The house was silent, and the lady sat quietly in her beautiful chair, sipping the fragrant rose tea and refreshing mint cream, while the farmer was at the other end of the room, writing something quickly.

The silence was like every Tuesday and Thursday for half a year, made up of two people who couldn't seem to fit together on the outside, but the two people in the room had a certain degree of tacit understanding to keep the silence for so long - but the tacit agreement that came from interests and transactions always came to an end.

The princess, who had turned into a High Elf lady, quietly ate the second piece of mint cream, and the cool sensation spread quickly from between her teeth through the saliva - she was quite satisfied with the afternoon tea today, but she didn't come here just to taste the beautiful snacks.

She casually smeared the residue from her fingers on the silk cloth beside her, then picked up her teacup and drank her last sip of rose tea.

"Recently, the smell of sulfur has been getting stronger. She put down the teacup in her hand leisurely, and Shi Shiran opened her mouth to say something inconsequential.

But the other man in the room understood what she was alluding to, and the farmer's right hand holding the quill suddenly stopped on top of the notebook, and he waited in silence for two seconds, until the ink dripped from the tip of the pen, and then he continued to write his own things, and then he replied, "Yes, I don't smell any sulfur, but lately I can smell the smell of gunpowder coming from the north." ”

"Hmph, they're just boring bugs anyway. The lady sneered and said, "Whether it's the little girl of the human race or the green-skinned brute, they are just some short-sighted guys, where does peace come from in this world." ”

"War is an extension of politics, and politics originates from interests. The farmer wrote the last two lines in his notebook, then put down his pen and turned to face the lady on the other end, "But I don't think you're here to listen to my tirade. ”

"Huh. The lady smirked twice, then tapped her finger on the table beside her, making a "tuk-tuk" sound, "Sometimes I really wonder why the Holy Light would choose such a filthy thing as you. ”

"Because if you want someone to be clean, you have to walk in the mud. The farmer picked up the conversation without paying attention, and did not feel any indignation at the insult, as if he were commenting on a passer-by who had nothing to do with him, and said the topic, "What's more, where do so many black and white things come from in this world, everyone is an adult, so don't talk about these fairy tales." ”

"Hmph, as a paladin, you're really disgusting. The lady sneered, and continued, "Well, well, I'm no better off anyway, so let's get back to the beginning, disgusting fellow." ”

"Each other, your Royal Highness the arrogant and arrogant. The farmer replied unconcernedly.

"Purify the gains of the tongue. The noblewoman snorted coldly, then grabbed the silk glove she had placed on the table and put it on her hand, and then her right hand randomly sketched a few runes in the air, and with the energy fluctuations of the arcane, a red badge appeared from the air, and then fell on her hand. Without saying a word, she casually threw the badge to the ground not far from the farmer.

It was evident that this was yet another insult, but the farmer was not at all annoyed, and he picked up the badge from the ground and examined it carefully before his eyes—it was a badge engraved with a flaming red blade, the pattern on which he had seen before, but it was the first time he had seen the real thing.

"It's ...... Fireblade Clan?" The farmer fiddled with the badge in his hand, except for this pattern, there were only sporadic blood stains on this thing that were worth paying attention to, he rubbed his fingers, the blood stains that had been dry for a long time fell off like old paint, it seemed that the owner of the badge had been dead for a few days.

"It's a bit of an insight. The lady glanced at him and threw over a lukewarm word.

"There are mages in Dalaran who have compiled the information of these orc clans, and although most of them are arrogant, they at least know how to pay attention to the enemy's intelligence. The farmer checked the badge in his hand, there might have been some strange power attached to it, but now he couldn't tell what it was, so he played with the badge in his hand while looking at the noblewoman on the other end, "So, so the tension between Theramore and the orcs this time is due to the Fireblade Clan's stirring up trouble?" But if I'm not mistaken, the elite of the Fireblade Clan had all been killed in the Dark Gate during the Second Orc War, and the rest were just old and sick, and it was impossible for them to have such a big impact. ”

The "......" lady ignored his question, as if he did not exist, and it was clear that the farmer would not get any further information from her.

"Really?" But the farmer only shrugged his shoulders, he had long expected that the other party would not give him information so easily, and even the emblem of the Fire Blade Clan was only part of the transaction between the two. "In other words, this time, the Black Dragon Legion was not involved, am I right?"

"Hmph. The lady snorted coldly, and took it as an answer.

"Yes, it is not in your interest for humans and orcs to coexist peacefully, but in a real fight, Theramore, which is at a disadvantage in terms of geography and people, will definitely be defeated, and the orcs will naturally win under Thrall's leadership. And if the orcs are allowed to dominate, the orcs who have lost the human balance will definitely expand to the south, and your black dragon legion will become their next thorn in the side, and the black dragon legion that does not trade with mortals lies in the middle of the only road between the goblins and the tribe, and the two sides will almost certainly attack the black dragon legion from all directions. Speaking of this, the farmer paused thoughtfully, he thought for a moment, and then continued to look at the noble lady and said, "So although you hope that the war between humans and orcs will not stop, in the case that Theramore cannot confront the alliance of the orc tribe head-on, you will naturally not choose to make a move at this time, but you have found that someone is behind the scenes to guide the tension this time...... Ah, it's the devil, you said the smell of brimstone, it should be a revenge activity carried out by the demon who survived the last battle of Mount Hyjal. After saying that, he smiled at the other party, "I'm right, right? ”

The noblewoman, that is, Onexia, sat on her gorgeous chair with a cold expression, raised her palm and slapped it three times, "What a beautiful logical reasoning, hateful face Your Excellency Zhao Mian, but you are proud to talk so much here, do you remember one thing?"

"Ha, never forgotten. Zhao Mian took off the straw hat on his head, and then kicked open the wooden bed where he had slept for more than a year, under the bed, the sword, shield and armor of the Silver Knights were placed there, he bent down and picked up the equipment he used to have—although the equipment was a little old, it was clear at a glance that it had never stopped being maintained, "Come on, Warden, let your dragon cubs come out, I have long smelled the smell of them." ”

"When you bastard get out of this cell, you'll be able to see them. The Black Dragon Princess said coldly, she beckoned, and the notebook that Zhao Mian had been writing flew into her hand, she simply flipped through it, and then closed the notebook. "Hmph, you didn't play tricks with me, for the sake of the face that you have been a husband for me for half a year, I will be merciful. With that, she stood up, then turned and stepped into the shadows of the room, gradually melting into the darkness and vanishing.

Seeing the other party leave, Zhao Mian quietly breathed a sigh of relief - as he estimated, such a transaction that was insignificant to her, but much more dangerous to herself, was a pastime that the Black Dragon Princess looked up to, and the other party did not directly attack him as he estimated, but chose to perform this transaction normally.

But as she had just said, the dragonmen who had been watching over him would come out and attack him as soon as he stepped out of the small farmstead, so the last payment of the deal was not settled.

He quickly equipped his armor onto himself, then picked up his sword and shield and the coat of arms of Kul Tiras. After doing all this, he stood in the doorway and looked around the room, carved into his mind the cell that had been there for more than a year and a half, and finally turned and pushed the door open—outside the door, with his appearance, six or seven black dragonmen with weapons emerged from the air.