Back at the mansion, Oryx began to process the documents he had accumulated over the past few days. For example, documents related to the purchase of commodities or a development permit for a piece of land submitted to the town hall of the capital city of Stratholm require his signature and seal.

Even if everyone gave him the green light, these procedures would still have to be followed.

Much of the rest is a progress report on the tracking down of the Cursed Sect.

Just four words, nothing.

Only Alexandros Mograini, who was leading people to investigate the Ambermere area under Dalaran's jurisdiction, had gained something, but it was only a gain.

Because only two of the outermost members of the new development of the Cursed Sect were captured.

It is said that all of them were poor people who fled from the hills of Hillsbrad because of the orc rage. Battered by the death of his loved ones and the destruction of his hometown, he loses hope in life, so he surrenders to the Lich King, preparing to take a high dose of the plague agent on the day of the Winter Veil, turn himself into a plague bomb, and then commit suicide among the festival crowd to avenge the world.

This kind of human trial can't get anything to say, and he doesn't even know as much about the Cursed Sect as the investigators.

It seems that Orix is satisfied with the progress of the mission in the north.

The mages of Dalaran have roughly figured out the composition of the Scourge Legion, conducted extensive research on the undead that may appear in Lordaeron, and have written a "Handbook for Dealing with the Undead", which describes the weaknesses of many kinds of undead, and is preparing to bring back Lordaeron to be printed in large quantities and sent to the armies of the Northland countries as a guide to the Scourge Legion.

This thing is indeed very useful, in the official history, the Lordaeron army was caught off guard, but it suffered the loss of not knowing the opponent.

What he was most pleased with was that Dalaran had begun to face up to the relationship between the Scourge and the Burning Legion, and no longer regarded the rise of the Scourge as an isolated event as in the official history, so he underestimated the harm of the entire war, which eventually led to a tragedy.

This is of great help to the northern countries. It would be nice if Dalaran could make the mighty Quel'Thalas realize the seriousness of the problem and join Lordaeron in the fight against the impending catastrophe.

It's not unlikely.

In the canon, the High Elves despise the Scourge and believe that the war outside of Quel'Thalas has nothing to do with them. But if they knew that the Scourge was just a pawn of the Burning Legion, and that all of this was closely related to the Burning Legion that nearly destroyed the world 10,000 years ago and caused great harm to their ancestors, they would have greatly diminished their intention to sit on the sidelines. The High Elves are indeed arrogant, but they are not fools who can't tell the difference between right and wrong, and no one knows this better than Orrix.

Most of the documents, Oryx glanced at them, signed the name, and took it aside. Bridget helped him roll the papers into rolls of paper, drips melted paint, stamped his personal seal, and put them in a letterbox.

"Dear Oryx, please don't worry about me. I have been praying a lot these days for my parents, who were faithful in the Light and did many good deeds during their lifetimes, and I believe that after they die, they will ascend to the Kingdom of Light and enjoy eternal blessings...... It's just that I'm a little sad that I can't see my father in the garden anymore from his busy government affairs. Walking in the queen mother's palace, I often feel a lot more deserted. Incidentally: I sent someone to send you a few bottles of the Royal Alchemist's nourishing potion, one dose a day, to help your body recover. If it works, remember to let me know, and I'll let the alchemist continue to make it for you (a little smiley). ”

Princess Galia's handwriting is very beautiful, and her handwriting is as beautiful as her own. The smooth letter of excellent quality also has a natural fragrance, and it smells like Her Royal Highness the princess who was taken into his arms during the banquet incident.

This handwritten letter, between the lines, reveals a sadness that is not easy to express, and it is clear that he has been washing his face with tears all day long, but he never resorts to the letter, as if he is afraid that others will worry about him.

Oryx sighed and rummaged through the pile of papers, and soon found a delicate little box. When I opened it, there were five finger-thick glass vials neatly placed inside, each filled with a reddish glowing liquid.

He couldn't help but smile.

Princess Galia has always been so considerate.

The correspondence with the princess began seven or eight days ago, and he really didn't take the initiative to provoke this.

On that day, he had only included a personal letter in the government documents he had submitted to Alsace. Most of the questions were about how His Majesty the King is doing, whether his body is safe and sound, and how he is very sad, please pay attention to his body, and other greetings, at the end of the letter, in line with the principle of concern, I asked Princess Jialia about her current situation by the way.

Then Arthas handed over the letter to Galia.

Then Galia began to write back to him.

Then the two began to exchange letters closely, from once a day, to twice a day, slowly more and more, anyway, there are royal mages to help deliver letters, and they are also entrapped in government documents, which will not take up too many "public resources"......

In recent days, the correspondence has become even more intimate.

In the morning, ask if you have eaten, if you have slept well, if your leg injury has improved, or whatever; At noon, I was told by the palace therapist that if I worked at the desk, moving my neck every hour would be good for the cervical spine; In the evening, in the afternoon the gardener trimmed the grass in the garden, and while I was walking, I took the shadow of a clump of arathi thistle for my father, and was sad for a long time......

