The carriage drove almost to the palace gate before stopping. Bolval got out of the car, gentlemanly stretched out a hand, and waited for the occupants to get down. Unfortunately, Felicia's anger has not subsided, so she completely ignores Bolval's kindness. She was so agile that she even jumped around the corner towers of the Icecrown Fortress, and that height wasn't a problem for her now. Felicia lifted the hem of her skirt and jumped straight off.

The driver, who felt the shock of the body, turned his head and saw this scene, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

Bolval didn't react. He tilted his head as if nothing had happened, and when he was sure that Felicia was fully standing, he continued to extend his arm to her as if nothing had happened.

Felicia didn't want to pay attention, but someone around had already noticed her.

Anyone who cares knows that the Grand Duke of Berval will enter today with the envoy of the Death Horse. Now that the legendary Deathrider Envoy was seen, although the people did not rush forward because of Bowval's power, there was already a whisper of discussion around him.

"Felicia." Bolvar called Felicia in a good voice. He kept smiling, and his expression made Felicia's forehead faintly bruise. It's not like she's unaware of the whispers of the gaze around her. Sure enough, this guy Bolwal arranged it on purpose, right?

Felicia raised an eyebrow and calmed down. When she was educated as an aristocracy, Bowal didn't know where to play in the sand in the Wild West! Isn't it acting?

She is not a rare bird of prey in the zoo, so why should she stay at the gate for people to see. Those who know the times are Junjie. Felicia tilted her head slightly, her slightly narrowed eyes obscuring some kind of flickering ice-blue flame. She "brushed" and unfolded the ostrich feather fan in her hand, skillfully covering most of her face. But his face had straightened out the smiling face of a professionally trained lady, and with an impeccable gesture, he elegantly reached into the crook of the arm handed by Bolval, and said proudly:

"Let's go."

Bolval seems to have known that this was the end. Hearing Felicia's words, he bowed slightly, and led Felicia towards the hall.

Walking over to the doorman, his deputy, Salolson, was already waiting.

"Your Excellency!"

Bolval smiled and nodded at him, signaling that this was not the place to speak. Thereupon. Needless to say, the three of them moved to a certain lounge before the banquet began.

"Any news?"

As soon as Salolson, who was the last to enter, he locked the door. Bolval also let go of the smile he had always maintained. He asked with a heavy expression.

"I'm sorry, sir. The person who holds that invitation...... Didn't show up. "Salolsen knew what Bolwal was talking about. Consciously ineffective, he had a little shame on his face.

Felicia let out a sneering sound. As Bolval looked at her unpleasantly, she fanned her head away as if she hadn't done anything.

Bolval wasn't in the mood to bother with her right now. He walked back and forth a few steps and asked Salolson, "Are the doormen and guards all in order?" ”

Sarolson nodded. "They are all reliable people who are used to being used in the court. Faithfulness can be guaranteed. ”

Bolval let out a breath of depression that had been suppressed in his heart. He always felt that things were a little strange. Such a large court banquet. There are only a few nobles invited, and if there are unfamiliar faces, they will be recognized by the doorman and the guards at the first time. Even the casual disguise will not escape their eyes. You know, remembering the most subtle differences of each guest is the basic skill of the palace doorman.

But if the man was a regular guest of the court, why bother to get an invitation from him?

Bolval felt a sense of uneasiness about to come, as if he had returned to the time when Caterina was still around—and although everything seemed so normal, there was a bottomless darkness and intrigue behind it.

"Don't talk about that." Bolval decisively gave up the idea of no idea. Turning to Salolson, he asked about another matter that he cared about. "The one from the Barov family, have you arranged it?"

"It's arranged. He came with me. Now I have arranged for me to go to another lounge to wait for His Majesty to receive me. ”

Listen to what Salolson has to say. Boval nodded. "What's going on in Stormwind these days?"

"Your Majesty has successfully manipulated the Speaker of the Nobles, and I believe that the nobles will give Your Majesty an interesting answer today. Just ......"

"Don't stop talking, say it quickly!" Bolval was still patient, but Felicia interjected unscrupulously: "What does mother-in-law do?" ”

A hint of displeasure flashed in Sarolson's eyes, but he didn't mean to scold Bolval. He thought about it for a while, and no longer hesitated: "I'm afraid it's not going so well on the church side." The archbishop would not have come tonight. ”

"Didn't you want to come? That said, he'll still come. Bolval touched his chin. I think I know him well enough to make him change his mind. Do you know? ”

"Yes." Sarolsen nodded, this matter is not too secret, at least the archbishop did not deliberately hide it. "Your Excellency should also be aware of the prestige and power of the Barov family in the Lordaeron and Alterac regions in the past, right?"

