Standing beside Arthas, he angrily yelled at Winlessa, but was quickly covered by Arthas's mouth.

"What?"

Winlessa looked at Arthas and Frostgrief in confusion, wondering what was happening.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just a wild cat, it's a wild cat......"

Arthas covered Frost's sad mouth to prevent her from telling the truth of the matter, and said with relief to Winlessa.

"Oh...... I also thought it strange that I had only seen bobcats in Quel'Thalas, and they were big and fierce creatures, but wild cats...... I hadn't seen or heard them call before. ”

Wen Lesa said distressedly.

"Me too...... We wanted to get rid of the feral cats, but Sister Sylvanas disagreed, saying that it would get you in trouble...... What's the trouble?"

Gianna asked Sylvanas curiously.

"Hemp...... No trouble, hurry up and eat, Gianna, Winlessa!

Sylvanas blushed, and her hand that was fiddling with the slices of bread paused, and then took out the majesty of an older sister, forcibly suppressing the doubts in the hearts of the younger sisters - because of the long time she had spent in the palace of Lordaeron, Gianna sometimes called Aurelia and Sylvanas sisters like Winlesa.

……

"You say to Winlessa and Gianna...... Is that a feral cat barking?"

While eating breakfast, Arthas couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, approached Sylvanas slightly, and asked in a very low voice.

"Shut up, you ...... Hooligans!"

Sylvanas squeezed a few vicious words out between her teeth - she just wanted to punch Arthas in the face in the face in the face of Arthas's teasing.

- What's the matter with this pervert prince? If he hadn't ...... last night? Regardless of the occasion, why bother yourself and two ignorant silly girls to explain why there is a wild cat cry in the dead of night in the woods?

"Well, well......"

Arthas shrugged his shoulders and didn't continue to embarrass Sylvanas.

But...... The meows of the wildcats, she could imagine them! It seems that Sylvanas, although his temper is as bad as in the original time stream, is not so boring!

- A smile tugged at the corner of Arthas's mouth.

……

On the edge of the Silver Pine Forest, a small but old-looking castle stands on a hill where woods and meadows intersect.

The tall minarets, the mottled walls, and the rusty iron cables on the drawbridge not only prove that the castle is indeed very old, but also show that it is a ...... It's a bit ...... Lack of financial resources.

As it was, Baron Ferrer Civalenne was standing in front of his castle, accompanied by his wife, Baroness Tia Civalene, and several servants who accompanied him.

Both the Baron and his Lady wore as much of their decent clothes as possible, but as you can see from the green cashmere hat of the Baron, which did not match the black tuxedo, and the jagged lace of the Baroness's long skirt, their clothes, like their castle, were a little "old".

"You...... You say you are...... Pls are you really ......"

The Baron did not have time to care about the embarrassment of his clothes, he looked at the tall young man in front of him in a riding suit with gold lace, and stammered to ask something.

However, despite the reddening of Baron Sylvaline's face, he was never able to articulate what he meant.

"You're trying to ask...... Am I not Arthas Minethir, Prince of Lordaeron?"

Arthas looked at the embarrassed Baron Sivalenne and asked helplessly.

"Yes...... Yes......"

Baron Sivalene nodded and stammered in reply.

Just a quarter of an hour earlier, a guard had reported to the Baron, who was enjoying lunch in the castle, that several guests had suddenly arrived.

When Baron Sivalenne asked about the identity of the guest, the guard's face became hesitant, and then he whispered a name that caused the Baron to slip off his chair.

"Arthas Minehir, Lord Baron, the man said he was our Prince. ”

The guard replied.

When Baron Sivalenne hurriedly changed into his most formal clothes to greet His Royal Highness, his wife gently reminded him that he needed to confirm His Royal Highness's identity.

After all, in this remote and remote place, pretending to be a relative of a certain bigwig from the royal city can indeed bring some thugs a lot of money - of course, no one has ever dared to pretend to be royal.

Sivalene obeyed his wife, but when he saw Arthas and the two splendid carriages, and the four beautiful ladies, including two high elves, he felt that even if the prince was a pretend, his identity and wealth must be within his reach.

"No matter how many times you ask, Baron Sivalen, my answer is the same...... But I'm sure you don't have any way to verify my identity, so you might as well take it seriously, anyway, the purpose of my coming here has nothing to do with my identity. ”

Arthas shook his head, turned and beckoned to Gianna, motioning for her to come to him.

"But, Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, why are you here...... I remember that I had already paid my taxes last year...... With the Holy Light above, nothing can go wrong, right?"

Baron Sivalen, who had long forgotten his lady's reminder, instinctively recognized Arthas's identity, and then doubted the prince...... He came to urge himself to pay his taxes.

"Holy light, Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, if anything goes wrong, it must be our clerk who has done it...... It has absolutely nothing to do with my husband, so I'm going to have someone arrest him and torture him......"

Apparently, Baroness Sylvaleen also believed in Arthas's identity, and the somewhat clever fat lady had already figured out a way to exonerate her husband.

"Stop! I'm here for nothing to do with your taxes...... Listen to me, this is Lady Gianna Proudmoor, who is now serving as a court mage in my father's palace, and she has been ordered to come here on a secret mission, and you ...... You're going to have to cooperate with that, you know?"

Arthas introduced Gianna to two small country nobles with flustered faces, and said in a slightly harsh tone.

"Yes, yes, I see, Master Gianna......"

Baron Sivalene nodded hurriedly in salute Gianna - it was hard to tell which was more rare, the mage or the royal family, in such a remote country, but now they had gathered it in front of this ancient castle.

"Well, this is my fiancée, Frost, and these two are Lady Winlessa and Lady Sylvanas from Quel'Thalas...... Baron Sivalen, tell your servants to prepare the food and the guest rooms, we may have to stay here for a while. ”

Arthas ordered - too much politeness with Baron Sivalen's family would cause unnecessary trouble.

"It's our pleasure, go, you idiot!"

Before her husband could react, Baroness Sylvalen had already answered Arthas with a smile on her face, and then turned her head and shouted at the equally surprised servants.

……

"Gianna, honestly, I think it's unpalatable here. ”

At Baron Sivalen's table, Winlesa looked at the food on her plate in embarrassment, holding a knife and fork, and then whispered to Gianna, who was sitting next to her.

"Of course the chefs here can't compare to the chefs of Kalia!, and I doubt that there will be a special chef in such a poor castle. ”

Gianna was from an aristocratic background after all, and knew more about the lives of these small country nobles than Winlessa, she pouted and agreed.

"What's the matter...