Moments later, Varian Ureon stood in front of Arthas, blushing, speechless. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Varian, when did you come back?" Arthas asked enthusiastically - although he was returning to the palace of Lordaeron with King Terenus, Anduin Lothar and the others scattered to gather the refugees of the Stormwind Kingdom as soon as they returned, and when Arthas returned, he did not see his friends.

"I ...... I've just returned, Teacher Lothar has gone to see His Majesty King Terenus, I'm here to ......," Varian said halfway, and suddenly closed his mouth, refusing to say any more.

"Do what?" Arthas asked—he sensed something unusual in Varian Ureon's expression, and he thought he might have discovered something interesting.

"Pick up ...... Pick up people. Varian Ureon whispered.

"Who?" Alsace asked.

"Pick up ...... Mr. Eberlock. Varian's face turned redder, and although he was much bigger than Artace, he squirmed like a child caught stealing.

"The gentleman?" it dawned on Arthas—this Eberlock was the leader of the Stormwind Resistance, as Varian had spoken before.

Arthas remembered that both Anduin Lothar and Varian were full of praise for this Monsieur Eberlock, but what was there to blush about?

"Will this gentleman use a magic circle to come over?" Arthas asked curiously.

"Well, Dalaran sent a few of his Excellency Mages to the rebel camp to help them move the wounded, women and children to the southern camp first. The conditions in the camp were still too poor. Speaking of this, Varian's mood became a little low.

"It's okay, when you get back to the south, everything will be fine. Arthas comforted Varian.

"When are they going to arrive? I'll wait here with you for a while?" Arthas said enthusiastically—he didn't have much to do anyway, so he would have to chat with Varian here, and when he got back to Stormwind, it would be a lot of effort for the two of them to see each other again.

"No...... No need, Alsace, you can hurry up and get busy, I'll be here alone. Varian hurriedly excused himself.

"I'm not busy, it's okay. Arthas said to himself, "Just as you're here, Varian, I'm asking you something." ”

"What...... What's the matter?" Varian stammered back, apparently hoping that Arthas would leave as soon as he finished.

"Ahem...... Shhhhh Arthas gestured for Varian to look down, and he glanced at Kalia, who was still chatting with the Windranger sisters, and didn't know what they were talking about.

"I say, Varian, what do you think of Kalia?" Arthas asked in a low voice.

"How's that? Good!" replied Varian subconsciously.

"Then will you marry her?" Arthas felt that there was a play, and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"Marry...... What?" Varian screamed.

"Shhh

Call...... Arthas breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily, Kalia didn't notice the anomaly here.

"How?" said Arthas smugly, "if you marry Kalia, you will be my brother-in-law, and we will become relatives, how good it would be!"

"No, no...... Varian said a few words in a row, pulling Arthas's hand around his neck, "I don't want to...... Wait, that's what His Majesty King Terenus meant?"

"No, that's just an idea...... My father wasn't going to care about Kalia's marriage. Arthas replied truthfully.

"Whew...... Then I'll be relieved......" Varian patted his chest, "I thought it was His Majesty King Terenus, so I really can't refuse." ”

"Why refuse?" asked Arthas, glaring, "Isn't Kalia worthy of you? Have you ever seen a woman better looking than Kalia?"

Although it was a bit inappropriate to sell his sister like this, Arthas meant to speak for Kalia.

"No, it's not......," Varian quickly explained, "It's just that I've ......"

"You already?" Arthas asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I already have someone I like. Varian said shyly but firmly.

"What, when, who? Lady?" Arthas hurriedly asked—Kalia always called Varian "Goose", and although Arthas didn't think Varian was stupid, Arthas knew that this little friend was dull in this kind of thing...... But now, Varian would say he has someone he likes?

She ...... I'm not going to tell you. "Varian still wants to be reserved.

"Speak quickly!" Arthas's curiosity could not be suppressed, and he threatened Varian, "If you don't, I'll ...... Go and ask Sir Lothar!"

"Lothar-sensei doesn't know who it is!" Varian still felt smug.

"Then I'll tell him about it, and he'll always ask if he knows!" Alsace looked cunning.

Is Varian in love? and hasn't let Anduin Lothar know about it?—Arthas thinks he's found big news.

"How can you do this!" Varian glared at Arthas, he didn't expect his little friend to treat him like this.

"Speak quickly!" Arthas didn't give Varian a chance to hesitate.

She ...... She's ......" Varian muttered hesitantly, and suddenly, the teleportation circle in the hall lit up again.

"The one I'm waiting for is here!" Varian watched as the figure in the magic circle became clearer, and quickly ran away from Arthas.

"Hey, don't run!" Arthas shouted, chasing Varian as the crowd watched.

By the time Arthas ran to the magic circle, Varian was already talking to his new guests.

Seeing Arthas running over, Varian turned around and enthusiastically introduced Arthas, "Arthas, this is Mr. Eberlock. Mr. Eberlock, this is His Royal Highness Prince Alsace of Lordaeron. ”

This is Mr. Eberlock?

Arthas paused for a moment, then looked over to the man standing beside Varian.

With his old but neat shirt, his vicissitudes of life but his wise countenance, and his resolute eyes, Arthas had to admit that Anduin Lothar had a good eye for people - he was worthy of leading thousands of refugees to survive in orc territory.