, the elves have established a relatively healthy economic cycle. Moreover, the main income of the clan's large trading company comes from state procurement, and Sean wants to cut this cake until next year.

"Is there anything else the mentor would like to instruct?" Shane put away the papers.

"Finally, I'll give you half of the Dawnblade."

After speaking, a lot of lists were handed over to him, and after looking at it, the weight, Shane's hand couldn't help but sink.

"The mage training and priest training of the Dawn Blade will be handed over to you, and the priest group will all be under your command, and the mage group will be left in the hands of my old bone first."

Looking at the list in his hand, inexplicable sadness swirled in Shane's heart again, and the mentor was explaining what was going on. Silently adjust his emotions, put away his sadness, and look at the mentor with a smile on his face.

"How much does the Royal Mage Guild give you a lot of money for your academy?"

"Yes a lot," Shane said honestly.

"The second phase of the project was raised to 1 million gold coins. You have built the school house of the mage, and do not forget the school house of the priest. I've already calculated for you, what Morning Walker, Sunwing, Dawn Star, the moment they embarrass you is under my calculation, if the king doesn't say it, I will also pull you into the Royal Mage Association as a deputy, throw an academy for you to build, transfer the resources of the association to you, and wait for the day when you will take over my position. A few backwards thought that without me, they could crush the Dawnblade, dreaming. ”

The mentor's cunning feeling is back.

Shane smiled, "I won't give up the Dawnblade's position in the council to others. ”

The Mentor smugly: "They are no match for you, and I have no regrets if I win another overwhelming victory over the Windrangers." ”

Sean was embarrassed not to know what to say.

At the beginning of December, Shane returned to the Red Sun White Tower, bringing back a large number of Dawnblade people, who were unwilling to leave Silvermoon City, he and his mentor were not reluctant, and those who followed him out of the city would be his flesh and blood in the future. (To be continued.) )