His father's majesty made Tiffin obediently retreat even if he was dissatisfied, leaving the space for two people.

As Tiffin walked out of the room, Benedictas's countenance became stern. "Bolwal, you've disappointed me today."

Boward lowered his head and listened respectfully to his reprimand, calming his anger slightly.

"Do you know what you're doing wrong?" His tone softened slightly.

"Please correct me."

"You should wait until the prom is officially over before telling her I'm here." Benedictas knocked on the table and groaned. “…… Your Majesty, it should be the first dance to ask Tiffin to dance, right? He said affirmatively.

"Yes." Bolwal looked at him in amazement, amazed at the precision of his inference.

"That Stephen doesn't understand, don't you understand either? How many people will be watching your every move! Benedictas tapped the table again.

Bolval finally realized what he had done wrong, and his young face turned pale. "This is my fault, please punish me."

"Forget it, Tiffin's occasional stubbornness can't even stand me, let alone you who have always spoiled her the most. That's how it is. Benedictas waved his hand. But then, I'm afraid your burden will be even heavier. Tiffin didn't mention our relationship to anyone, did she? ”

"Nope." Bolval replied quickly this time. Tiffin had always been obedient to his father, and would honestly follow his instructions even if he had any doubts.

Benedictas pondered for a moment and made up his mind. "Don't go back to the Western Wilderness later, take Tiffin directly to the Northshire Abbey, where my cronies will arrange for you to be teleported to the monastery outside the capital of King Lordaeron."

Bolval's eyes widened in surprise. "My lord, you have been transferred to the kingdom of Azeroth to preach, why did you send the young lady back to Lordaeron. Mademoiselle has always wanted to come back to you. ”

Benedictas walked over to the window and pushed it open. "Bolval, come and see."

As Bolval walked up to him in bewilderment, Benedictas pointed to the magnificent building under construction that could be seen in the darkness in the distance. "Bolval. You see, there, the Cathedral of Light is being built in Stormwind. It will surpass Lordaeron, Fort Riptide and Alterac to become the most majestic Cathedral of Light on the continent. And someday in the future. I will be the archbishop of this church. This is the supreme glory. ”

Boval listened to him silently, it was dark outside the window, but Benedictas's face, which was blurred in the darkness, had a shimmering brilliance.

That kind of light, he later understood, was called ambition.

"And all this is based on this political marriage!!" Benedictas looked at him. "Although the first king and the Supreme Archbishop Alonsos. His Excellency Fao made a covenant of marriage. However, the new king was, after all, his only son. He will be more or less partial to his children, and in the marriage contract, he states that the object is a woman of direct age in a bishopric family. It was not specified who it was. Although there are few such girls, it is not that there are no suitable candidates except Tiffin. ”

Bowval took a deep breath. "So, not only the old nobles of Stormwind City, but even the other high-ranking members of the church may not necessarily want this marriage to succeed!"

"After selecting Tiffin, in order to minimize the impact of this matter. Archbishop Fao asked me to send Tiffin to the Wild West, where she would marry into the royal family in the name of the daughter of a minor nobleman, in order to reduce the resistance of the native nobility and the common people. And tonight His Majesty's attitude ...... It's a foregone conclusion. He smiled.

"Yes......" Although he was one of the few people who knew about it, when he heard this, Bowall's heart still flowed with a slight pain.

"What do you think of Your Majesty, Berval?"

Thinking of a brilliant king of his own age, Bowval said in all fairness: "The best of men." A good match. ”

"It's a political marriage, but I also want Tiffin to be happy, you know? How can anyone be a parent who doesn't want their children to be happy? Just ......"

"Just what? My lord. ”

"Now Tiffin is just a little nobleman in the Wild West. You won't know how dirty the old nobles in Stormwind are, and I'm afraid they'll be going to assassinate Tiffin before she reaches adulthood. That's why I want you to take her back to Lordaeron. The royal bishop of Lordaeron had no children and had a close personal relationship with me. I've asked him. Let Tiffin go to the palace as his goddaughter to study with Kalia. It's also good for her in the future. ”

"Your Excellency has good intentions." At this time, Bowall understood Benedictas's intentions.

"Strangling the danger in the cradle...... Benedictas smiled and whispered, "but they won't be the only ones. ”

"And ......," he said, turning his head and staring at Boval with eyes as sharp as an eagle. Berval, I believe in you and hope you will not let me down. Please follow the way of knighthood. ”

Bolval confronted him without shying away. "In the name of the Light. In the name of the knight, I will not let you down. ”

Benedictas smiled with satisfaction. Behind him, a brilliant firework lit up in the dark sky.

