No matter how strong a person is, there are troubles that cannot be solved.

This is a truth.

Just as the Dark Titan Sargeras, the Mighty Stars, had his own troubles, Lord Tyrion, who was nearly invincible in Azeroth, was sitting alone on the edge of the platform of the Dark Temple, sulking.

He sat on the floating city like one of those young men who pursued certain fashions, his feet in the air, and let the howling cold wind blow his body, his hair, and his skin colder than the wind.

He didn't wear the dark dragon armor that the black blacksmiths had made for him, nor did he wear the very freehand black swordsman's robes, but only a black woolen sweater, military pants and a pair of boots, which looked a little thin in such a season and at such a height in the sky.

Of course, for the undead, even if they don't wear anything, it's not a big problem to sit here naked, but this kind of dress still adds a lonely temperament to the big lord who is a little frustrated at this time.

He didn't want to talk to anyone, he was irritable and lost right now.

His wife, Aurelia, the Mother of Blood, held a family meeting last night after learning about Delia's "little story", and the meeting did not go well, the two girls who were covering for Delia had a big fight with their adoptive mother, and as a result, they were locked in confinement, and his lovely daughter Dornan and goddaughter Vanessa were locked in their room on the lower floor, and his knight of the guard was watching the two little girls.

Tyria, a stubborn girl who was determined not to reveal Flynn's whereabouts, was forcibly sent to her biological father overnight by 13 heavily armed agents of Salein.

I heard that this sudden incident made His Excellency Futagen extremely annoyed.

This Forgotten King is a great nobleman born in the old Stormwind Kingdom, and the Vortagan family has been one of the great nobles of the human race as a whole since the time of the human emperor Soladin the Great, and is one of the rare ancient families in human civilization. Although Vortagan was dead, the mark of that ancient inheritance was still engraved in the deepest part of his cold blood.

He could allow his daughter to abandon her nobility and heritage.

He could allow her to live her life as a citizen in the Commonwealth.

He could even allow Tella to follow her future husband's family name, ending the Vortagan family's history once and for all.

But he couldn't only allow Delia. Furtagan is in love with a former pirate like a little deflated three, and even privately engaged for life, Flynn's bad past and his innocent soul are a blasphemy against the blood that runs through Delia's body!

Old men don't care about romance or the yearning for freedom, especially these old men who are responsible for supervising the evolution of civilization and deducing the rules of the world order, they are the most old-fashioned and ruthless group of people in this world, and they have become part of the rules of the world order. Vortagan would not blame his daughter for being ignorant, he would only vent all his anger on that damn deflated pirate.

Of course, this is also what the Great Lord wants to do at this time...

"Flynn. Favind! ”

Tyrion raised his head and drank a glass of cold, ice-mixed blood wine, and his other hand was raised, and between his fingers, there was an extremely realistic and vivid magical image of Captain Flynn and Tylia swimming together in Kul Tiras.

The High Lord looked at the smile of the young man Flynn on the magical image, as if he had seen a guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, provoking him!

"Come on, little bastard!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, a hint of undisguised killing intent.

"Nassa, to Flynn. Has the Favind investigation yielded results? ”

The High Lord asked in a low voice, and behind him, in the shadows cast on the pillars of the platform hall, Nasa was standing there quietly with her hands tied, like a statue, and in the face of Tyrion's question, Nassa's finger tapped on the communicator in her ear, and after a moment, she whispered:

"My best agents have arrived in Kultilas, and they will search all of Drusva, and everything that has to do with Flynn, and our "messengers" left there will do their best, rest assured, High Lord, if Flynn really has something to do with Enzos, then that damn man will not escape! ”

"Well, that's good."

Tyrion nodded, his eyes staring blankly at the sea of clouds at his feet, and he said:

"Have Lord Berval and Lord Sellers arrived?"

"They arrived five minutes ago, Grand Lord, and... Her Excellency Dai Lin also came. ”

"Good!"

On the second floor of the Dark Temple, this is the place where the various departments of the Dark Blade hold meetings, and there are many neatly maintained halls, all of which are ghost servants of the Dark Temple, according to the preferences of the Great Lord and some important elders, arranged rooms with various civilization styles, and occasionally used to hold certain gatherings within the Dark Blade Legion, such as birthday parties, or mourning ceremonies, etc.

"Click"

The door to the parlor was pushed open, and Tyrion, dressed in a swordsman's robe, walked into the parlor, and on the two chairs in front of him sat Delia's biological father, Bovar. Vortagen, Delia's adoptive father, Hagel. Cyrus, and the uninvited Admiral, Lord Dareen, the Sea Devil.

Coupled with the last High Lord Tyrion, the four people sitting in this room are all elders who are related to little Tyria.

The Great Lord nodded slightly to the three people in front of him, and then sat on the last chair of the square table, after he sat down, the four undead look at me, I look at you, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant for a while.

