The cheap master doesn't know how much it costs humans to build a city, they only need a tree for the night elves, and the minotaurs still live in tents, so they have no concept of masonry city construction.

He was also a little embarrassed to find Vanessa staring at the statue of Aishara all the time.

The Cenarion Council is all about cleaning the storeroom, and at the moment these supplies are a bit of a waste disposal.

The council was useless, and it had been piled up for many years, and it was not carefully looked at, and it was all shipped.

"What is this?" Vanessa asked the cheap master as she pointed to the statue in front of her that was missing two arms, like an Azeroth-like version of Venus.

"That's Azhara, once the queen of the upper elves, who has been dead for years."

"Oh, that's right!"

She sighed, thoughtfully. The statue is a man tall, and even after 10,000 years, it still has no loss of beauty.

How beautiful it is, she doesn't know art, and she can't say it, and a thousand words in her heart can only be turned into a sentence to express her feelings.

Even the woman who saw her was moved, and Aishara's beauty could be seen.

Turning back and selling to the little king? Forget it, it's still a child, the elf's sculpture style 10,000 years ago is a realistic route, this posture, this charming, this indescribable two things below the neck are so clearly placed there, in case the little king hangs directly, it is really a loss for the human camp!

Keep the statue first, and then figure out who to sell it to.

The mount is useless, it is auctioned directly, and the one with the highest price wins!

Night elf weapons and armor, in fact, are not suitable for humans, just that moon blade, it looks good, there are blades on both sides, and a handle in the middle, waving it with silver light, with a dazzling effect, and the power is also extremely strong.

It's just that no one on the human side will use it, let alone soldiers, even Vanessa can't play this thing, so let's go back and sell it to those nobles who like to collect weapons!

The magic scrolls of the ancient era, unspoken, sold to Gianna!

Calculate all the materials, and conservatively estimate that these things can also be worth seventy or eighty thousand gold coins.

"Is that enough?" The cheap master saw that she had gone through all the supplies, so he asked in a deep voice.

Vanessa didn't say that the royal family of the Storm Kingdom was willing to bear half of the cost, according to her calculations, would it be so easy to repair? Anyway, when the real Twilight Trial comes back five years later, Stormwind City will still have to collapse halfway, without hurting people's lives or affecting its use, and it will be over if you just make up your life!

In her calculations, just the initial 50,000 gold coins are enough, the purchasing power of gold coins is extremely strong, before the orcs came to Azeroth, the human countries were still prosperous, the economic situation was good, and the control of each country was also very strong, which was reflected in the currency that the gold coins at that time had a high gold content, and at the same time had a certain collection value.

It's a lot 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 they are secretly minting coins......

"It should be about the same, right?" Her tangled expression was just saying, 'Not enough.'"

The cheap master said indifferently: "It's okay, go back and let Mu Yo find it for you again, there are still many such things in the council, we want coins useless, take up space." ”

I'll keep it for you! Vanessa looked at the cheap master who pretended to be forced, and the more she looked at it, the happier she became, and the goblin dared to say that she was a fat sheep? This is the fat sheep in front of you!

Inside and out, she saved money to build an ocean-going fleet.

As soon as the situation was reported to the council, the council was really happy, and it was said that it was the Grand Druid Vandal. Deer Helm personally added Vanessa's name to the council, and she was officially a member of the council, an organized druid.

The three men are divided into two groups, Master Cheap and Brother Niu will catch up with the Green Dragon and ask her about her corrosion, while Vanessa will hire a 'skilled craftsman' to immediately start the reconstruction of the cathedral and part of Stormwind.

In her plan, the new Cathedral of the Holy Light should be simple as the main style of the building, and no money should be used to corrupt the faith of the clergy and avoid luxury! No expensive ornaments!

......

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

It's her Hope. Vanessa. Struid's waistcoat.

The little king guessed that she and the night elf who had hidden his head and tail were the same person, but he didn't say anything, and happily called the city architect, Barons. Alexton.

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

"Mr. Alexton, Hope. Vanessa. Miss Struy came on behalf of the Cenarion Council and was willing to take on the restoration of the Basilica of the Light......"

The middle-aged man didn't listen to the little king's words at all, he knew Vanessa's true identity too well, after ten years, could it be that the stonemasons' union was going to build Stormwind City for the second time? What's the conspiracy here?

"Mr. Alexton?"

"Mr. Alexton! You're 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 rounded: "Mr. Alexton and my deceased father knew each other, and we are not outsiders. ”

When the little king heard the word deceased father, he nodded, thinking of his father, who did not know life and death, was a little disappointed in his heart, and did not continue to pursue it.

"Since you know each other, it's easy to do, the work of the Cathedral of the Holy Light is entrusted to you, Archbishop Benedictas goes out of the city to preach, if you have any problems with the church, you can go to the assistant priests to negotiate." The little king gave Vanessa a look for a private chat in the future, even if it was the end of the conversation.

Vanessa put her hands in her pockets, hummed the tune of her previous life, and left the palace with Mr. Ballons, whose face was gloomy, as if someone owed him two hundred gold coins.

"What the hell are you scheming about!" Barons' voice was extremely low.

"Oh, uncle, why don't you believe me? I'm really here to save Stormwind, the threat of the green dragon has been solved, how good do you think? We've long since given up on those ways of doing things, and now we just want to use our abilities to make some hard-earned money, is this all against the law? Her tone was unprecedentedly firm, and the confidence of being a transcendent deepened her authority.

With the mentality of not being shocking and dying, she also whispered to Barons: "I still want to rebuild the Stonemason Guild, and you will be the vice president at that time!" ”

"Thanks, I haven't lived enough!"

"Haha!" Vanessa laughed, after a few contacts, she can be regarded as grasping the mentality of this middle-aged man, this is a technology nerd, and the rest does not understand anything!