It was an after-entertainment program to celebrate the ascension of the new king.

Bunches of beautiful fireworks burst into the sky one after another, creating colorful patterns that illuminate the dark night and the Basilica of Light, which is beginning to take shape.

"I'm really looking forward to ......" I don't know why, although Benedictas was smiling, but at that moment, Bolwal read a coldness on his face.

But it was only for a moment, and when the next firework was raised, the coldness disappeared like the previous fireworks.

"Thank you......" Benedictas turned out the window, his expression blurred in the darkness.

For many years, whenever I think about it, Bowall always thinks that he was wrong.

And today, he suddenly felt that he might not be mistaken.

Benedictas noticed what was wrong with Boval and smiled, and the coldness disappeared from his face as if it had never existed before.

"Let Tiffin rest in peace,......" he said, "my daughter is long dead......

"That'...... Does Your Majesty know about this? Bolval finally asked.

Benedictas looked in the direction of Stormstorm.

"You want him to know...... Still don't know? He looked back at Bolval, and a kind smile returned to his face. You go about your business, and I'll pass it on to Your Majesty. ”

Bolval didn't know how Benedictas had left. He didn't know how he spent the rest of his time.

The news brought by Benedictas shattered his sanity like a bomb, making him completely unable to think.

Unconsciously, he walked into his prayer room, skillfully knocked down the candlesticks on the wall, and several small bricks of the same color quietly slid open, revealing a small dark grid.

Boval reached for a small box inside. The box is a simple silver shell, but the surface of the box is as shiny as new. It is evident that his master has been carefully wiping it down.

Slowly, carefully, he opened the box, revealing its contents.

On the velvet of indigo black is a golden badge.

On the front of the badge is Mithril depicting the Paladin's emblem - a warhammer with human features, a Crusader-style shield, a protective hand, and the center icon is the Wrath of Justice.

Bolval flipped the badge slightly, and the gold back was simply engraved with two lines: "Bolval. Knight of Vortagen - Tiffin. Guardian of Irelian.

Bolval looked at it silently for a long time, and clutched the token tightly. He had thought he would never need the Light token again. The badge in his hand carried the warmth of the holy light, recalling his senses.

With this token and soul contract, he could easily tell the truth of that person. Benedictas sent him, it was indeed too appropriate.

If she wasn't Tiffin, of course she would have to be killed. Bowel thought to himself as he began to pack his bags. But the next moment, a strange thought jumped into his heart.

If...... Is she Tiffany?

Burnard was terrified by his terrible thoughts.

It couldn't be, he kept repeating to himself. But this thought is like a candle hanging in the wind, flickering and flickering.

In the middle of the night, Bolval quietly left the city. Wearing a low-key and inconspicuous silver-gray cloak and riding the most ordinary brown horse, he left Stormwind.

As he passed the city gate, he couldn't help but look up at the huge dragon head hanging from the city.

The blood on the black dragon's head had dried up, and the dragon's eyes remained angry, unwillingly staring at the people who passed by.

Onexia ...... He sighed inwardly.

It was as if I heard his sigh. Under the dragon's head, a mysterious man who had been watching the dragon's head all the time was shrouded in a black cloak looked at him.

At that moment, Berval keenly felt a strong murderous aura.

He followed the murderous aura and looked back, but the mysterious man in black disappeared along with the murderous aura.

Is it a delusion? Boval frowned, but his mind was on what Benedictas had arranged. Without hesitation, he pushed his mount down. Running quickly towards the outside of Stormwind.

Behind him, the man in black slowly stepped out of the shadows under the city walls.

"Bolval. Vortagan. The man in black slowly spat out his name from his lips, gritting his teeth with deep hatred. He raised his head, looked at the head of the black dragon princess hanging in mid-air, and whispered softly. "Oni...... Do you regret it? ”

His voice paused. "I regret it...... I shouldn't have done that to you that day. If I hadn't hurt you so badly. and left you alone...... Perhaps, this is not the case. ”

He spread his hands in the air, and he didn't see any movement, but Onexia's head disappeared all at once.

"But it doesn't matter. I've found the guy you said. He'll help us. Let's start over, shall we? He smiled indulgently at the body bag in his hand and disappeared into the darkness again.

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