Compared to the tense atmosphere in the Blackstone Tower, the atmosphere in the throne hall of Stormwind City at this time was extremely harmonious.

Varian squinted at the throne like a languid lion, waiting for the exciting moment to come.

The Defia Brotherhood was exterminated, and the bandit leader Van Cleef was ambushed, and the news was reported to the Hall of the Throne long before Bolval led his army back to the city. And just now, the guard officer has sounded the horn of triumph, that is, Berval has led the army into the city. It's almost time to do the math.

Varian's gaze swept over His Highness's ministers one by one. At this moment, they were constantly looking at the entrance of the throne hall with enthusiastic eyes.

Savvy aristocrats know how much King Varian hates the Defia Brotherhood. Then you can imagine how happy Your Majesty will be when he witnesses this moment with his own eyes. And for Your Majesty, who is now moody, such a rare thing with a clear wind direction, how can you do it if you don't go up to please and brush down your favorability.

Therefore, from the first moment of Berval's arrival in Stormwind, the ministers rushed to the throne hall, not wanting to miss this rare opportunity. No, even Archbishop Benedictas, who rarely appeared in Stormstorm, is here today.

Varian's gaze swept around before landing on the smiling archbishop under him.

Sensing Varian's gaze, the archbishop smiled and bowed his head to him.

Varian's eyes narrowed even tighter.

At this time, three long horns sounded at the door of the Storm Fortress in turn.

Varian sat upright, and His Highness's ministers fell silent. I heard the guard at the door chanting in a loud voice:

"Bolval. Audience of the Grand Duke of Vortagen. ”

Berval led the way in, followed by Samuelson, who was holding the Van Cleff head box in his hand.

"Your Majesty, fortunately not disgraced!" Bolval saluted: "The Brotherhood of Defia has been exterminated, and the leader of the bandits has been beheaded. ”

Samuelson took a step forward. The head hangs slightly, and the hands hold the box high above the head.

Varian tapped on the armrest. The chief guard hurried down to take the box, opened the lid of the box, and handed it to Varian's eyes.

Although the lime is very good at preventing the decay of the skull. But as soon as I opened it, there was still a faint smell mixed with blood. Varian held out his hand unconcernedly. Fiddling with the head in the box.

Van Cleef ......

Seeing the head of the leader of the Brotherhood of Defia apparently plunged Varian into memories of the past - his Stormwind, his wife......

Shia...... I don't know where you are now, how about it......

Thinking of Thea, Varian waved his hand a little irritably, and the chief of the guard hurriedly covered the box.

"Bolvar, you're doing a great job. I will arrange a banquet in the evening to reward those who have served in this battle. Varian stood up and said with a smile: "And you, my dear ** Grand Duke." What should I reward you? ”

"It is my duty to serve Your Majesty, and I don't need Your Majesty's reward!" Bolval replied with a bowed head.

"You are as humble as ever, my Grand Duke." Varian smiled. "Then I'll keep this reward for you, and when you remember what you want, just open your mouth! Any request! ”

Varian emphasized the tone. "Any request will do."

Hearing such words, His Highness's ministers couldn't help but whisper quietly to each other.

"Your Majesty, such a reward is too great, I ......" Bolval hurriedly raised his head and looked at Varian.

There was a hardness in Varian's eyes that could not be denied. Berval, who was familiar with the king's temperament, immediately understood. Now is not the time to discuss this with him. He closed his mouth in amusement and said no more.

Varian turned to look at Benedictas, asking. There was a smile on his face, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes. He motioned for the chief of the guard to deliver the box to the archbishop. "What does the archbishop think should be done about this?"

Benedictas didn't seem to notice Varian's displeasure. He looked down at Van Cleef's head and said in his usual compassionate tone, "Van Cleef has paid for his crimes, and I hope the Light will redeem his soul." If His Majesty does not mind, the cemetery of the church can accept him. ”

"You're a benevolent ......," Varian said.

As if he didn't hear the sarcasm in his words at all, Benedictas nodded. "That's what I'm supposed to do."

"What do you think?" Varian interrupted him, motioning for the chief of guard to give his ministers a look at the head.

"Van Cleeff is a heinous crime, and he deserves to be put on display! His crimes are too numerous to mention. Even if the Light forgives him, the people cannot forgive him! The new speaker of the aristocratic council, headed by him, was the first to speak indignantly. Although pampered, he almost didn't gag on the spot when he smelled the smell of bloody corpses. But as soon as he thought of Varian's previous bloody methods, he immediately forced himself to express his discomfort.

