"I ......"

Wenlesa hesitated, then looked at herself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tights, leather gloves, longbows, quivers, and capes as before......

It's perfect for the battlefield, especially in the jungle, but at the ball, it does look a bit spooky.

"Am I going to dance too?"

Wen Leisa hadn't been to the ball before, and she was a little apprehensive.

"Of course! Wen Lesa, you're sure to be the center of attention at the prom! ”

Kalia looked at Winlessa's silver-white hair and delicate countenance and said - Kalia was a little jealous of the High Elves' almost flawless appearance, even as a friend.

"Good...... All right! ”

Winlesa glanced at Arthas, then withdrew her gaze like a thief, quickly dropping the cake in her hand, and then dried her hands with a napkin in a serious manner.

"Sister Aurelia, let's go together!"

Winlessa said to her sister, who had just gracefully put down her teacup.

"Okay!"

Aurelia replied - she wasn't really interested in proms, but if she wanted to go according to her plan, then ......

There is not much time left for Winlessa to spend with her in the future, and the High Elf Ranger leader wants to make up for his sister in the limited time he has.

"Am I going too?"

Althea looked a little flattered - Kalia was a princess after all, although she was not the princess that Althea and her father were loyal to.

"Yes! Let's go, Ms. Althea, I'll help you choose a beautiful dress that will open someone's eyes! ”

Kalia glanced at Varian with a nonchalant glance - the goofy goose's thoughts were obvious to everyone, but Althea didn't seem to feel anything about it...... What is the reason?

"Someone? Who? ”

Althea asked quizzically, as she stood up.

"Nothing, hee-hee...... Let's go, little Gianna! ”

Kalia covered her mouth and smiled, then touched the top of Gianna's head.

"Hmm!"

Gianna nodded heavily, then jumped out of her chair and obediently followed behind Kalia.

- This big sister is so nice!

Gianna thought that she had two brothers, but none of them.

"Xiaoshuang, do you want to go and see if there are any other dresses you like?"

Arthas asked, taking the opportunity.

The reason why it was an opportunity was because Arthas felt that it was unlikely that Kalia would agree to Frostmourn to borrow her clothes, but ......

If it was an occasion like this, she wouldn't be able to refuse Frost's Sorrow alone!

"Don't."

Frost Sorrow shook her head.

"Why?"

Arthas asked, surprised.

"Master, you like this blue dress, Xiaoshuang won't wear anything else."

Frost Sorrow replied.

"Okay......"

Hearing Frost Sorrow's words, Arthas didn't know what to say - his relationship with Frost Sorrow had already reached a point where he would not be moved by such words.

"Then Varian, come with me and take a look at my father's study."

Arthas said to his playmate instead.

"Is that okay?"

Varian had wanted to go and see it for a long time, but Anduin Lothar didn't let him go with him, and second, he was in a hurry to pick up the Eberlock father and daughter, so he didn't go to see it.

"Well, I think the situation there must be a lot of stalemate right now...... I also want to see what King Jean is thinking. ”

Arthas said to Varian.

"Then let's go!"

Varian said excitedly.

"Don't worry......

Arthas said with a smile, and he looked around to see that Kalia had already left the garden with Winlessa and the others.

"Varian, what's the matter with you and that Lady Altea?"

Arthas asked with a wicked smile that wasn't of his age.

"What...... What's up? What's the matter? ”

Varian suddenly became nervous and stumbled in reply.

"Cut, stop acting, you like Althea, do you think I can't see it?"

Arthas pouted.

"Happy...... Nothing! ”

Varian quibbled, but the wandering eyes and stiff movements had betrayed him.

"But that lady Althea doesn't seem to know what you think of her...... Haven't you told her yet? ”

Arthas asked to himself, taking Varian's excuse as no longer existing.

"I ...... Not. ”

Varian wanted to hold on a little longer, but seeing the look on Arthas's face, he suddenly realized that there was no point in doing so, so he nodded and acknowledged.

"Why don't you tell her? But then again, what exactly do you like about people? ”

Arthas is very interested in Varian's love journey, and like Kalia, he has always thought that Varian is a "dumb goose", but he didn't expect that nerds also have a time when they are first in love.

"I didn't ...... Not long after, it was when Mr. Lothar took me to the rebel camp......"

The look on Varian's face was a little embarrassed, but he told the truth.

"Love at first sight......

Arthas had a rough guess of what had happened, but he was still a little confused.

"But Varian, why do you like her?"

Arthas was puzzled - at least Althea Eberlock was not as good as his sister Kalia in terms of temperament and appearance.

So why did Varian have no feelings for Kalia, but fell in love with Althea, who didn't seem to be a big nobleman?

She ...... She was unlike any other woman I've ever met. She is brave and lively. What's more, she, together with her father, set up a rebel camp and saved many refugees from Stormwind, which should have been my mission, but I ......"

Varian's expression looked sad.

Also right...... Arthas somewhat understood Varian - this guy saw nothing more than those noble ladies, maybe Althea's status was not as high as theirs, but Arthas knew Varian's preferences, this kind of war-baptized lady could attract the attention of his playmate.

"Then why didn't you mention such a thing to her, her father, and Sir Anduin Lothar?"

Arthas asked curiously.

Althea may not be of a very high status, but the story of her and her father must have spread among the remnants of the storm by this moment.

Such deeds will definitely inspire these Storm Remnants, and then devote themselves even more desperately to the reconstruction of Stormwind City.

In other words, El Ro Eberlock's current status is actually not low, even with such prestige and merit, it is not impossible to enter the leadership of the Stormwind Kingdom in one fell swoop; Becoming a nobleman is nothing more than a matter of His Majesty's decree.