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The terrible north wind cried out like a child in agony, and it blew hard through the Tirisfal glades into the main city of Lordaeron.

In winter, the cold air currents continue to sweep the world.

He didn't miss anywhere, the streets of Lordaeron's main city, the people walking back and forth, their pace involuntarily accelerated.

The cold weather outside made them not want to stay for a long time.

And at this moment, on the street, there is a person, who walks slowly.

He was draped in a black cloak, black as ink, and shivered as the north wind blew continuously.

The pace, not fast, but powerful.

Soon disappeared into the street step by step, and came to a mansion.

It is an extremely luxurious mansion, and you can see it from the main door just by looking at it from the outside.

The wood of the gate is a special kind of wood, this is the wood of the Song Forest, because of their proximity to the Well of the Sun, they have been influenced by magical power for many years, and they have developed a special power.

This is the material used to make the zuò staff, but now it is being used to build ordinary and useless gates.

His only role is to embody the luxury of the owner of the mansion.

He walked towards the gate step by step, but when he approached the gate, he was intercepted.

He was stopped by armor. Guards with weapons. The squire was covered in armor. The face is also wearing a mask, covering the face tightly, and the whole body moves, like a machine, making a clanging metal collision sound, a thick sound resounded behind the metal mask, the sound was like thunder, and the vibrating metal mask buzzed.

"The guy who hides his appearance. This is not where you should be,"

"I want to see the owner of the mansion," his attitude was very good, he was not reprimanded, but with the slightest fluctuation of emotion, and his tone was very flat,

"It can't be," said another guard.

"He's right, don't take your cloak off. It's impossible for you to be informed," a kind reminder sounded.

"With it. I'm sure you can enter," he reached for his arms and pulled out a token that shimmered with golden light, and then flashed out.

The token is shining with gold, not because it has some mysterious power in it, but because the token is made of pure gold, and there is a special setting on it, which will not dim at all, but will always remain bright.

The token is the size of a palm, you can hold it with one hand, the four sides are engraved with patterns, and the lines are very exquisite, but this is not important, the important thing is that the center of the token is clearly depicted with a word.

There's nothing in this per se? But next to the word Ling, there is a mark.

Seeing it, several guards immediately became respectful, and one of them made a gesture of invitation, and automatically moved out of the way.

One of the guards took the initiative to take two steps forward, walked to the gate, and knocked on the gate.

Seeing this, he was not surprised at all, and directly put away the token and waited quietly.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The door was opened, and it was a man in his thirties, with long black hair, but it was neatly combed, and his clothes were neatly dressed, and he looked like a meticulous person.

He glanced outside, and at a glance he saw a man in a black cloak.

A bright look flashed in his eyes, and he strode over and spoke respectfully; "Prophet, you are here, please, Your Highness will be very happy to know that you are here."

This one was the prophet Medivan.

Medivan walked towards the interior of the mansion and said casually; "What has His Highness been busy with lately?"

"It's not a matter of the industrial base yet,"

"For this, there are a large number of people in the mansion who want to come to the door every day, and in the end, His Royal Highness was annoyed and directly closed the door, and sent guards to guard it, and after not letting it in, this made the mansion much quieter," he didn't hesitate and explained directly.

Medivin nodded his head again and again, and said in agreement.

At this moment, Rex is in his room, fiddling with a document.

This is a recent data on the sales of electric heaters produced in industrial bases, which clearly lists the sales of electric heaters.

Now that it is winter, the weather is getting cooler and cooler, and the introduction of electric heaters can be said to be well received.

Because of the electricity, this system uses battery blocks, so the price is not low, and it is not for the general public at all, so Rex has put a lot of effort into the appearance and made it very exquisite.

In order to earn the money of these nobles and merchants.

Although this amount of money is not as much as the cable telegraph, it is still a considerable amount.

The success of the cable telegraph of 150,000 gold coins cannot be replicated.

The biggest fundamental reason for his success is the use of cables and telegraphs, communication, which is a very important thing in the world of Azeroth.

