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It has been a few years since the last time he came to Maraton, and Nathanos wanted to know what the base of the Desolate Land looked like. For this reason, he had asked Belmont several times, and the Forgotten man also said it as much as possible.

"So far, there is only no supervisor in the Mage District, the master."

"Let this problem be put forth for now." Nathanos waved his hand, "Where are other areas? Is it working properly?"

"Everything is fine, master, everything is fine." Belmont smiled. He could see Nathanos's excitement. Although the face of the wither is always cold, a person's mood can be seen from the language.

"Is there anything unusual in the desolate land?"

"No, Master. During the time we were out, Veronara and the others were not idle, but brought the trained soldiers to understand the threats in the territory. I believe she will not disappoint you."

"I hope they don't get the attention of the tribe and alliance when they act."

Belmont nodded, hoping that in his heart. This time it took half a month to sail, and the boat was very slow because their boat only had a single sail, but it should be able to reach the destination safely. Perhaps this time it was no longer because of the night sailing. Belmont saw the desert and some pyramids on the way. He asked the Withered Man where it was, but the other party did not give a verbal answer, but pointed to the sky. He raised his head but saw nothing.

The morning mist will automatically dissipate as the sailboat gets closer to its destination, and the hidden curtain will eventually fall.

"Listen, Master."

Even if Belmont didn't say it, Nathanos heard the sound coming from behind the fog, and he didn't realize that he had smiled. The sounds were low and slow, drifting with the wind, echoing in the fog, making him unable to figure out where the sound came from. It came from the inland or the sea? Is it the waves coming, or the sound of sea water hitting the fog. Nathanos listened attentively, and finally confirmed that the sound came from the ocean in front of them. He was approaching the coast, trying to find the answer through the fog. What sound is this, what does it mean?

They continued to approach, carrying the thick fog around them, and the sound became even stronger, and eventually they broke through the "barrier" that blocked the line of sight. They were ships - small transport ships and simple cruisers. They were docked on a simple dock, and several ships waiting to be assembled were placed in the factory buildings on the shore.

It seems they didn't disappoint him.

Nathanos's suspicion gradually faded along the way. "Belmont, raise the Forgotten flag and tell them that we are home!"

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Nathanos jumped to the shore and greeted him by the fleet commander Tatsel, the female Forsaken, who was wearing a certain black captain's captain's hat, and her face also had some blue color, which was the reason she had been staying at the sea for a long time.

"I'm honored that you're back, Master."

"I'm indeed back!" Nathanos began to examine every forgetful person he could see, just as they were looking at him.

"How is the progress of the Burial Shadow Fortress?"

Hearing the Withered One asking about the progress of the work, Tatsel said lightly with a smile: "I believe what you see is better than my language, Master."

Nathanos turned his head and looked at the towering fortress. He had already seen it when he was on the boat. The tall and majestic front door was smaller than the high walls of Gilnis, but the entrance could enter and exit four or five ships at the same time. In addition, the thick exterior walls and the sturdy architectural style also made Nathanos nod and admired.

"There are also some artillery or crossbows on the high wall."

"You're right, but those weapons are precious and we've all installed them on cruisers."

Rare means scarcity. Nathanos came back this time to solve the remaining problems.

"I also want to have a good look here, Tatsel. I need you to inform all the supervisors and generals of the region that I want to hold an important council."

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Nathanos suddenly found himself attending another parliament, just like he and Uther stood in the throne hall of Lordaeron many years ago. However, this time he was no longer a spectator, but the initiator of the parliament. The parliament was named "Wind Parliament", a meeting held after important figures gathered within the Forgotten, which was used to decide the strategic goals of the Forgotten.

There are no ornate facilities, no comfortable soft seats, only temporary benches and the sound of waterfalls in Maraton.

"Everything is here, very good!" Nathanos nodded at them with satisfaction. "Then start! Who would like to speak first?"

Belmont had already taken the lead, but someone walked to Nathanos one step ahead of him.

Instructor Lasovios, his blue armor and fierce expression were all over his body, as if he was about to prepare for a duel with Nathanos, but the military district supervisor only gave a standard salute to his leader.

"Report to you, Master. The military zone is operating normally. The fear guards I trained for you can be sent to the battlefield at any time."

"I saw it when I passed by the military zone. You did a good job, Lasovios. But the purpose of holding the 'Wind Parliament' is not to test the results, but to discuss the problems. Are there any difficulties that need to be solved in the military zone?"

The instructor lowered his head, and his movements meant that there was a problem that needed to be solved.

"Tell me!"

"As for orders, master." Lasovios bowed, "There is only one problem that needs to be solved, that is, our weapons are too backward, and we need an arsenal."

"Very good, next." The Withered nodded slightly at Lasovios. He needed such feedback.

Nathanos had never had any patience with politics. Whenever he thought of the original establishment of the alliance, Nathanos had a headache. In his opinion, if the rulers of the various kingdoms could work together and form an alliance faster, the war against the orcs would not be so difficult.

