Bolval glanced at Felicia helplessly, a half-threatening look at her. Come to think of it, it is true that on this day, if Felicia were left alone, I don't know what would happen to her eldest lady. And Salolson, neither identity nor status is enough.

Bowall nodded in agreement.

As Felicia was overjoyed and about to push the door and rush out, Boval grabbed the doorknob and bowed his head in her ear, "Don't be rude to Your Majesty, you know?" ”

"Humph!" Felicia didn't want to pay attention, but she pushed the door and found that Bolval's hand was tight, knowing that Bolval was not consulting her but ordering. Felicia's heart was on fire, but she still kept her sense and knew that now was not the time to turn against Bolval. So she smiled hypocritically. "Got it."

Whether her smile is true or not, at least she is assured. Bolval let go, pushed open the door and walked out first.

Under Sarolson's guidance, they carefully avoided the crowded corridor and arrived at the lounge where Virton Barov was.

Salolson knocked on the door.

"Mr. Wilton, I'm Salolson, may I come in?"

"Oh...... Oh! Come in. ”

Salolsen pushed the door open and motioned for Bolval and Felicia to enter, while he himself stood at the door.

"Your Majesty." As soon as Berval entered, he saw Varian, who was sitting across from Wilton. The top of Varian's gown was unbuttoned, and the big one faded to the side, but the massive Salameni of his saber was still within his reach. He had a wine glass in his hand. I don't know what I'm talking to Wilton. However, judging from his demeanor, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Here you are, Berval." Seeing that it was Berval entering, Varian didn't seem surprised at all. He smiled and said hello to Bolval, as if he had known he was coming.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Boval nodded, and just as he was about to say something, a cold arm pierced into the crook of his arm, and the cold breath made him pause. He followed Varian's intriguing gaze to Felicia beside him.

"Allow me to introduce Your Majesty before the banquet, the Death Rider Envoy, the High Lord Felicia."

Varian tilted his head. Smile. But Bolval, who was familiar with Varian, could see that Varian's smile was nothing more than a sign of etiquette on his face.

Varian didn't move, just lazily stretched out his hand with the royal insignia ring.

Felicia's eyebrows jumped slightly. Familiar with aristocratic etiquette, she knew what it meant.

Varian was asking her to surrender. Although he hated Varian a hundred times in his heart and wanted to beat him up immediately, Felicia did not forget her mission, she was not just Felicia at this time. He is also an envoy of the Knights of the Black Blade. Felicia, High Lord of the Dead Riders. No matter how much she hated Varian, she could only hold back her dissatisfaction, stepped forward, and respectfully held Varian's hand with both hands, a thick and hard cocoon where her fingers touched, reminding Felicia that this was not only the hand of a king, but also the hand of a formidable warrior. In Felicia's lowered eyes, the demonic flame rose and condensed slightly. But it was only a split second, and she had already respectfully touched the ring on Varian's hand with her forehead. Perform the proper etiquette of an envoy.

Her mind turned, and Varian was not.

When Felicia's cold hand touched his, he instantly missed the other pair of cold hands. Back in Stormwind, he had never been touched by the dead like he had now. Only then did he realize that he was so missing, longing, and cold of that person.

It was as cold as alcohol, but it made the fire in his heart burn.

It's just that no one is her.

Varian's eyes closed and opened quickly, draining all emotion from his eyes.

"Your Excellency Lord Felicia, I really didn't expect you to be such a beautiful woman. At this time, I fully agree with the Grand Duke's decision not to let you show your face. Varian said and looked at Bolval with a smile.

This time, at least he smiled genuinely. Bolval breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the first hurdle had passed.

"You may be seated, honorable lord. And my dear Grand Duke. Varian straightened up a little and took a sip from the glass in his hand.

"Berval, you've had a great deal in the plaguelands. Not only did he kill Kel'thugad and Les Frostwhisper, but he also brought back two distinguished guests for me. ”

"My pleasure, Your Majesty." Boval bowed slightly, respectfully.

Varian's gaze swept over Verton and Felicia on either side, and he smiled playfully. "Wilton, you've been looking at Grand Lord Felicia. What's the matter, is it because of her beauty that you are also ape? ”

Wilton hurriedly withdrew his gaze and said respectfully, "The beauty of Grand Lord Felicia is indeed touching, especially the long bright red hair, which is like a blooming rose. In the next moment, I lost my temper. ”

Felicia coldly brushed the long wavy hair off her shoulders and turned her face away, apparently unappreciative of Wilton's words of praise.

"Speaking of which, Your Excellency Wilton, I guess I have had a hard time alone over the years." Varian continued, "How does it feel to be in Stormwind?" Maybe it's not as good as Lordaeron in the past, right? ”

Wilton hurriedly replied, "Stormwind King City is truly magnificent, and in my opinion, even the Lordaeron King City of the past is not as good as Stormwind City today. ”

Varian laughed, looking very useful for Wilton's compliment. The two exchanged a few words of painless questions, and Varian suddenly glanced at Bolval on the side and smiled.

"Your Excellency, thank you very much for your outstanding contribution - your justice and the help extended to my Grand Duke. I heard Bolval say that if it weren't for your help, it is likely that he would have been irreparably harmed. Tell me how I should reward you. ”

Wilton's eyes lit up, and he knew that the topic was coming. But after all, he was from a noble background, so he did not seem very excited and eager, but humbly said: "What I do is what justice wants me to do." Compared to the betrayal and pain my family once brought to the Alliance, what I did was nothing but a small amount. Therefore, I am very grateful for Your Majesty's kindness, but I dare not ask Your Majesty for merit and reward. ”

"Wilton, Your Majesty is not a monarch who does not distinguish between merit and demerit. If you don't reward such a great merit, how can others receive the credit with peace of mind? Bolval interjected at the right time.

Varian smiled and glanced at Berval. The two of them have been in politics for many years, and there has long been a tacit understanding between them.

Wilton said to himself, "My family is really guilty...... Your Majesty is already a grace not to punish the remnants of my family, how dare you ask for a reward. ”

Varian's eyes were lazy, staring at his fingers as he rubbed the mouth of his glass.

"You have brought back my most important Grand Duke for my kingdom, then, I will gladly ...... Let My Kingdom ...... How about one more duke? ”

Wilton's heart pounded. He knew that he would definitely get a reward this time, but he didn't expect such a big reward. Although Barov was once the duke of the kingdom of Alterac. But after the Second Orc War, not to mention the real power of the duke, even the status on the surface, the Barov family is in danger, and the powerful barons and viscounts in the alliance dare to show them their faces.

Now the power that was once lost will be returned to his own hands. Although he knew that the duke bestowed by Varian was probably a false name, Wilton still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

No matter how excited I am in my heart, I always have to continue to do the work on my face. Wilton hurriedly bowed his head in respect, but also concealed the uncontrollable joy and excitement on his face.

"Duke...... Such a title, I am immoral and incompetent, and I am a newcomer, it is really not enough to convince your ministers. I beg your Majesty to retract your order. ”

"You don't have to excuse yourself, I'll announce this at the banquet later."

Wilton gritted his teeth tightly, stifling a cry of joy that was close to blurting out.

"But...... Your Majesty. The question of the Duke of Wilton's fiefdom ......," Berval said slowly.

"Uh-huh......" Varian hummed meaningfully. He rubbed his chin and made a look of serious thought. Felicia pouted inwardly, these two men acted alike. But that's her business. Felicia unfolded the fan in her hand and fanned it gently in front of her face, watching what Varian was planning to do in this play.

This moment of silence made Wilton wake up from his joy. Since Varian said that he would reward him, he naturally wanted to take out a fief worthy of the title of duke. But he also knew that the mansion was easy to say, but it was a fiefdom...... There are also a lot of nobles in Stormwind City, and there are also many exiled nobles before and after, and they have to reward the heroes in the army for so many years, where can they still have idle land to reward him. So why did Varian say that? Wilton was in a hurry. In an instant, several thoughts had already crossed his mind, and finally he decided to gamble! In the current alliance, Varian alone controls the entire human kingdom, and the favor of a powerful monarch is more important than any material reward.

He pulled a few pieces of paper out of his bosom, and though he shuddered a little when his fingers touched the worn parchment, his hand became steady again at the thought of what he was going to get next.

"Your Majesty Varian, I didn't have a chance to talk about it just now. This time, in Barov's old residence, I found some land deeds from the past. Although most of these places have been taken over by the villains of the Undercity, they are still legally the property of the Barov family. Now, I hope that Your Majesty will accept this little heart from me. ”

As he spoke, he respectfully held the parchment above his head and presented it to Varian.

The smile in Varian's eyes was even worse, and he exchanged a look with Bolval.

This Wilton is really a very interesting person. (To be continued.) )