Bolval nodded, and suddenly understood.

"Do you want to use the orphans of the Barov family to expand the influence of the Church in Lordaeron and the Alterac region again? It is indeed very much in line with the style of the archbishop. ”

Felicia snorted again disdainfully. "The Barov family? If it was before the Second Orc War, it might have been useful. Now......" She turned her head sideways and said no more, but the contempt in the corners of her mouth was clear even to a fool.

Interrupted again and again, Sarolsen was a little angry. He looked at Felicia coldly. "And what do you think?"

Hearing this, Felicia glanced at Salolson, the corners of her mouth twitching. She threw away the feather fan in her hand, leaned back with Erlang's legs with a big grin, and hung her arms on the back of the sofa with her arms wide open, which made the arc lines of the proud **** tightly wrapped in the corset more and more obvious, and it was almost worrying that the snow white would be completely exposed if she made another move.

But apparently Felicia didn't care, and even the two men in the room didn't care.

"The archbishop is naturally a good plan." Felicia tiptoed Jiro's legs and cocked them in a sarcastic tone. "It's a pity that the biggest voice in that land is now in the hands of the Undercity. There aren't many people still alive. Over the years, most people have chosen to join the Silver Dawn of Fording or the mad woman's Scarlet Crusade if they want to survive. Do you think that the rest of the guys, who don't even dare to enter the army and don't have the ability to move elsewhere, need to have the value of being co-opted? What's more, as far as the reputation of the Barov family is concerned, hehehe......" Felicia sneered and turned her head.

Bolval stopped the momentum that Salolson still wanted to argue. He said to Felicia, "The Light will not abandon the people who believe in him, and neither will the archbishop. ”

Felicia sneered twice and made a gesture of laziness to take care of him.

The so-called Tao is not the same, since she is like this, Bowal naturally does not want to talk to her more. He only felt that the gap between the reborn Felicia and him had grown. It reminded him of another Thea. Thinking of that one, his brow softened for a moment, but it was only a matter of moments. He still has a lot to do for her.

Bolval thought for a moment and asked Salolson, "What about Your Majesty?" ”

"Your Majesty?" Salolson subconsciously asked rhetorically, but he immediately understood what Bolval meant. "Before today's banquet, I asked to see His Majesty and told him about this hidden danger."

Bolwal breathed a sigh of relief. "And what did Your Majesty say?"

"Your Majesty said......" Sarolsen was a little distressed, but he still chose to tell the truth. His Majesty seems to have taken it to heart at all. The two advisors were also with His Majesty at the time. Miss Consultant said excitedly - she had been bored for a long time, and it would be nice to have someone to have fun. ”

"Miss Advisor," ...... "Now it was Bolval's turn to smile bitterly." It's really a temperament that is afraid that the world will not be chaotic......"

"Wait...... You mean, miss? Felicia on the side spoke. Varian, got a new love? ”

Felicia had an iron face, cold air was coming out of her body, and even a faint white gas had appeared on her body. "Varian seems to be having a good time!?"

"Don't be rude to Your Majesty!" Salolson scolded.

Felicia ignored his words and turned to Berval, raising an eyebrow. "Bolval, you know? You're just looking at it? ”

"You're thinking too much, Felicia." In the face of Felicia's questioning, Berval had to explain: "That Miss Advisor is just a close friend of His Majesty's acquaintance in the arena. If nothing else, you'll see her tonight. Believe me, there is nothing between Your Majesty and her. ”

"Humph!" Filicia sneered at Bolval's explanation. She hugged her chest and said, "What is the credibility of what you men say?" Friends of the Arena? When you say that, I'm looking forward to having a fight with her. ”

Seeing that Felicia clearly didn't believe his attitude, Bolval showed a helpless wry smile. He vaguely felt that tonight, there might be more trouble than he thought.

And Saliolson, who was on the side, didn't say anything, but he was curious about Felicia in his heart. What kind of fuss is this dead rider lady who looks angry and murderous as if she has caught her husband cheating?! But Bolval's words brought him back to his senses.

"Before the banquet started, take me to Barov's lounge. If you're lucky, you might be able to meet Your Majesty first. ”

Felicia jumped too. "You can't leave me." (To be continued.) )

PS: It's boring to chat with no one! , roll and ask for a hug!