Of course, Bolval knew that he was a beggar, and he was willing to give everything for the sake of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The most feared thing is not to be scolded, but to be ignored.

People don't admit that you are in trouble at all, so if you scream loudly, you will also be regarded as moaning without illness.

As soon as he went out, Berval was ready to meet the walls of various salon gatherings, but he didn't expect that a powerful field grand duke would take the initiative to find him!

You know, Duke Stratholme is one of the three giants under the royal family of Lordan Lunri.

If such a big man comes forward, the Kingdom of Stormwind may be saved.

Bolval's heart was hot, and he immediately agreed: "Okay, I'm free." ”

"Then please come with me."

Bolval had just been so frightened that he could barely take care of himself, and now he was finally relieved. There was a lot of information that would not have been known from Storm's ambassador to Lordaeron.

Anyway, he could feel the sincerity of the other party.

Generally speaking, this kind of meeting, sending a butler or something to deliver an invitation, making an appointment for a meal or something is the right way, and sending a baron is definitely above the standard of etiquette.

The group immediately followed.

The Stratholme family of course has a duke's palace in Lordaeron, and outside the palace, it is located in the second building on the right hand side of King's Road. The large courtyard covers an area of nearly 10,000 square meters, and you walked nearly 100 meters just by entering through the gilded iron gate on the front.

The Duke's Palace in the royal city was also the façade of the powerful aristocracy, and someone was very fortunate that he had to spend nearly a thousand gold coins a year to maintain this mansion and a manor outside Lordaeron.

Skirting a circular fountain with a statue of a mermaid, the carriage made its way to the gate.

Twelve guards in silver armor lined up on the left and right, and when they saw Bovar get out of the carriage, they immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths and showed off the [Honor Sword] used for the guard of honor.

Burnval's heart warmed.

"The Duke is waiting for you in the study!"

Led by Baron Seljek, Berval walked the red carpet through the hall to the study next to him, where he saw once again the Duke who was too young.

"Thank you, Lord Stratholme."

The two sides shook hands amicably.

"No thanks, I'm curious and sincere, concerned about the war in the Stormwind Kingdom. Can you tell me more about that? ”

"Of course, that's why I came to Lordaeron."

Boval was not a good lobbyist, not even a politician. He's the kind of martial artist who is very pure. Although his words and sentences were clear, they were clearly unconvincing, as in the previous council hall. He kept emphasizing the threat of the orcs, but failed to make a stranger feel the fear of impending death.

In addition, the pompous atmosphere is prevalent in these years, and killing two trolls can blow a hundred people.

If it weren't for the fact that McDonald had brought in more than a thousand fresh troll heads, and even if the skull was pickled, there would still be dark red bloodshot on the skull, and dozens of living troll captives, the royal capital would have slandered him for taking the lead. There are too many sluts who can't look down on others.

McDonald listened drowsily, and when Bolval finished speaking, the main event came.

"On behalf of the Stratholme family, I have deep sympathy for the plight of the Stormwind Kingdom, and I am willing to donate a large amount of money to your country......" McDonald was interrupted by a anxious Boval as he said this.

"Wait! Thank you very much for your generosity, Lord Duke, but the Kingdom of Stormwind, no, the human world needs the support of not just one duke, but the entire Lordaeron to lead the other five kingdoms to form a coalition. We even need support from dwarves and high elves! Be warned, there are at least a million orcs on the other side! ”

The more Bergard spoke, the more agitated he became, and even the black teacup on the table was knocked over by dancing.

At this scene, Baron Serrijek, who was a guard behind McDonald, frowned.

Bolval hurriedly apologized, and then stared at McDonalken with blazing eyes: "Since Your Excellency can understand the situation, then please make your influence ......"

What he said below, McDonald didn't want to hear.

What do you say is right, but what does it have to do with my McDonald?

it! I'll give you the money, and you take it.

You fought your [Dark Gate War], I'll go back to my earth, hello, I'm good, everyone, isn't it?

I have to be this clown, to persuade a bunch of pit bastards to attack your Stormwind Kingdom now. People want you to give land to the population, do you give it out?

You give it, but people don't want to ask for it!

The Kingdom of Stormwind is notoriously 'backcountry' for the people of Lordaeron!

……

McDonald is upset. Although he had not been in this world for a long time, he had already learned a lot of chains of contempt through casual chats with Mograini and others.

The royal capital of Lordaeron looked down on the local nobles of the Tirisfal woodland, and then the Tirisfal looked down on the people of Andorhar, and the people of Andorhar looked down on the Stratholme in the ravine.

Even if he could join forces with Mograine and Abydis to make a proposal at the Lordaeron Noble Assembly, he would most likely be rejected in the midst of ridicule.

Why should he be such a fool?

Lordaeron is too big and too corrupt.

To be reasonable, the same is true of the original history, the six kingdoms of the human race originally had a great opportunity to destroy the orcs in advance. But none of them moved, and it was really until Stormwind City hit the streets, and the group of idiot nobles realized 'Oh, it turns out that this is not fake, the fire is really burning', and then there is an emergency mobilization of all mankind after the enlightenment.

McDonald had already seen through it, but he didn't expect Boval to be so inflexible, and he blocked his McDonald's way in disguise.

I'm so angry that I'm vomiting blood!

McDonalken sank his face: "The lion may wake up in its slumber, or it may become the prey of a hunter in its sleep." I don't have the skills to wake it up anyway. That's it, I have more important things to do. Seljek, send-off! ”

Bolval was stunned, looking at the back of Mai as he left on his own, and he realized that he might have missed something important.

"Wait......"

When McDonald was depressed, he suddenly received a message from Pinos, the official of the Duke's Palace: "Congratulations! Her Royal Highness the Princess asked the Duke to go to the Imperial Garden for afternoon tea. ”

It's so direct, okay?

McDonald was a little depressed, so he had to bite the bullet.

In front of the mirror, he deliberately made his appearance a little unremarkable, and even blasted the family official out, he took a deep breath and said to himself: "McDonald, you are the man who wants to go back!" Remember, you still have emerald flowers! ”

Fifteen minutes later, McDonald, who was familiar with the house, came to the palace again, and when he was led by his attendants to a pavilion with the fragrance of birds and flowers in the imperial garden, his brain thundered.

In heaven and earth, apart from that beautiful figure shining with golden light, there is no room for another existence in the horizon.

Saying......

Who's Cuihua!?