"General!" said Issa, with a sweet smile, holding out his little hand and shaking it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "You've lost again, father. ”

"Ah~" Benny patted his forehead, and reluctantly took out a gold coin and put it in his daughter's hand. "Fight for my father!"

"Eh, twenty of them. Aisa grabbed his father's arm and shook it~

"Twenty gold coins!" Benny held his hands up. "Surrender!" Twenty gold coins for 'self-esteem'!

"No!" Issa pouted. "You can't get it for nothing!"

"Look~ how can this be called unearned?" Benny put the gold coin into Issa's little hand. "I'm my father, and I call it 'pocket money' for you!"

"Then -----" Isaac hesitantly folded his little hands, looking embarrassed. "Alright then!"

"What do you want money for?" Benny asked.

"Can't tell!" said Issa, patting the space bag around his waist. "Mother is here~"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the study had been pushed open.

"Mother. Isaac lifted her little white dress and curtitted.

"Bullying your father again?" Sylvanas smiled as she looked at the chessboard, and before she knew it, the word 'your father' had come out of Sylvanas's mouth naturally.

"I came to help my father improve his chess skills. Isa crept into her mother's ear and whispered. "My father's chess skills are too embarrassing!"

"Hey!" Benny looked angry. "I heard that!"

"Ahh "Elsa is still waiting for me!"

"Let's go. Sylvanas smiled and nodded.

Looking at the back of the little guy, Benny smiled and shook his head, after all, she was still a little girl.

Sylvanas sat down across from Benny and put away the chess pieces one by one.

"His Royal Highness the Prince and His Excellency the Prophet are almost here. ”

"Where have they been?" Benny picked up a 'Bishop' and played with it, counting the time, and it was indeed about the same.

"There are still three days or so, but it depends on the direction of the wind. Also-----" Sylvanas paused with his hand holding the chess. "Ronin of Dalaran will arrive in the afternoon.

"Ronin------" Benny muttered for a moment, then smiled suddenly. "He seems ------ should call me brother-in-law?"

"Hehe-----"

"Eh~ I'm going to see the information that came back recently. ”

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Hillsbrad Hills, Southsea Town.

The town of Southsea was not very prosperous in the past, but it was one of the more important ports in Lordaeron------ and although the construction of the Saldo Bridge made it less important in terms of geographical importance, there were still many merchants who preferred to land in Southsea and then travel north from the Silver Pine Forest to Lordaeron.

But now, the town is a source of fear for all merchants.

The ruler of the land, Garthris, who calls himself Marshal Lordaeron, has a feverish paranoia about the plague of the undead------ and he will burn alive humans he thinks have been infected with the plague in the name of purging ------ plague of the dead!

However, the vast majority of merchants are well aware that the undead plague has been driven out of this land!

"Hey. The guard wrapped himself in a rotten blanket and rubbed his hands together, and the cold air of the sea kept drifting, and the guard cursed in his heart, cursing the miscellaneous pieces that had proposed the construction of the wall!

"I heard that a lot of people ran away the day before yesterday!"

"Who doesn't know!" the guard, who was also wrapped in a mess, pouted disdainfully. "It's Brie, the militia captain!" the marshal sent a large group of men to chase them, and the ------" The guard looked left and right, and lowered his voice. "As a result, none of those people came back!"

"Hey~" the guard sighed. "That bastard Gary did it, right?" That bastard is one of the most fervent Gaseris supporters, and he's the most vicious dog of Gaseris!

"Hey. The companion smiled and shook his head. "I mean------ Gary, none of them came back!"

"What?" the guard froze.

"Didn't you notice??" the companion lowered his voice again. "Gary hasn't been there for two days!"

"Who did that?" the guard's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light. "I should really thank him!"

"Shhhhh "Do you want to die?"

"What is the difference between ----- and dead now. The guard smiled wryly and shook his head.

"At least we know the cold!" the companion pouted. "Do you want to be put in an 'isolation room'?"

The guard shuddered suddenly, whether it was blown by the cold wind, or by the words of his companions, or perhaps perhaps ----- the dull blade of his neck had stimulated one of his nerves.

"If you don't want to die, just do what I say!"

A hoarse voice came from behind him, and the guard simply raised his hands neatly, and his companion had fallen to the ground at some point.

"Are you the people of the 'Dawn Light'?"

"It's not good to know too much. ”

The blade on his neck tightened, and the guard swallowed.

"I know Gasseris's room, I can show you the way!"

"You really want him to die?" asked the hoarse voice playfully.

"Most of the people here want him dead!" said the guard, gritting his teeth. "If you knew what he did, you'd think the same thing!"

"Really?"

The blade of the neck slowly left, and the figure behind him walked out into the moonlight.

"Bright?!" the guard's eyes widened.

Bright was a merchant------ a somewhat strange merchant, and he appeared in Southsea Town with two of his merchant ships, two merchant ships laden with grain! He sold the grain to Garthris at a very cheap price and thus gained Garthris's trust----- of course, no one believed that he did it voluntarily.

In short, Bright was a clever merchant who used his disaster to find a way to make money for himself------ transporting grain for Gasseris in exchange for the right to mine the vein west of the town of Southsea.

He was successful, and at the same time, he was merciful, and the people here rushed to work in his mines---- because there was enough to eat, and there was no need to worry about Gathris's guards burning them alive in the name of the plague!

"Now, I say, listen!" Bright's trademark long blonde hair was wrapped in a black hood, and his eyes glowed slightly blue, and the guards weren't sure if it was a reflection of the moonlight.

"I'm the one of the 'Dawn Light', and I know you're all full of ------ resentment towards Gasseris, now, I'm giving you a chance to get rid of it!"

"I did it!" the guard nodded heavily.

"Good. The corners of Bright's mouth curled under his mask. "Go and gather people like you, you only have three hours, and I'll be waiting for you in Garthris's arsenal!"

"Okay! I'll go now!"

Bright raised his hand, and the guards looked at their companions and ran down the walls.

"Keep up with him. Bright said into the air behind him.

"Understood. A response came from the air behind him. (To be continued.) )