"I'm sorry. My lord. "The Grand Duke of Stormwind is as speechless as a child who has done something wrong in front of him at this time.

His guest sighed and found a chair to sit down. "All right, kid. Sit down and talk. ”

Bolval respectfully brought him a glass of water before sitting down beside him.

"You know, I've been out of Stormwind for a long time. There are some things that I have to answer on your side first. It's important to me. The guest frowned slightly, as if he was worried about the rumors he had heard. I've heard that Varian is purging the upper nobles of Stormwind? ”

Bowall's dismissive, but respectful. "Yes, Your Majesty came back this time, and the means were much more ruthless. But he was mainly a big nobleman for the old forces. I don't think it has any impact on the church. And, it's always a good thing that there are vacancies in the position. ”

Listening to his answer, the guest seemed very dissatisfied. "Kid, you seem to have forgotten where you stand!" His gentle voice raised slightly: "What you represent in Stormwind is our church!" …… Now, please be honest with me if Varian has alienated you and put you under house arrest, as rumored to be. If he does, then I, Archbishop Benedictas of Stormwind, must go and talk to him! ”

Benedictas's usually kind face showed a stern look that was different from the past, and it made Bolval feel a little warm in his heart.

"Thank you for your concern, my lord. However, His Majesty did not ...... It was I who took the initiative to close the door. Your Majesty's return after a long absence is precisely the time to rebuild your prestige by re-enforcing the canonical and upright dynasty. At such a moment, if I always pestle in front of His Majesty's eyes, in the eyes of others, I will inevitably be suspected of provoking His Majesty's authority. Therefore, it is better for me to take the initiative to avoid it. His Majesty would like me to help him, but I think I'd better avoid it. ”

Benedictas scrutinized Bolval in front of him, his eyes seeming to be able to look straight into Bolval's heart.

After a long time, he sighed. "Since Your Majesty has not alienated you. Then I'm relieved. He pondered for a moment, then continued, "Your Majesty is right, His Majesty is not Anduin, and his decision does not need to be changed by anyone. You just have to obey. Since you have such an awareness, that's good. I believe that Your Majesty can still distinguish between right and wrong. ”

Berval listened silently to what he was saying.

"I heard that before, His Majesty almost married the Countess of Catlana, who was the incarnation of the Black Dragon Princess?" Benedictas had a sneering smile on his face that didn't match him. "And now? Does Your Majesty want to marry another queen? ”

Benedictas' words reminded Berval of Varian's performance at the Council of Nobles that day.

Varian, who had returned to the country, led a heavy army to attend the council of nobles, and after convicting the speaker of treason, he deprived several of the great nobles of their powers, and several people who did not know whether they were alive or dead tried to assassinate them on the spot.

But before Bolvar could wait for him to step forward, Varian had easily killed them on the spot.

Varian was a heavy strike—Salameni cut the Assassins in two almost instantly, leaving nothing alive.

The tragic condition of the mutilated bodies of the deceased and the thick smell of blood in the air made the nobles and lords who had always been pampered almost paralyzed on the spot.

Varian, on the other hand, wiped away the blood splashed on his face with his scarlet magnant coat. He didn't even move his eyebrows.

He walked back to his throne and sat down, holding Salameni on the ground in one hand and the crown on his forehead in the other, smiling coldly.

"I know what you're thinking?" Like a lion patrolling his territory, his gaze swept over everyone present.

No one dared to look at their king at this moment. Everywhere he looked, the crowd knelt down in convincing - including those who would spend the rest of their lives in Stormwind prison.

"I-Varian. Wrynn, the king of Stormwind, is your king. Serve me! Obey me! Stop giving me all those boring tricks trying to rebel against me and manipulate me. ”

Bowval's heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt that the king who sat on the throne seemed to have changed a lot from before.

A voice trembling and rang out. "Your Majesty, there is something I would like to ask for...... Your original wedding ......"

Varian didn't get angry. The corners of his mouth even hooked a slight arc with pleasure, but it was shocking in the eyes of others.

"The bride-to-be's head is now hanging at my gates! Is it pretty? He stood up. His hand clenched Salamoni. "Also, I want you to remember that the queen of Stormwind has been in the past and in the future - my queen will always be the one who sleeps in the royal cemetery! Stormwind doesn't need a new queen! Remember! With that, he brushed his sleeves away.

"Bolval?" Benedictas' voice interrupted his recollection.

"Oh...... My lord! Bolval anticipated his gaffe and hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty has made a public statement. He wasn't thinking about remarrying. ”

The corners of Benedictas' mouth finally raised a smile, and he picked up the water glass and drank it slowly.

"When Your Majesty was bewitched by the black dragon before, I wrote to you, hoping that you could come back to stop this. But. Now it seems that you don't have to worry about this anymore. ”

"Actually, I came this time, in addition to caring about your current situation, there is another thing......" Benedictas looked at him with a fixed gaze, and gently lowered the glass of water in his hand. Now it seems that since you don't need me to worry, then share my worries. I think about it, this matter is always up to you, the most appropriate. ”

"What's the matter, sir?"

Benedictas was silent.

Seeing that he was silent, Bolval took his empty cup and walked to the other side and picked up the water bottle for him.

"There's news,...... Someone saw my daughter! Behind him came the voice of Benedictas.

"Smack!"

The glass in Berval's hand fell to the marble floor and shattered. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his heart was mixed. But years of training of his will made him quickly regain his mind, and he hurried back to Benedictas's side, and half-knelt before him.

"It can't be!" His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say the name that had locked his heart but could not say it.

Benedictas patted him comfortingly on the shoulder.

"We all know," he said for Berval, "Tiffan ...... She's dead. It was my own hands that presided over her funeral. My poor daughter. ”

Tiffin ...... Tiffany! This heart-wrenching name made Berval dizzy.

"This ...... How is this possible. Bolval's hand involuntarily clasped his chest, and his heart beat violently. He suddenly remembered the strange fluctuation in the soul contract not long ago. Even he didn't know that there was a faint expectation in his heart.

However, Benedictas' next words ruthlessly shattered his expectations.

"Some say it's a Forsaken woman, who looks exactly like Tiffin."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water coming down Bolval's head.

"This ...... What is the meaning? ”

"Literally! So I want you to look into this. Find the Forsaken woman, and then, kill her! Bring her head back to me! ”

Boval looked at the old man in front of him in surprise.

Benedictas said to himself, "I don't want anyone to pretend to be Tiffin. It was an insult to her. You get the idea. ”

"Yes! …… But what if she really is? ”

"She won't be!" Benedictas interrupted him sharply, and the stern and cold expression on his usually kind face made Berval feel very strange. He'd seen such an expression, but that was a long, long time ago.

It was after that ball that he took Tiffin to meet him.

"Father!" Tiffin laughed and threw herself into Benedictas's arms, and exclaimed coquettishly, "Father, you haven't come to see me for a long time." I'm so bored alone in the wilderness of the West, and I miss you so much, father. How long are you going to leave me in the Wild West? ”

"Isn't there Bolval with you?" Benedictas patted her kindly, and turned to Bowval, his expression stern. "Why so early?" He frowned. "The court ball isn't over yet!"

"It's not about Bolval, it's that I want to see you sooner, father." Tiffin said in a hurry.

Benedictas sighed softly, "Isn't today's ball fun?" ”

Tiffin flattened her mouth. "The balls in the palace are just a little more crowded and a little more grand." After thinking about it, she continued: "But His Majesty actually invited me to dance tonight!" ”

"Oh." Benedictas's gaze fell on the lilies in her bun and smiled meaningfully. "And what do you think of the young monarch?"

"Hmm......" Tiffin blinked as she thought of the wording, her finger on her lips, her expression delicate. Very young, very handsome, and very gentlemanly! I guess that's what the bards call the perfect boy king. ”

"Looks like your first impression of him is good!" Benedictas laughed again. "So, did Your Majesty have something to talk to you about?"

Tiffin nodded. "Your Majesty said that when I became an adult, he would give me a gift. However, it's still so long, who knows if Your Majesty will remember! ”

"Oh, did he say that?" Benedictas's voice showed a hint of surprise.

Tiffin looked at his father in bewilderment. "Hmm...... What's wrong? Father. ”

"Nothing, my darling." Benedictas kissed her forehead. "I'm so proud of you. But why don't you go out for a while? I have something to tell Bolval alone. ”

"Father......" Tiffin pouted, unrelenting.

"Just for a while, just for a while, okay? Obedient! Benedictas frowned.