"That's a good idea." Varian gave him a prolific smile. The new speaker almost fainted without excitement. He understood that his position was now officially secured.

Not a single fool of the nobles who survived the repression, and the nobles immediately realized that it was no longer the time for the separation of powers between the regent, the countess, and the archbishop.

When Varian returned, the rights of the former regent Bolvar had been returned to him. Onexia, disguised as a countess, had been bloodied, and now the only ones outside his control were those in the hands of Archbishop Benedictas.

But Varian is not Boval. Neither lions nor wolves will tolerate others encroaching on their territory.

In front of him, it was just an opportunity for him to attack the archbishop. Although the clouds were calm and the wind was clear, the smell of gunpowder between the king and the archbishop was almost forcing them to take sides.

"Your Majesty, I will seconded the opinion of the Speaker General." The aristocratic ministers, who came to their senses, immediately took a stance, almost overwhelmingly supporting Varian.

What are you kidding, what is an archbishop in front of a real kingship? Anyway, at least the archbishop won't bloody the Council of Nobles.

The smile in Varian's eyes was even worse, and he ordered, "Throw Van Cliffe's head to Stormwind Prison first, and let those restless guys see what happens to those stubborn ones!" And then...... Hang the gates of the city to forbid them. ”

After a pause, he deliberately glanced at Benedictas and said meaningfully with a smile. "Although it is not as shocking as the head of the Black Dragon Princess, it is better than nothing! Do you say yes, Your Archbishop? ”

"Your Majesty is very true." Benedictas's smile arced so hard that he didn't even move his hand holding the scepter.

Hearing his answer, Varian almost frantically wanted to tear his mask off and see what kind of expression lay underneath.

Old fox! It's really too calm, too magnanimous. You know, it was his daughter who died in that turmoil!

Varian took a gentle breath and announced, "Then it's decided. Let's disperse first. The celebration invitation will be delivered to your house later. ”

As the crowd was about to disperse, Varian looked at Boval with a pleasant face. "Boyval, wait a minute."

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Nefarian reached out and took one of the crystal bottles, and held it high in the light.

He narrowed his eyes to examine the flow of the swirling green essence inside, then opened the sealed lid on the bottle, gently poured out a wisp of cigarette and closed his eyes to immerse himself in the fine experience.

Simon casually dragged out a chair and sat down, silently watching his series of movements, clasping his arms with both hands, and counting with the fingers of one hand tapping lightly on the inside of his arm.

When he counted to the four hundred and twenty-three, Nefarian opened his eyes and stared at him with a blazing gaze.

"Sure enough, it's the essence of the Four Dragon Kings of Jade! The power inside is not at all comparable to those little green dragons. ”

The corners of Simon's mouth twitched. "It's like I'm lying to you."

Nefarian put the bottle down and looked at Simon with the same intently as he had been for the experiment, not sparing the slightest change in his face. "That'...... Did you kill them? ”

"Nope." Simon replied nonchalantly. "They are worth more alive, why should I kill them. I just want to know now, how useful is this thing for your experiments with colorful dragons? How much can it boost your progress? Ten percent, or fifteen percent? ”

As soon as the three words of colorful dragon came out, Nefarian's pupils shrank, and the dragon power and murderous aura of the black dragon prince immediately overflowed. "Why do you know? I remember never telling you why I needed the Green Dragon Essence. ”

Facing Nefarian, who might be on the verge of going berserk in the next moment, Simon just gracefully crossed his hands, covered his chin, and squinted at him, not at all angering his consciousness. "Don't talk to me in that condescending tone, Nefaryan. No one but your father can speak to me in such a tone. ”

"Father......" When he heard these two words, the arrogant Black Dragon Prince's momentum was stagnant, but in order to hide his weakness at this moment, he raised his voice even more angrily. Don't use my father to crush me. ”

In the shadow behind him, a pair of huge wings loomed. If Simon's next sentence doesn't give him a good explanation. Then Nefarian doesn't mind going back to the prototype at all.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's a secret. But as far as I know, the original idea of the Colorful Dragon was proposed by your father. Simon said calmly. And do you think that the current progress of your experiments can satisfy him in the far back of the earth? I'm sorry to tell you that you let him down too much. (To be continued)