"You may be seated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Tirio gestured to the tea table, but did not get up.

"Thank you, sir. ”

Duslin and Skoll saluted.

"Is there anything wrong with me at this time?" It was already dark, and dinner had been over for a long time by this time.

"Sorry to bother me so late. Duslin stood up and saluted. "But we do have something very important. ”

"Tell me about it. ”

"Your Excellency, as you know, we've been in a pretty tight ---- lately. Duslin glanced at a calm-looking Tirio and continued, "At the time of the Lordaeron disaster, most of us were in a hurry, carrying only a few of our belongings to sustain themselves, and our fiefdoms were not in the Stratholm region, they were all occupied by the undead. We have lost our means of livelihood, we have gradually run out of belongings, and we are no longer able to make ends meet. ”

"You're here to borrow money?" Tirio looked calm, but only he knew what was going on inside.

"No, no, my lord, we know that you have always been honest and thrifty, and a lot of your territory's income is used to help the poor. Doislin laughed and sent a sycophant. "We're here tonight to ask your lord to help us nobles get back what belongs to us, after all, you're the biggest nobleman in Lordaeron right now. ”

"What do you want back?" Tirio took a sip as he picked up his glass.

"We deserve everything, my lord. Duslin straightened up, as if he had suddenly become righteous and awe-inspiring. "Benedict Smith is just a commoner, but he openly took over Lordaeron's army, auctioned off and distributed land privately, and the most hateful thing is that he manipulated the merchant-turned-Agamander to force the nobles to submit, refused to recognize our fiefdom, and forced us to buy any ---- shops, he is overthrowing Lordaeron, my lord. Duslin was impassioned, and his face flushed with excitement. "You are the High Lord of Lordaeron, the founder of the noble Order of the Silver Hand, and we ask you to restore the Silver Hand, strip Benedict Smith of all rights, and restore Lordaeron's rule!"

"I think I was 'treasonous'?" said Tirio, with a mocking look at the corners of his mouth.

"That's just some misunderstanding, not to mention that you've been reinstated, and this is the only decision we made voluntarily!" Du Sling was a little embarrassed, but he resumed as if he had been persuaded by himself.

Tirio retracted his smile and let out a long sigh, "For the sake of your ancestors who once gave blood for Lordaeron, get out!"

"Your Excellency?" Duslin froze in place with Syrke.

"Are you really fools?!" Tirio jerked to his feet, pulling out a scroll and throwing it at the feet of the two fools. "Poor living?you, Duslin!You've bought 15 shops alone!1W5,000 gold coins!This is what you call living in poverty?!And this!" Tirio was furious, and the second scroll almost smashed into Ducelin's face, and he stiffened and didn't dare bend down to pick it up. "Buying and selling land?!It was you who asked to live in Stratholme, so Smith asked you to exchange the original fief deed for the same amount of land, what's wrong?!You rejected him, so he gave the land to the commoners, and you were red-eyed? because you didn't get an 'extra' piece of land?!"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that there are any civilians who want to overthrow Lordaeron, and if he wants to overthrow Lordaeron, he can call himself king right now! You can only watch! Or do you think your army and people will support you? Hmm? Look at the list!" Tirio finally didn't throw what he had out again, and Docelyn and Syrke breathed a sigh of relief. "From the outbreak of the disaster, to Stormwind, to the recapture of Stratholme, you are not willing to take out a gold coin for the food and armament in it! It was Smith who borrowed it from those elves! You have forgotten your noble status, but you remember this identity at this time!"

Tirio took a deep breath and controlled his anger, otherwise he didn't know if he would have slashed these two fools with a single sword!

"I'm ashamed to walk with you!"

"Get out of here, if you have any more thoughts that you shouldn't have, I'll tell you what the wrath of the Light is!"

The two fled in disarray, and Tirio's squires cast contemptuous glances at them.

"Your Excellency, it's not early, you should rest early, they don't deserve to bother. ”

Tirio's face was ugly, and he was even a little out of breath.

"Did you have any news from Lord Smith?"

"Not yet, the elves only said that Lord Smith was conducting a very confidential study with Prince Kael'thas, and Lord Smith had instructed him not to disturb. ”

"Got it, you go. ”

The attendant picked up the scroll that had fallen to the ground and put it back on his desk, leaving the study.

――――

Quel'Salas, Silvermoon City.

The palace still flickered with magical lights, and Kael'thas sat on the throne, calming down the onset of his addiction.

"Your Highness, the addiction is getting worse day by day. "So did Capnion himself.

Kael'thas touched the communication crystal that hung on his waist at all times and nodded.

"How much mana crystal is left? ”

"At the current rate, it will be exhausted in a month. ”

"How long has Benny been gone?"

"It's been 40 days, Your Highness. ”

"40 days ----," Kael'thas muttered. "He -----"

"Your Highness!" a guard suddenly rushed into the palace, his face panicked.

"Calm down!"

"Your Highness, there is a sudden large-scale spatial tear in the direction of the Land of Ghosts!!"

"Huh?!" Kael'thas changed his face. "Is there a detailed report?"

"Your Highness. The guard swallowed. "The sky of the entire ghost land seems to be torn apart, and five huge unidentified objects appear in the sky, which can be seen outside the palace!"

Kael'thas was about to speak, when the communication crystal on his waist suddenly began to flicker.

"Benny?!" Kael'thas couldn't wait to open the communication with his mental power.

"It's me!"

――――

10 minutes ago, The Land of Ghosts.

The Sentry of Taquilin has just finished changing the guard, and the Mage recharges the Magic Sentry and sits back in his chair.

"Those trolls seem to have settled down lately. "The mage took out a mana crystal,

"None of those troll scouts ran away last time. "The Ranger wipes down his 'new weapon'. "I didn't expect the Holy Light to do no worse damage to them than the undead. ”

The mage summoned a flame in his hand and explained, "Holy light is also a type of energy in nature, and the properties of fire are also contained in it. ”

"You'd better keep those paladins and priests out of the way. The scout pouted. "I don't care what the Light is, I just know that it can heal me and destroy my enemies. ”

The mage shook his head, as if disdainful of explanation.

"Hey, is that a magic sentry flashing?" the ranger gestured to a blue rune on the tower's pillar, which was glowing red.

"Huh, those trolls again?" the mage walked over to the crystal ball in the middle clearing.

"Quinn!

"What?" the mage ran to the railing, stunned by the sight of the sky. (To be continued.) )