In fact, there is no need to think about it, Arthas also knows who the next VIP will be - among the people who attended the military meeting in the military camp in the southern part of the continent a few days ago, only King Solas of Riptide Fort has not yet arrived. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sure enough, without letting Arthas wait, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Stormgard soon appeared in the teleportation circle.

"Uncle Soras. Prince Danas stepped forward and nodded to King Solas.

"Oh, Danas, you're here. King Solas patted his nephew on the shoulder, "You've worked hard in the South. ”

"Nothing. Danas shook his head, then looked behind King Solas, his brow furrowed.

"Brother Solas!" Garin Thorbain spoke enthusiastically to his cousin, who ignored him.

"Christopher, what's wrong with you?" said Prince Danas with a serious face to a man beside Garin.

"I ...... Big brother, on such an important occasion, I am also the second in line to the throne of Riptide Castle, why can't I come?" said Christopher Thorbain with a look of disbelief.

The commotion here attracted Arthas's attention, and it stands to reason that he should have come up immediately to say hello to King Solas, but seeing that something was wrong with the situation here, Arthaston stopped, narrowed his eyes, and quietly observed the progress here.

If Arthas is not mistaken, this "His Royal Highness Prince Christopher" must have been the cowardly fellow who hid the war under King Soras's table......

I don't know how King Solas brought this guy to this meeting, but Arthas noticed King Solas's face - it was terrifyingly gloomy, and it seemed that His Majesty did not do it of his own volition.

And...... Second in line to the throne of King Soras?- Arthas sneered inwardly - even if he did rank, this guy would be the third at best, right?

"Shut up, Christopher, don't look for trouble here, go crazy and go back!" Prince Danas grimened and his tone was full of warning.

"Big brother, am I wrong?" Christopher raised his chin, looking unconvinced.

It stands to reason that this guy doesn't look good, he has a neatly trimmed mustache, and his face seems to be smeared with some powder, although he is over thirty years old, but he is a little handsome, but his movements and words don't look like a qualified prince, he is unstable, more like a ruffian.

"Smack!" a crisp sound echoed through the hall, attracting everyone's attention.

Christopher covered his face, and the gray puff powder fell down his face, and his eyes were full of horror and anger.

"Big brother, you're hitting me?" Christopher's scream sounded like a woman's.

"Nonsense, if this weren't for Lordaeron's palace, I'd have wanted to kill you!" Prince Danas growled, and though he tried to keep his voice low, his anger kept his words clear to the others.

"Tell me clearly, what kind of family are you the second heir? I have said it countless times, there is only one heir to the throne of Riptide Castle, and that is Garin, you put away that mind for me as soon as possible!" Prince Danas became more and more angry, and raised his hand again, wanting to slap his brother again.

"Why?" Christopher shouted unconvinced, "If it weren't for my father's early death, would Uncle Solas have succeeded to the throne?

What the hell is this guy?—Arthas looked at Christopher in surprise, and of course, he didn't ignore King Soras's increasingly gloomy expression.

This kind of thing, even if the two brothers discuss it together behind closed doors, must be watched again and again, so as not to have ears on the partition wall; now this fool has picked the matter out in this way? Or in front of so many "idle people"?

"You, you stupid pig, I'll hit ......" Prince Danas was so angry that his raised hand was about to fall on Christopher's face.

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped Prince Danas's wrist, and he looked at it in surprise, and then lowered his voice a lot: "Uncle Soras, don't stop me. ”

"Look around you, Danas. King Soras's face was as gloomy as the Endless Sea, yet he had a rare saneness.

"After all, this is the royal palace of Terenus, and we are here for a banquet today, not to make jokes on the family. I'll talk about it when I get back. When King Solas had said this, he let go of Prince Danas's wrist, and walked towards the door of the hall without looking back, without even looking at Arthas.

Prince Danas was stunned for a moment, and then followed, as did Prince Garin, who only Christopher covered his face, and then watched his uncle and two brothers go further and further, and then chased after him, as if he had come back to his senses.

What kind of play is this...... Arthas sighed and shook his head—did he receive King Solas?

Never mind...... Arthas thought to himself with some amusement - anyway, this morning's mission is done, and he can find a place to rest and talk to Mograini and Muradin—it's been a long time.

"Gone, it's all right!" Arthas shouted to the few people who remained in the hall - most of them were women, of course.

Kalia, the Red Dragon Queen, Winlessa, Taressa, and Aurelia gather in a group, and Gianna and Frostmourn stand by Arthas's side - though Arthas knows they're incompatible - at least for Frostmourn.

I don't know what happened, but Kalia, who had just quarreled with Frost Sorrow, was now holding Wen Lesa's hand with a smile on her face, and chatting happily with the Windranger sisters.

Perhaps it was because Kalia was so lonely in the palace, and Arthas was relieved to see her so happy now - it was a good thing that he had brought Taresa to the palace at first, and perhaps Kalia would be more and more cheerful in the future.

At this moment, Arthas, who turned around and was about to leave, noticed that someone was probing his brain at the door of the hall, and after a closer look, he was still a familiar person.

"Varian, what are you doing there, come in!" Arthas shouted, the acquaintance at the door of the hall was none other than Arthas's playmate, the future king of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn.