After staying at the Stormwind estate for two days, Varian could basically see Arthas shamelessly teasing his mother all the time. The moment he wasn't paying attention, they would start doing it, mating in broad daylight, which made him feel a bit awkward. Several times he wanted to ask, but seeing the smile on his mother's lips, he just silently lowered his head and sighed. Just let them be.
In two days, Arthas had collected a hundred portions of Life Essence. He basically just fucked and shot his load whenever he recovered, constantly eating like crazy to replenish his energy. He treated Queen Taria like an ATM, with her vagina as the cash dispenser. The wanton violation of an elegant, mature woman old enough to be his mother always gave him a sense of conquest whenever he rode her, as if all things had submitted beneath his groin!
"Varian, are you ready? We're about to set off." Arthas hummed a little tune, acting as if nothing had happened, even though he had been deeply exchanging bodily fluids with Varian's mother for the past two days. This shameless behavior had a bit of a politician's flavor to it; politicians and kings needed to be thick-skinned.
"I'm ready. I can leave at any time." Varian had also been coordinating matters among his attendants and nobles for the past two days. The Orcs in Stormwind had already withdrawn, leaving only a devastated and broken city. There were probably still a large number of corpses and garbage inside.
The city had to be cleaned up before it could be rebuilt. Moreover, arranging for the return of the kingdom's refugees also required time and planning; not everyone was willing to go back. Some had already started families and careers here, so whether they would return was another matter.
In short, the road to reviving the Kingdom of Stormwind was still incredibly long. It was best to proceed slowly.
Leading the army to the ship, a green-skinned female Goblin wearing a pirate hat waved her arm at the bow. "Master, over here! It's so good to see you, Master."
"This is Omiya, my chief financial officer. All financial expenditures and income are handled and distributed by her," Arthas introduced. "This is the crown prince of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Varian. In the future, our business in the Kingdom of Stormwind will be in cooperation with him."
"Oh, by the gold, hello, Your Majesty. It will be a pleasure to work with you." Omiya was as lively as ever. She had been in high spirits recently. She had taken a fleet from Kul Tiras to the continent of Kalimdor and, relying on her old contacts, had made a deal. The raw materials she purchased in Zandalar were transported to Quel'thalas just as the war broke out, and Silvermoon was in dire need of a large amount of supplies.
With Arthas's tip-off, Omiya went to trade with Silvermoon with her ships almost fully loaded. The High Elves, who usually looked down on Goblins, traded with her readily.
This readiness was a matter of cash on delivery, which Omiya found somewhat incredible. Almost no Goblin could trade with High Elves; those long-ears looked down their noses at other races. Even with the humans they were closest to, they often fell out and gave them the cold shoulder, let alone Goblins.
After making a fortune in Quel'thalas, she had just returned to rest and recuperate when she heard Arthas say he had secured the order to rebuild Stormwind. This made Omiya cry out that she was losing out again. When Arthas brought Edwin VanCleef to analyze the required funds with her, Omiya shook her head repeatedly. Asking her to part with money was more painful than killing her.
However, when Arthas proposed that they could take over the maritime trade business of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the profits from the monopoly would be absolutely substantial.
In addition, pearls were almost monopolized by the Naga dispatched by Arthas, and he had brought all the offshore resources under his control. Making money off those people was simply too easy. No money to pay? They could pay with population, land, or mines.
The more he talked about how much money the business could make, and how this money was needed for technological research and development—striving to build railways to improve transportation capacity, making money generate more money, the concept of compound interest—the more Omiya looked at Arthas with eyes full of adoration. If the timing had been right, she might have been unable to resist sucking him off to express her respect.
"Hello, Omiya." Varian nodded politely to Omiya. Arthas's meaning was that he would not manage things here unless it was a major event; otherwise, he would basically not interfere.
And Goblins, well, everyone knew they were a race that valued profit above all else. What puzzled Varian was, could Arthas really keep this Goblin in line?
Also accompanying them on this trip was a contingent of High Elf Rangers. Lirath did not go, but stayed behind to care for his comatose husband. The three Windrunner sisters set off with Arthas. Alleria, needless to say, was Arthas's wife and naturally had to follow her husband.
The third sister, Vereesa, had a very good impression of Arthas. This brother-in-law was very generous to her, giving her troops a lot of supplies, never holding back on what she needed, and even deliberately selecting a forest as a habitat for the Rangers. This filled her with goodwill towards Arthas.
Only Sylvanas still held a deep loathing for Arthas. Not seeing him for this period of time had made her very happy. This beast had violated her mother in front of her. She would never forget Arthas's vile smile. He was a beast in human skin!
The ship sailed downstream, guided by the Naga who used the ocean currents to speed up the voyage. A journey that would have originally taken five days was cut down to almost a day and a half. If they had a tool like an Airship, one day would have been more than enough.
There was no port near Stormwind. Unlike the large port that was built later, it was now almost a pile of ruins.
After making his calculations, Edwin began to direct the Orc Peons to build the port. All of this cost money. At the same time, he sent out Goblin shredders for logging and used Arcane constructs for quarrying and transportation.
"Stormwind still needs you to supervise its reconstruction. I will lead the troops to the Redridge Mountains to rendezvous with Lord Lothar." Although Arthas seemed to be discussing it, he had in fact already made his decision.
"As king, I should participate in the final blow against the Horde. They destroyed Stormwind!" Varian was still a bit impulsive, and for some reason, he subconsciously didn't want to listen to Arthas. Because the other man had fucked his mother, if he obeyed, it would feel like he was treating him as a father, which was absolutely unacceptable!