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Upon being reincarnated as the Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas expressed his reluctance to become the Lich King. Lady Gianna Proudmoore is as wealthy as a nation, and is she my aunt? Is Sylvanas Windrunner my sister? Gianna is still young and lovely! Hmm, the Queen of the Wrynn dynasty is quite attractive! Saving Azeroth is non-existent; only by being surrounded by women can one sustain life. Dragons, high elves, night elves, female trolls, female orcs, female draenei - none will be spared, all are my flesh vessels. Deceiving, manipulating, and pretending to pursue the Lich King: I have never seen such shameless behavior from a paladin, hypocritically deceitful yet pretending to be a righteous savior. Dreadlord: How do you know? Isn't he just a tool in your eyes? Lich King: I saw him bring back my wife's soul and even impregnate her! The Dreadlord looked at the sinister Lich King and said, "Nathrezim, you must stay strong for the Legion!" The Lich King coldly smirked at the Dreadlord monitoring him, saying, "We are all in this together." Dreadlord: ??? What do you mean?! Lich King: Hehe.

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Chapter 130 Calculations from the Nobility

Arthas had been busy every day during his week by the sea. He collected herbs and minerals all over the mountains, personally worked on iron, forging, and crafting alchemical potions.

He also had to patrol the gnolls' territory from time to time to coordinate the handover between gnolls and soldiers.

The gnolls expanded their territory in the forest and prohibited attacks on humans.

Arthas scavenged some hard-to-find items to trade with merchants for food. The complex forest was not safe, and only the gnolls could reliably find some valuable resources in the eyes of humans.

Similarly, the Naga drove the murlocs to collect pearls and marine specialties.

Arthas even gathered craftsmen at the seaside to build a large house, which was a factory, a canning factory.

A factory for making canned fish. Transporting a large amount of sea fish was inconvenient, and the noble class did not like eating fish, considering it something only commoners would eat. If they were to eat it, it would be degrading!

It would be such a waste to let all these sea fish resources go to waste.

Therefore, turning them into canned goods was the best choice. It not only prevented losses due to the decay of sea fish but also facilitated transportation and storage.

Whether used in civilian business or military supply transportation, it was incredibly practical.

The only drawback was the need for some preliminary time to build the factory and gather materials and ores. However, these were not issues they just required time.

There was a small incident in between when a group of pirates attempted to attack the farm but coincidentally encountered Naga patrols, resulting in the new follower Haley wanting to impress and getting captured by the Naga.

Ashvane's fleet had already departed, carrying goods to trade elsewhere.

"Someone hired pirates to kill me?" Arthas stroked his chin, wondering who could hire pirates.

"Is it from the orcs?"

"No, it's Count Strahad from your Lordaeron," Vashj's smile appeared very playful, evidently finding joy in others' misfortune.

"For what reason?" Arthas knew Naga possessed memory probing spells, though the consequences of being probed by them were uncertain.

"You nearly killed his son. He only has one son, so it doesn't matter if you are a prince or not," Vashj elegantly sipped her seaweed tea. Lately, she was in a good mood due to the prospects of cooperation, making her naturally cheerful.

"Roton?"

"That's right."

Well, that was a bit foolish.

A son, if lost, could be replaced.

But provoking a prince, especially the sole heir to the throne, was unwise.

Count Strahad's ancestors had followed the founding emperor of Lordaeron to this land, establishing a long-standing lineage of nobility.

Their estate near Stratholme was strategically located, with desirable features like lakes, forests, and proximity to high elf territories, making it a lucrative area for trade and smuggling.

"Hand him over to me. It seems I've been too lenient, allowing myself to be bullied," Arthas chuckled in exasperation. He hadn't even started confronting the aristocrats who hoarded resources but did nothing, yet they were already undermining him. They clearly underestimated him!

Disregarding a prince's status as a prince? It was time to show what it meant to be a prince of Lordaeron!

Without further inquiry, Vashj was preoccupied with coordinating Naga affairs, which involved more complexities than simple human collaboration.

Among the Naga, there were dissenting voices against humans that needed to be dealt with firmly, even if it meant shedding blood for their cause.

As long as they could break the curse and reclaim their high elf identity, any sacrifice was acceptable.

Both Vashj and Azshara endured the passage of millennia, mastering the art of composure even in urgent situations.

Upon Arthas's return to the farm, Bridget hurriedly approached him, handing over a magical letter. "Your Highness, it's a missive from Lordaeron, written by King Your Majesty to you."

Taking the letter and reading its contents, Arthas's expression confirmed his suspicions.

"I understand. I leave this place in your hands. Bridget, oversee the investments here for me. You can enlist the help of gnolls and Naga when necessary. This is the capital for our future endeavors. The output of these factories will determine the extent of our territories. What's mine is yours." He squeezed her hand affectionately.

"Your Highness, I will safeguard this place with utmost care."

Bridget blushed slightly, unfazed by being one of many spouses, especially when even the Black Dragon Queen held the title of Your Highness's spouse. The real concern was perhaps Gianna, the future Queen Consort of Lordaeron, who had yet to marry but already had several spouses, a provocative situation for any woman.

"Lordaeron needs my attention again, concerning the high elves. This time, Marlan will accompany me. Rest well, and once I've dealt with the orc threat, we will embark on conquering a new land, forging our own legend," Arthas embraced Bridget, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. "I will take responsibility for you, I promise."

"I believe in you, Your Highness," blushed Bridget in response.

Vashj did not join them but handed Arthas a seashell. If blown near the sea or a river, she would come to meet him.

At the Lordaeron palace, the usually gentle Queen Consort Leanne furiously stabbed an apple with a dagger, maintaining her regal and elegant demeanor even in anger.

"That old fox has gone mad! Trying to scheme against my son! Hmph, I doubt you can bear the consequences!"

Evidently, Count Strahad had begun his moves, spreading rumors among the nobles that Arthas had eyes for his son's woman, not only stealing her but also leaving his son crippled and branded a traitor.

Treating a law-abiding noble in such a manner could lead to similar treatment of others all nobles must unite, regardless of rank!

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