Abnormal, so abnormal.

As the first large-scale meeting presided over by Al as the master of Goldfinch City, it stands to reason that all the nobles present should give El this face, so that this meeting can be successfully passed.

But the nobles who jumped out one after another were constantly commenting on this military defense plan.

Although there was no fierce opposition, it was just some minor nobles putting forward various "suggestions", not excessive, but this kind of behavior was undoubtedly questioning Al, Old Patton and others in public, declaring their dissatisfaction and expressing their attitude.

Taking a gentle sip of water, there was no trace of anger in Al's eyes.

In other words, he was forcibly removed most of the guards without prior consultation, even if he went to support the front line, for the safety of the territory, he would be dissatisfied, and then try to unite in protest and express his attitude, so that the lord would have scruples and make some kind of guarantee.

It's fine, as long as you're not overdoing it, I don't mind sweetening you up. Al looked at the nobles below, and the old god was thinking.

Looking at the little nobleman who gave his opinion, Al did not show anger on his face, but smiled and asked the little nobleman who gave advice, "Then what do you suggest?"

"Ah", looking at Al who was different from what he expected, the little nobleman was obviously stunned, and then he still stiffened his head and said: "Dear little master, I think we should double the number of people to inspect villages and towns."

Perhaps fearing that El would be angry, the little nobleman explained, "After all, after your last transfer, the troops in various places are not as sufficient as usual."

"That's right", listening to the little noble's suggestion, Al thought about it carefully, and really missed this point.

Most of the guards in villages and towns rely on the guards of the nobles to keep the local security and maintain law and order, because only the nobles have the economic strength and status to train their men (except for their own family's direct domains). Especially after some peripheral villages were given to the nobility, the situation was even more so, and the security basically depended on the guards cultivated by the nobles themselves.

"Okay, then follow your suggestion, during the siege of Warcraft, the number of patrols in the territory will be increased from the original 4 teams to 8 teams", Al picked up the pen and commented on the meeting report, raised his head and replied.

"Wow", after hearing Al's answer, the nobles below couldn't help but make a noise, thinking that Al, who would be young and vigorous, and surprisingly angry, was so easy to compromise with them and give in.

However, this reply satisfied most of the nobles in the field, and this attitude was obviously a gesture of goodwill and sincerity to them.

Now that he has achieved his goal, and Eyre, who is the owner of Goldfinch City, has also given his attitude and maintained respect for them, most of the nobles are satisfied and quiet, and decide not to make trouble anymore, and listen to Al's military report quietly.

Only a small number of nobles, looking at Al who did not have any "resistance" and compromised with them so easily, had the illusion that El was young and could be bullied.

After Al made a compromise with the nobles in the field, the following meeting became harmonious, and no one jumped out to object, but they all listened carefully to Al's military defense plan, after all, it was related to the security of the territory, if the fortress could not be defended, there would be no eggs under the nest, and they would not be much better.

After a while, after Al finished reading out the military defense plan, the hall resounded with thunderous applause, and the old butler Freeman in the corner was also relieved, after all, at this time, the Viscount was in the sensitive period of retreat, stability was overwhelming, looking at the well-founded Al in the field, the old butler Freeman put down his heart, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Little master, I think it's ......", a harsh word interrupted the harmonious atmosphere of the conference hall, so that everyone couldn't help but look at the source of the sound.

Al, who had long sensed the sneaky thoughts of this nobleman, sneered disdainfully, "It's okay, I'll use you to make an example of the monkey, don't let the nobles in the field think I'm weak and bullied."

With the thoughts in Al's heart, the purple in his eyes flowed smoothly, and suddenly, a wisp of coercion permeated the audience, and the entire conference hall suddenly fell silent, as if everyone was strangled by the neck, and everyone did not dare to breathe.

And the nobleman who stood up and spoke just now was even more overwhelmed, as if a heavy hammer had smashed into his chest, so that he could not say a word.

The "Touch of Ice" swirled in the palm of his hand, and Al stood up suddenly, slamming one hand on the round table, expressing his anger, and in the horrified gaze of everyone present, "Click", the sound of cracking silk remembered, and the entire round table was surrounded by frost and completely frozen.

At this time, Old Barton and Rand were also furious, standing up one left and one right, the silver fighting spirit erupted, and the coercion of the silver powerhouse spread out arrogantly to the surroundings.

Listening to the sound of armor crashing with the many soldiers running outside the conference hall, the faces of many nobles in the conference hall were shocked. The nobleman was even more pale, sweating profusely, and almost passed out, while thinking regretfully: "In the territory of the Plantagenet family, Al is fully capable of lifting the table and re-establishing the rules."

It wasn't until he had done this that Al looked at the nobleman indifferently, "What, what do you suggest?"

"No, no, it's me who is talking nonsense", the pale nobleman hurriedly explained.

Glancing at the nobles in the hall with satisfaction, none of the people in the audience dared to look at him, and all of them bowed their usual arrogant heads respectfully. Al snorted, adjourned the meeting, and left the conference hall slowly.

With Al gone, it was not until much later that the hall resounded with the sounds of many nobles.

......

Back in the study halfway up the mountain, the old Barton and Rand and others behind him also followed.

As soon as he saw that there was no one around, Old Barton patted Al's shoulder excitedly and praised: "Little Al, it's good, you didn't see the faces of those nobles in the field, they are all the color of pig liver, tsk, it's so cool to watch."

And Rand on the side, the old butler and the two were also smiling, and it was obvious that Al was doing well in this meeting.

He grinned and looked at Old Barton's big hand on the shoulder, even though his body was much stronger now, it still hurt.

Quietly taking a step back, sitting on the study chair, Al said solemnly: "Since the last obstacle has been removed, then you can leave today, and hurry up to complete the training of those 40,000 people."

"After all, time is running out".

As soon as he said this, everyone's faces became serious, there was no way, the lesson was too profound, the "once in a hundred years Warcraft Siege" recorded in the history of the family, which time was not a heavy loss.

In particular, the establishment of the fortress was accompanied by the fall of the patriarch at that time, a gold-level powerhouse, and it was finally built.

"Yes," replied Old Barton and Rand solemnly.

"By the way, I'll write a letter in a while, the 10,000 elite soldiers who have just swept the territory, leaving 4,000 people scattered in the human gathering place in the territory, and the others you just take them to the Crossroads Fort to defend on the spot, as the first advance force."

"No problem," Patton Sr. assured, patting his chest, "Rand and I will arrange the fort defense plan and then return to our respective forts."

Nodding, Al took out two golden letters from his desk, stamped with the city lord's seal, handed them to Old Barton and Rand and said, "This is an order, after a while, each of them will go and select the fifty first-order professionals assigned to you."

As the core layer of Goldagenet, although Old Barton and Rand didn't know that because of the "attribute potion", there were a lot of people in Goldingetown who were promoted to the professional this year, but they still vaguely heard about it.

At this moment, after Al promised in person, Old Barton couldn't hide his excitement, 50 first-order professionals, hey, they were usually half of the high-level power in the territory, but now they are all in their own hands, he patted his chest hard, and promised that he would definitely defend the fortress to death.

Finally sent away the excited old Barton and Rand, looking at the figures of Old Barton and Rand outside the window, Al stood at the window, thinking faintly: "I don't know how many people can survive after this Warcraft siege."

Winter is coming, and the siege of Warcraft is coming.