There can be arguments, but the arguments must not only think about their own interests. Nathanos vowed that his withering parliament would not become a situation of intrigue.

"Master of the Wither." Belmont stood where Lasovios was speaking just now. He seemed to be upset that he was the second person to speak. "The intelligence organization "Dan Blade" that is absolutely loyal to you has basically begun to operate. The members of the organization have been carefully selected and will never betray them. The problem is that our staff are still short of people, and there are too few spies placed in various regions."

"The intelligence work in Shadow Zone is very important to us. Your question is good, please step down."

The third person who came up to report was Veronara, which surprised Nathanos, who wanted to think that the Dark Ranger was not enthusiastic about the meeting.

"I'm glad you've come back, Lord Wither. What I want to report next is only about the Dark Rangers troops that are loyal to you. Our problem is not weapons, nor manpower, but environment. The desolate land has only one environment, sand, which is not beneficial to the Ranger recruits. We need more environments, forests, plains, and even highlands."

She stepped down after she said that, and had not yet waited for Nathanos to respond.

Nathanos doesn't like looking down on others, but Jizlok, the director of the Artisan District, forced him to do so, the goblin should be the only living person living in Maraton.

At this moment, he was smiling at the Withered One, and Nathanos vaguely felt that he was here to ask for money.

"Master of the Wither." Jizlok was very respectful to his name, but if he was given enough money and asked him to call him "father", he would do it. "There is a lot of funds in the craftsman area and a lot of people, so there is only one problem..." He began to hesitate.

"explain!"

"Yes!" the goblin nodded quickly, "It's just that I need more subordinates who understand engineering and architecture. It takes a lot of time to train apprentices, so... so I ask you to ask me to recruit my kind..."

"Absolutely not!" Nathanos's order echoed around like a strict dogma. He put down the questions raised by other supervisors for a while and continued to discuss them, but Gizlok's question ignored an important issue: the forgotten must not be exposed to the eyes of the world. Recruiting those goblins means telling them this secret. Nathanos does not believe that goblins can keep it secret.

Gizlok's ears drooped, and he shrank and slowly retreated back to his position just now. Nathanos sighed, his tone was indeed a bit too harsh.

"But I can allow you to start your own company outside."

The cloud on the goblin craftsman's face turned into a surprise in just one second.

"Master!" Belmont expressed his confusion. Before he could ask, he was stopped by Nathanos.

"But there are a few requirements: First, you cannot reveal the Forgotten to your employees, and it is not difficult to reveal your identity. Second, your company is not only responsible for providing the Forgotten, but also secretly robbing resources controlled by the alliance or tribe."

"No problem, no problem!" Gitzlok quickly returned to his position, afraid that Nathanos would suddenly change his mind.

When the local craftsmen were speculating on what name to give their company, Nathanos had already set his sights on the last man. He sat next to Gizlok, lowered his head and remained silent.

"North?" Nathanos shouted his name, and the man looked up immediately. "Do you have nothing to say?"

North Abraham has removed the title of "Pelvic Envoy", but it is still inevitable that he was a member of the Scourge. Other members, such as Veronara and Lasuevos, are very unfriendly to him.

"There are indeed some problems in the alchemy area, sir."

"Tell me, look."

"The materials, and books, Maraton can pick too few herbs, and there are few alchemy books here."

"This is a problem that needs to be solved immediately." Nathanos nodded. The withered man glanced around. Except for the mage area that has not yet operated normally, there has been no supervisor, other areas have reported their work progress.

Although Nathanos has tried his best to avoid such a situation, what should have happened still happened. They are discussing how to solve the problem, but unfortunately, from the beginning, they only spoke for the interests of their respective regions. For example, Lasueveos suggested establishing an arsenal in the military zone, Veronara advocated that the dark rangers should not just stay in desolate places, and Gizlok always emphasized the issue of funds, with only North saying the least, but he only expressed his hope to get a better land to grow the herbs he needed.

It seems that all supervisors feel that their needs should be met.

Nassamney looked at these discussions with a mixed mood of entertainment and respect, and he was often pulled into these debates by others. Some of him were seen as someone who was very familiar with this occasion, and sometimes they wanted him to make some suggestions as a bystander, and sometimes they cunningly suggested that he was the leader of the Forgotten, who had the right to make some decisions.

"Okay!" Nathanos shouted, and the dispute finally ended. "Very good, then, it's time for me to speak."

All members of the parliament nodded.

"I had expected a dispute between you and knew that you could not solve it, because when a person puts his own interests first, he would never give in." Nathanos walked into the middle of the parliament. "I hope you can remember that it is not enough to rely on yourself to solve the problem. Lasueveos said that the arsenal was needed, so that the many equipment and conditions in the artisan area could meet your needs. Veronara wanted the Dark Rangers to go out for training, so they could pick herbs from the passing by when they went out... All your needs could be sought from your colleagues, but I only saw you quarrel."
Chapter completed!