That's pretty much it.

Oryx is happy to be the emotional trash can of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and does his best to help people get out of the shadow of the past as soon as possible. From time to time, I gave full play to the advantages of cold knowledge experts in the Internet era, wrote some interesting letters to tease Jialia, and gradually the two became very close...... Probably a pen pal, right?

At least that's what he thinks himself.

He took a bottle of nourishing potion in front of his eyes and examined it carefully, making sure that there was no trace of it being opened, so he pulled out the stopper and poured it into his mouth, tasted the taste, and began to write a reply.

"My Royal Highness, dear princess, I have received your nourishing potion. While I can't tell you exactly how beneficial it is for my body, I know for sure that it tastes really good. Like a low-alcohol wine made by Brill, did your alchemist add lilacs to it? By the way, I heard an interesting thing about how no one can lick their elbows. I'll tell you the truth, it's not very decent, but I tried it once in private, and I really can't lick my elbow! The Light is above, it's amazing......"

After writing, put down the pen, scan the two glances to see the general situation, put it in an envelope, drip fire paint, and stamp it with a private seal...... A reply was written.

He could imagine that in a room where no one was around, Princess Galia couldn't help but secretly try to lick her elbow but couldn't do anything, and he just felt like laughing.

When he had finished writing his reply, he pulled out another blank piece of stationery, dipped his quill in an inkwell, and began to write his letter to Alexandros Mograini.

He had to inform the other party that Darian had secretly come to apply. He was very hopeful that Darien could be kept, and his words were very sincere, claiming that he would do his best to cultivate Darien if the other party agreed.

There are several instructors sent by the Knights of the Silver Hand, all of whom were battle heroes who had led troops in the Second War. With them, the most blessed are those noble children who come to enlist. As long as you are willing to learn, you can learn things that you can't learn from your home tutors, whether it's strategy and tactics or martial arts.

Darien has such a good talent, it would be a pity if he was still locked up in his home.

Of course, whether to keep Darian or not, you must consult your father. If this "old hen guarding the nest" refuses, then it will have to be sent back.

As he writes, Bridget helps to sort out the letters, picking out the most important documents that need to be dealt with nearby so that he can deal with them first.

Oryx, who bowed his head to write, looked at the small hands that appeared in the field of vision from time to time, and said sincerely, "I really don't know how to thank you. If it weren't for you all this time, I would have been drowned in a pile of old papers. ”

"Why are you so out-of-this?" Bridget replied with a smile on her hand.

The Abydis family and the Rivendell family are two large local families that have always been good friends. The two have known each other since childhood, and they are not childhood sweethearts, but they are not much different. Later, in the same year, he was baptized into the Knights of the Silver Hand, with the same piety, the same ambitions, and a deep friendship.

It's just that Oryx's aura has become more and more dazzling recently, and Brigitte seems to be guilty of over-piety, which makes this friendship gradually become a little strange.

Well, he felt that Bridget admired himself now.

Of course, Oryx has selfish intentions, and he doesn't want to completely bind himself to the Knights of the Silver Hand and even the Church of Light. He was in great need of a capable Bridget, but the relationship could be comrade-in-arms, it could be a colleague, not the weird relationship that he has now.

Oryx stopped, "You know, Bridget, I actually mean ......"

He stopped as he spoke, because out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a great crow with great spirituality, standing outside the window, looking at him intently.

He said secretly that he had finally come, and quickly finished writing the letter and said to Bridget, "Excuse me, help me run to the barracks, and give this letter to Renault for him to send to his father." ”

Bridget blinked, "Isn't Lord Mograine with those Dalaran mages?" Directly ask the royal mage to send a magic message to save more time, and let Renault mail it himself, it may be delayed for several days. ”

"Well...... "Oryx said without hesitation," "it seems sincere." And I'd like to delay a bit and get that Darian kid to stay with us for a few more days. ”

"Or you have a way. Okay, I'll go. ”

"And I've been locking you in my room a lot lately, so you've probably thought of the training ground and played with those hairy boys, right? Let's go over there and relax, I'll do the work here alone, just come back on time for dinner. ”

"Great!" Bridget's eyes lit up, and she picked up the letter and hurried out of the room. These days, this female paladin whose martial arts are not inferior to men of the same age is indeed choking enough, and watching those noble children compete in martial arts on the training ground has long been greedy.

After taking Bridget away, Oryx stood by the window and made eye contact with the big crow.

It wasn't until he was sure that Bridget had mounted his horse and headed towards the barracks, and that he would not be able to return for a while, that he locked the door of the room, opened the window, and let the big crow in.

"You're the first interviewee to be courteous to me." The big crow actually spoke, and as soon as it landed, it turned into a middle-aged human mage wearing a cloak and deep eyes in a cloud of smoke.

"And you seem to know I'm coming, don't you, prophet?" Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens