After a short period of interaction, Aiden realized that Lux in reality seemed a bit different from what he had imagined.
After arriving in this new world, she first stretched comfortably, then politely greeted Aiden and Kayle, and then very earnestly said to Aiden: "Commander, I have a small request."
"Uh, feel free to speak."
"Could you not be in a hurry to summon Garen for the time being?"
"Why? Isn't he your brother?" Aiden asked, completely bewildered.
Lux made a depressed expression: "It's precisely because he's my brother that I haven't had a boyfriend at the age of twenty! He chases away every boy who approaches me, and those who plan to pursue me are severely beaten... My girlfriends laugh at me every day. Heavens, I really want to have a serious relationship!"
Then she looked at Aiden hopefully, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling: "You wouldn't have the heart to watch a young girl like me miss out on the best part of her youth, would you?"
Aiden silently complained: "What you're saying makes so much sense, I'm actually speechless..."
"So, you're agreeing? Really? Yay! I'm going to have a boyfriend!" Lux jumped up excitedly and then ran outside.
Aiden looked at Kayle: "Was Lux always like this before?"
"...Not really. Probably not," Kayle was also somewhat uncertain.
Aiden began to seriously consider whether his previous plan to send Lux as a representative of Valoran to Dalaran was appropriate.
But then he thought, this lively girl would definitely inject some new vitality into the traditional Dalaran, right?
After all, no one would dislike such a beautiful and lovely genius mage.
Then he decisively signed the document titled "Proposal Regarding the Stationing of an Ambassador in Dalaran and Assistance in Building a Rune Workshop" submitted by High Executor Rebecca.
Soon after, Lux would go to Dalaran as an ambassador, bringing along summoners and personnel and equipment related to the Rune Workshop.
...
In the Alterac Mountains, northeast of Durnholde Keep, lies a little-known, mysterious organization.
Lord Jorach Ravenholdt is the leader of this organization, and the organization's location is named after him, called Ravenholdt Manor.
This manor does not produce wine or fruit; in fact, it is a place for training elite assassins.
Their job is to engage in illegal activities such as assassination, kidnapping, and theft.
Employers pay, and then they dispatch assassins to complete the tasks assigned by the employers.
This kind of bloody transaction is obviously not a proper business.
However, interpersonal relationships are inevitably full of contradictions, and who doesn't have a few enemies they wish they could kill?
It is this hatred that makes Ravenholdt Manor's business very popular.
And Lord Jorach Ravenholdt is a visionary leader.
He chose a dark profession, which is naturally to take people's money to eliminate disasters * *.
Assassins don't care whether the target is good or bad; they only fight for money.
Moreover, employers are not only humans; in fact, anyone who can afford the price can come here to buy the life of any target.
So, there are not only human assassins here, but also other races.
In their training camp, high elves, orcs, goblins, dwarves, gnomes... all kinds of intelligent races can be found.
Jorach Ravenholdt sat in his closed room.
The room had no windows, and after closing the door, it was almost completely dark, as if it were nighttime.
But in reality, it was noon.
He held a small cloth bag in his hand, which was bulging.
He opened the knot on it and poured out the contents.
The clinking sound filled his ears.
Jorach lit the oil lamp on the table, and suddenly various brilliant lights shone on the table.
What was poured out of the bag was actually all large, polished diamonds!
Then he opened another box, and a dagger lay quietly inside.
The dagger had undergone special treatment, and it did not reflect any light under the illumination of the light.
He held it in his hand, feeling the perfect grip of the dagger, twirled it a few times, and then with a gentle wave, a corner of the hard pine table was cut off, the cut being smooth and incomparable.
"Truly a good dagger, and good diamonds too," Jorach muttered to himself.
He was now in his fifties and had long passed the age of personally participating in assassinations.
However, he was happy that his collection had another divine weapon.
And a pile of diamonds of immeasurable value.
He remembered what the contact had described to him, that the employer was a mage in Tarren Mill.
His name was Sevand.
His teacher was a Grand Magister Harkul from Dalaran.
And the employer's assassination target was his lord.
Also, Jorach's new neighbor, the new lord of Durnholde and Tarren Mill, a young man named Aiden.
The price offered by the employer was enough to buy the life of a king.
Jorach couldn't refuse at all.
So, he quickly issued an order to his subordinates: "Find out all the information about this target.
Let our best assassin send him on his way!"
...
"The rejection of holy water is too strong, and the chemical reaction produced after mixing it with the antidote causes both to lose their effectiveness," Singed shook his head.
"It seems that we must find a substitute that can perfectly fuse with the antidote and eliminate the influence of necromancy."
Church priest Joseph frowned and said: "Holy water can indeed resist necromancy.
And it is also the only thing we can mass-produce to restrain it.
What else can replace it?"
Faraniel shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either, and then said, "Our research has achieved phased results. Next, we probably won't be able to solve this bottleneck relying solely on ourselves. It seems we need to seek some other help."
Singed nodded and said, "Yes, that's necessary. Continuing to stay here is purely a waste of time. Why don't we each go to our own base camps, and then gather together later to see if there are any results."
"Dalaran, the Church, and Valoran. There will always be a way to solve this problem."
So, the three of them reported their ideas to Archmage Drayden, the highest person in charge of the alchemy laboratory, who agreed to their proposal. Thus, the three of them went their separate ways. Singed silently sensed Commander Aiden's location and then activated the teleportation.
Aiden was inspecting his territory.
The entire Durnholde was now in a state of busy activity. Almost everyone had their own work to do. The castle, which was a ruin a few days ago, had become a large construction site. Some were responsible for clearing the ruins, some were laying foundations on the leveled land, and some places had already begun to build new houses. The old, weak, women, and children were responsible for odd jobs such as washing clothes and cooking. The children were playing everywhere—anyway, Aiden firmly refused to use child labor.
He watched truck after truck loaded with river sand and stone being transported from outside the city, which would be used for the construction of new buildings.
These vehicles and all the machinery on the construction site had a clear modern technological feel. However, the appearance was more rugged, and if you opened the casing, the internal parts were much fewer than similar products on Earth.
This was because the most important energy source of Valoran's technological civilization was not electricity and oil, but crystals. Valoran's scientists created a crystal energy generator to extract energy from the crystals to drive machinery. Therefore, the internal structure was not as sophisticated as Earth products, giving the overall impression of steampunk.
But this was not important. As a pragmatist, as long as they were practical, that was good enough!
Architect O'Connor and his deputies rushed out a planning map. According to Aiden's requirements, the future Durnholde would be expanded tenfold, extending east to the Southshore River to facilitate future river transportation, and expanding north directly to the Alterac Mountains, allowing the mountains to become a solid barrier behind it, leaving only a road leading to the Hinterlands.
If all construction were completed, its area would be comparable to the largest city in the current human kingdom—Lordaeron City.
This was definitely a great project!
Of course, only the first phase of construction was currently underway, with the goal of clearing the existing Durnholde ruins and completing the renovation of the interior of the castle. O'Connor optimistically estimated that the work would be completed in as little as two months. By then, it would become a fortress capable of accommodating 25,000 people. Aiden could then summon more Valoranians to come here.
In the past few days, Vayne and Quinn had been searching outside for Kel'Thuzad's whereabouts, but so far, there had been no obvious progress. Vayne said that the aura originally belonging to Kel'Thuzad had disappeared. There were three possibilities: one was that the other party was dead, one was that he had transformed into another form, and the last was that he was no longer in this area.
Obviously, this lich could not die. Assuming he was still in Hillsbrad Foothills, then it meant that he must have transformed into a lich, no longer a human being of flesh and blood. This brought some inconvenience to their search. Now, they could only send the giant eagle Valor to patrol the sky inch by inch to find clues left by the lich.
And Lux ran out of the city after lunch to play at the Air Force "Screaming Serpent" base. Since she learned that she was going to represent Valoran to Dalaran, she "sadly" said that she wanted to see more familiar faces of Valoran before leaving. In fact, everyone could see that she was just finding an excuse to go out and have fun.
So, Aiden still only had Kayle by his side.
Walking near the original arena, Aiden sensed fluctuations in the teleportation beacon he had left in his residence.
"Someone is back. It should be Singed," Aiden said. If it wasn't a critical situation, Vayne and Quinn were nearby and shouldn't be using the beacon. So, the one who came back should only be Singed.
Could it be that the research was successful?
Aiden optimistically guessed.
"Kayle, I haven't finished inspecting yet, go back and take a look. If there is anything urgent, notify me. I'll go back after I finish wandering around."
"Alright, Summoner." Kayle instructed her right and left hand, Ophiel and Pamyel, "Protect the Summoner's safety."
"Yes, Lord Kayle!"
Aiden was going to the arena to see how the altar that needed to be built for the "Sacred Transformation Ceremony" was doing. Last time he summoned Lux, he had exchanged those corresponding materials. After the altar was built, Kayle could jointly perform the transformation ceremony with the other two angels, allowing him to master unique sacred power.
Wanting to learn "invincible" self-preservation skills, Aiden went to see the progress of the construction almost every day. The summoners and craftsmen there told him that it could be completed in two or three days.
After looking at it with satisfaction, Aiden prepared to go back. At this time, a little girl of four or five years old trotted over and timidly said, "Lord, Alice's mother asked me to offer this apple to you!"