New Year's Gift: An Adventure (2)

Gianna Proudmore stood in the throne hall of Stormwind Fortress, observing the unbridled aristocrats, politicians, and delegations.

The throne hall, which had been empty and huge, was unusually crowded on this day, these so-called important people crowded this solemn hall, the air was filled with the smell of perfume that was almost suffocating, and countless lamps and lamps that shimmered with colorful light hung on the surrounding walls, extending beyond Gianna's field of vision.

As the leader of Theramore, Gianna will also be present today as part of the honorary delegation and will stand behind Wryon as he delivers today's commemorative address. After all, in this time of crisis, the Alliance is being pushed to a more dangerous front by the ever-changing situation, and many of the noisy guys in this room are here to see what the great Stormwind Kingdom leader has to do with the recent world crisis - the reason is very simple, they simply want to know how the king's decision will affect their own interests.

Gianna looked at the other end of the room, hoping to find Anduin's face in the crowd, but the prince was nowhere to be seen. She wondered if the conflict between Varian and the young prince had been resolved, as the quarrel had caused Anduin to leave his father's side and study with the wise Draenei prophet Viren. However, Gianna understands Varian's rigid personality, and she knows that the only place the king can put his weapon down is in the skull of his enemies. And now it is clear that the prince is absent, so it is clear that the generation gap is still there.

Jean Greymane stood nearby, his eyes scanning the crowd as sharp as Gianna. The old king from Gilneth is working to bring his long-closed kingdom back to the Alliance, and it has to be said that this move is very correct and has already succeeded, as evidenced by the fact that he will be standing behind Wryon today as part of the honorary delegation.

Time passed little by little, but the nobles in the room did not fall silent for any moment, they were all noisy, talking loudly about things that had nothing to do with today's meeting, and the fine wine placed around the room fueled their nature, making the whole throne hall permeate with a peculiar smell - this smell was not uncommon, and many times, Gianna could see this emotion in the eyes of others, which was also a familiar rhythm for her- Fear, as well as discouragement.

Or to put it this way, in this supposed solemn throne hall, this kind of emotion that should not have appeared even permeated the faces of every nobleman, and Gianna even felt that even Ma Wei, who often appeared beside Zhao Mian, could clearly perceive this aura. It didn't take long for her to decipher things of this magnitude of the human heart, as if it were her innate strength, and this astonishing insight was often impressive, and she soon found the source of the uproar, and in the center of the room stood a man who looked like an overly fat brown bear, and beside him, some nobles and delegations were the source of this atmosphere. He was the son of the traitor Grigor Leskova. It's clear that he's creating all of this problem, and then affecting everyone else in this hall. Judging by his swaying body and flushed complexion, it was clear that the guy had drunk a lot of wine.

"Remembering the heroes. Gianna clubbed her staff, thinking quietly, but without waiting for her to draw any conclusions, a familiar voice sounded beside her, and she turned her head, and there the man was standing - perhaps in a sense, the murderer of the man she loved.

"Remembering the heroes. Gianna nodded, echoing the man in front of her with the same traditional greeting as is customary for the festival. She knew that the guy in front of her was only doing something she couldn't do, and for him, it wasn't her past friend. Gianna quietly pestle her staff, and said in a greeting tone, "Even if I don't think you'll even be absent from this kind of meeting, it might be an adventure to see you in the Storm Fortress." ”

"Well, I think it's strange that as the Duke of Stormwind, he still doesn't show up in this situation. Zhao Mian said so, he did not wear those gorgeous clothes like those nobles and delegations, nor did he change into a ceremonial armor that represented his status like he usually did when he met the king, but he was directly wearing a military uniform, with weapons and shields placed on his back and waist respectively, just like a general who was about to go to the battlefield, "Besides, I'm afraid that among the people standing in this hall now, few people want to see me appear, right?"

Zhao Mian did not deliberately lower his voice, even in this noisy hall, his voice was enough to be loud. Of course, Zhao Mian's voice was heard clearly by those nobles and delegations, but when he looked back, none of the nobles dared to look at him - no, not necessarily, there was a guy who did this, he was full of wine, his face was red, but he stared at Zhao Mian deadly, and beside him, many nobles avoided Zhao Mian's eyes, lowered their heads and were silent.

"What's wrong with that guy today?" Zhao Mian retracted his gaze and turned his head to ask Gianna beside him, "Why does he seem to be very resentful of me?" A guy like me, who basically doesn't participate in political meetings, but has a high status, although no one will welcome me, shouldn't he be resentful?"

"I hate the house and the black. Gianna glanced at the man who was still staring at Zhao Mian over there, and said with an unchanged expression, "He doesn't resent you, but he just resents the adventurer and Urian." Because his name is Leskova. ”

"Hmm, the son of the duke who was killed by the adventurer?" Zhao Mian nodded clearly, "Then it's no wonder, the so-called revenge of killing the father is not the same as the sky." It's a pity, this guy doesn't seem to have a way to get revenge. ”

"Watch your words and deeds, Crown!" Gianna frowned and looked around her, but because of the two of them and King Gilneys, there was no one else around them, but instead formed a rare open space in this more crowded hall, and King Jean only frowned - everyone knew that Zhao Mian would never make any betrayal, and was an absolute royal party.

"Well, anyway, forget about this guy's business. With his current status and strength as a baron, he can't do more than fan the flames here. Zhao Mian spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders a little indifferently.

"But just letting him go on is not an option. Some problems should be stifled in the cradle, not allowed to grow. After Gianna finished speaking, she walked over to that side with her staff, without waiting for Zhao Mian's answer. Zhao Mian shook his head and followed.