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Stormwind Mage God

This is a tale of a young guy who travels to the world of Azeroth. He's all about love and justice (and not turning into a ghoul), not afraid to give up everything (he can run back to his corpse to respawn), and on a mission to find what's been lost: morals/morality and humanity (integrity). He never stops trying to regain his integrity, even when he falls off the wagon. ------------- Hello everyone I am back with a new Project!!!!! Yes this was previously partially translated on here -https://www.webnovel.com/book/stormwind-mage-god_25830019606309105 I started over from scratch and did not use any of the previous translator's work. To reiterate- this is a CN translation and not an original story. If you're not into Chinese fanfics this is probably not for you. I am not a professional, this is just a hobby for me, and I am just a 1 man team. I do the best that I can with what I have. The more motivated I am the more active I will be in editing up to chapter 80ish to the current standard. If you like what I do feel free to buy me a coffee at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/GPTandChill - or sign up for my patreon @ patreon.com/GPT_And_Chill

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Chapter 679: Licking Their Wounds

Three years past the Dark Portal, a semblance of peace graced the Alliance.

Duke continued his—shall we say—rigorous tutelage of Jaina. Abandoning the traditional methods of Dalaran's mages, Duke frequently led Jaina through the Tirisfal Glades, clearing out orcs, or to the Swamp of Sorrows to combat its orcish inhabitants and various marsh creatures.

The once delicate princess would leave pristine in the morning and return caked in mud by nightfall. The incessant flow of complaints from Kul Tiras' head maid and ladies-in-waiting to their homeland initially flew like snowflakes, but as they often sank without trace even after reaching King Daelin, they realized their sovereign's silent endorsement.

In the realm of magic, Duke's approach was akin to benign neglect.

After a system scan, Duke simply told Jaina, "Pick any book from these sections, study whatever magic you wish, and if you can't find a book, ask the spirit—or rather, Khadgar."

Khadgar, bored out of his mind with nothing to do but read magic tomes, had become more proficient than Duke.

Nevertheless, Duke had his ways of asserting his presence and value.

Whenever Jaina mastered a new spell, Duke, with the aid of his system sprite, could 'at a glance' identify Jaina's errors and how to cultivate an overmagical specialty in the spell.

Over time, even if Jaina begrudgingly disagreed, she had to concede that her mentor, merely four years her senior, was indeed worthy to instruct her.

As May of the third year since the Dark Portal's opening approached, marking the end of spring and start of summer, the concrete road cutting through the entire Elwynn Forest neared completion. With Duke financing and providing the expertise, and the dwarves wielding the tools, the railway project—employing a multitude of Stormwind's laborers—officially commenced.

Simultaneously, the grand project of Stormwind's reconstruction was underway.

Llane Wrynn had doubted the prudence of embarking on two such resource-intensive projects with Stormwind's feeble national strength. The cost alone soared beyond ten million gold coins, not to mention the incalculable funds needed for countless minor undertakings.

Duke's response was smug: "In anyone else's hands, it would be a death wish, but I am the internal affairs prodigy of Azeroth once in a millennium, so leave it to me."

His boastful words initially met with resistance from the ministers of internal affairs.

However, someone with a modest understanding of the market economy, transported to a medieval world like this, would find boosting the economy to be child's play.

Blind charity, distributing relief food and clothing, initially averted the direst of disasters—starvation and freezing.

But overdo and prolong such handouts, and a different outcome emerges—breeding dependency.

While virtuous souls exist, the majority's mediocrity kindles the yearning for sainthood. To expect all to lead an ascetic life—99% would rebel.

Duke's strategy was to substitute labor for relief.

Firstly, a proclamation informed the citizens that the kingdom, freshly annihilated, was broke. The nation had turned out its pockets, borrowing extensively. The announcement wasn't merely a declaration but was relentlessly publicized by local civil servants.

The second step was to introduce a promissory note system.

The kingdom lacked sufficient circulating coins. Fine! Issue promissory notes!

Within three days, Duke established a comprehensive promissory note system.

Those who had taken relief grain in winter had to acknowledge their debt in writing.

Those clad in cotton likewise owed a debt.

And for those provided new homes, the debt was even greater.

These were debts to the kingdom.

With spring's arrival, it was time to repay. Once farming ceased, citizens would work for the kingdom according to their capabilities.

The daily wage for railway construction was set.

Compensation for joining the patrol squads was determined.

Soon, the people realized that working off their debt to the kingdom left them with surplus notes, exchangeable for essential food and supplies.

The promissory notes Duke introduced were unforgable, being magical items crafted by his mage apprentices. The cost of creating the notes far exceeded their value.

Thus, a controlled, internally circulating economic system emerged, planned and complete. Running two months from March, when Llane tentatively inquired about the national debt, Duke presented him with a ledger showing not a deficit but a substantial surplus. Llane and the ministers of internal affairs were dumbstruck.

Llane had braced to sell lands and assets to ensure his people's wellbeing. The nobility had been decimated; their domains had reverted to the Wrynn family, so surviving on land sales was feasible.

Now, Duke claimed they hadn't just broken even but had profited handsomely.

Neither Llane nor the ministers understood.

Duke explained, bobbing his head:

"You see! The notes are as good as gold. But by playing on people's gratitude, I've subtly lowered wages. Then, I created a market where gold buys little, but notes buy plenty. Unwittingly, everyone's working harder for the kingdom."

"Now, we're sustaining the populace and rebuilding without expenditure. Yet, we're still receiving gold from the Alliance nations! That's the money for constructing Nethergarde Keep, but the initial investment in logistics—this railway crossing Elwynn Forest—has revitalized Stormwind's market economy."

"Moreover, with smoother transportation, Stormwind's local produce is now collected and sold directly to Kul Tiras' maritime traders, converting into foreign exchange. Thus, for March and April, the kingdom's monthly surplus hovers around 1.2 million gold coins."

After Duke tallied the account, Llane and the ministers were figuratively on their knees. Cultural differences aside, they would have penned the character for 'admiration' as a tribute to Duke.

Duke smiled, gaze drifting southeastward. His eyes seemed to pierce through space, landing upon the Dark Portal miles away.

"Sorry, Horde. We in the Alliance have revived in advance. And you?"

Across the Dark Portal, the Horde was in dire straits.

By the year's end, Kilrogg Deadeye's Bleeding Hollow clan and Kargath Bladefist's Shattered Hand clan had returned to Draenor, only to find a world spiraling out of control.

With the loss of their Warchief, the Horde had reverted to a state of tribal chaos, warring amongst themselves throughout the winter.