Ye Ting had solved the greatest difficulty in building a floating city. All that remained was to begin construction.
Though Ye Ting had only just assumed the position of acting Speaker, Dalaran's younger generation immediately witnessed this temporary leader's decisiveness and efficiency.
There were no discussions, no wrangling. After a simple mobilization, he directly issued orders.
Those long accustomed to a parliamentary system found this style especially uncomfortable, as though their ideas, talents, and sense of independence simply did not exist in that man's eyes.
Each of them was merely a component in Dalaran's vast machine. Their only choice was to follow orders and complete their assigned tasks—by whatever means necessary.
That feeling probably existed only in military camps.
They wanted to protest, but with all of Dalaran in a state of war, those protests were utterly useless.
Instead, their seniors rather enjoyed such arrangements:
"Don't overthink things. Just follow orders and complete your tasks. Victory will come naturally. This is what it feels like to work under Boss Sandor!"
At the same time, after many years, the four councilors once again witnessed Ye Ting's superb administrative and logistical abilities, as precise as commanding an army.
No.
They were even more outstanding than before.
After leaving World of Warcraft, his experience as an emperor in Type-Moon had not been wasted.
Such an enormous undertaking as building a floating city was arranged by Ye Ting in perfect order.
Under his command, all of Dalaran's manpower and resources were fully mobilized. Even the four of them were run ragged.
Tens of thousands of mages and ordinary people began working toward the same goal, yet the entire process produced little confusion. There were also few cases where the mistakes of some individuals held back the entire project.
His comprehensive coordination was as though