Electric heaters are made using battery blocks, but in the summer, electric fans are not used.

At that time, all the kingdoms of Gilneth will be able to use electricity, and Rex can't guarantee it, but in the main city of Lordaeron, there is no big problem.

The population of the Kingdom of Gilneth is mostly concentrated in the main city of Lordaeron.

There are hundreds of thousands of permanent populations here, and hundreds of thousands of floating populations, which together exceed the number of millions.

It occupies about one-third of the population of the Kingdom of Gilneis.

Therefore, after supplying the main city of Lordaeron with electricity, and satisfying these millions of people, the market can be regarded as open.

There was the sound of footsteps, and a maid stepped into the room. She bowed. She opened her mouth to preach; "Your Highness the Prophet is here."

"Prophet," Rex muttered as he withdrew his gaze from the material, then pushed his chair away, stood up, and strode out of the room.

The Prophet, Medivan, he came. Rex still attaches more importance to it,

This one, like Vincent, is the Lord of the Three Treasures, who counts the times with both hands, but this Medivan has to count with one hand.

Since the Battle of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal, Rex has not had any contact with this Medivan, Medivan deliberately concealed his identity, and Rex did not reveal it, pretending not to know.

Medivan's current identity can be described as being shouted by everyone. Taking the initiative to uncover it can only make Medivin never appear again. In this way, Rex might as well pretend to be confused and directly pretend not to know.

It's hard to be confused, isn't that what this sentence says.

"It's been a long time, you've gained a lot of weight," Rex said with a smile as he looked at Medivan, who was still dressed as usual.

This sentence is not Rex's joke, but Medivan has really gained a lot of weight.

"Your Highness, you're wrong, it's just that I'm wearing some more," Medivan said, shaking his head slightly, his black cloak swaying.

"Let's go, it's too cold outside, let's go in and talk," Rex was extremely kind, and beckoned Medivan directly to walk into the room.

The strong naturally have the privileges of the strong, and they can't be coerced, they can only play the family card.

You have to know Medivan's relationship, but he is inherently close to the Stormwind Kingdom.

Medivan's two hardcores, his best friends, one is the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom and the other is the former king of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Although a series of events have been experienced later, it has not affected Medivan's closeness to Varian at all.

That's why Rex has a big idea for Egwen, as long as he recruits Egwen.

Varian, the biggest pillar, can be said to be abandoned, and if there is a dispute with the Stormwind Kingdom in the future, there is no need to worry about Medivan, a strong man.

Pushing open the door, I just walked into the room, and a wave of heat came over the surface.

In the room, the electric heater is on, and waves of heat are constantly sweeping.

Looking at the electric heater, Medivin was obviously stunned, and then immediately reacted, pointing to the electric heater and speaking; "This is the electric heater that has been very hot recently,"

"yes, he's the electric heater," Rex said, nodding.

"It's really convenient, but it's a pity that it's not using magic, otherwise I'm going to buy one," Medivin looked at the electric heater, his eyes sharpened, looked at it carefully, and then said with a sigh.

"It's nothing? I can give you a small generator for the Prophet, and with all his power products can be used," Rex admired Medivan's sharp eye, this one, like Gianna, had a more vicious eye, and at the first glance of such a product, he judged that he could also be driven by magic.

There are many mages who have seen electric heaters, but there are very few who can be like Medivin and Gianna, and in Rex's cognition, there are only the two of them.

This made Rex give birth to a kind of that, no wonder people are big, mages, and others can't.

"In that case, I'll take it," Medivan said directly, not knowing what politeness was.

"You go to the industrial base and give my order, prepare a small generator, and prepare all the electrical products, one at the same time, and load them all up, and transport them," Rex said as he turned to one of the maids standing behind him.

The truth of striking while the iron is hot, Rex still understands, for a strong person like Medivan, he is not afraid of giving too many gifts, but he is afraid that he will not want it.

"Hmm," the maid replied, then took the token that Rex had still come from with both hands, and solemnly placed it in her bosom.

He turned and walked out of the room, disappearing from Rex's vision.

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