If these four people want to discuss destroying a city or slaughtering more than 100,000 people at this time, then it is very suitable for their temperament, but now, the four undead old men want to discuss the life events of a 19-year-old girl... This is somewhat out of step with their identity.

"First of all, I would like to apologize to His Excellency Bolval and His Excellency Cyrus..."

The Great Lord's eyes were slightly closed, his fingers darting on the table, and he whispered:

"Little Lady Tellia is your daughter and my daughter, my wife and I should fulfill our responsibilities as adoptive parents and prepare a bright and happy future for this child, but there have been too many things lately, and the two of us have neglected to discipline Tyria, and it turned out that something like this happened... I'm sorry, both of you, this shouldn't have happened. ”

Tyrion's undisguised apology made the atmosphere in the living room a little lighter. Vortagen, the powerful undead also coughed lightly, he glanced at the silent Major General Sellers and Dai Lin beside him, and he shook his head:

"No, it's not all your fault, High Lord."

"I saw how much Lady Aurelia and I cared for Delia, and that's why I agreed that she would grow up in the Dark Temple, and I... I tried to repair my relationship with my daughter, but I couldn't stick to it, she looked at me in the eyes like a stranger at times, but I don't blame her. ”

"After all, when I was alive, I was an unqualified bastard father who left my own daughter overseas and ignored it... Seriously, I don't feel like I'm in a position to blame her. The blood ties weren't enough to make me a good father, and I even thought that Delia might be with that damn Flynn to get revenge on me... Revenge for my indifference to her. ”

The mighty undead of the Council of the Forgotten Kings bowed his head, and he said in a hoarse voice with some silence:

"Yes, I'm also at fault in the matter of Delia."

"But I caused it, you two."

After Berval finished speaking, Major General Cyrus, who sat in front of Tyrion and raised by Tylia from a young age, said that among the three fathers of Tyria, this girl has the deepest relationship with Cyrus, and he is more like Tyria's real father.

The Grand Knight of Kurtiras, who had followed Dai Lin, took off his helmet with some shame, revealing his old, weathered face, he died in the defense of Kurtiras, and was a powerful death knight who was resurrected by Tyrion himself, and after Dai Lin became the commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, Cyrus, who was originally unwilling to serve Tyrion, also rejoined the Dead Sea Fleet and became a captain.

Cyrus's voice was low and muddy, like the sea in a storm, and he picked up a bottle of rum, and after taking a dull sip of the bottle, he said to Tyrion and Berval:

"Flynn, that's the child I grew up watching, he was an orphan born in Pelares, he liked to play with Tylia since he was a child, I thought it was a friendship between children, but I didn't expect that the relationship between them would be so deep... It will remain until now, and then blossom into the flowers of love, and bring such a bad result..."

"Gooooooo

Cyrus tilted his head and poured the rum in his hand into his mouth, and after a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head, and there was a hint of stubbornness in his tone:

"Since this matter started because of me, then I will end it with my own hands!"

"Lord Berval, High Lord, I assure you! Delia's future will not be affected by Flynn! I promise that they will go their separate ways and never interfere with each other again! ”

"Just I hope, Flynn... The boy had done some wrong things, but he had come out of the mire of sin. ”

Major General Sellers said in a sincere tone:

"I hope that he will not lose his future because of this incident, we are dark blades, we are not demons..."

"Of course!"

Tyrion glanced at Berval, who looked at him too, and after a few seconds, the High Lord reached out and tapped on the corner of the table, and he whispered:

"After all, we're not unreasonable... As long as Flynn makes the right choice, we will spare his life, Cyrus, you are also Delia's father, you treat her as your own daughter, believe me, I and Lord Bolval too, who doesn't want their daughter to be happy..."

"But the problem is, Cyrus, Flynn... He may not be "clean"! His encounter with Delia was too "coincidental", and for people like us, such a thing as coincidence must be accompanied by some conspiracy that has already begun to be carried out. ”

"Those girls... They indulge in that meaningless romance, always thinking that love is everything, but that thing is nothing! Does Tylia really know Flynn? No, she didn't know the man at all... That's the problem! ”

The Great Lord gritted his teeth, but finally said helplessly:

"Children will resent us for making decisions for them, they always think that they can make decisions, in fact they can't, wearing adult clothes does not mean that they have grown up, there are not so many beautiful and happy things in this world, I hope that they will eventually know one day that we are for their good, we will eliminate all bad options for them, they just need to go all the way and enjoy their happiness and life."

"Ah, I hope what happened to Delia will give Dornan and Vanessa a wake-up call, otherwise, I'll really have a headache in the future."

As he spoke, Tyrion turned his head to look at Dareen, who looked at the uninvited admiral, who distributed the three cigars to everyone in front of him, and then asked softly:

"What do you think? Your Excellency Dai Lin, you're here, don't you want to express your opinion? ”

The Sea Demon King did not answer immediately, but slowly lit a cigar cigarette, and as the smoke with a strange aroma rose, he leaned back in his comfortable chair, and he looked at the three dead spirits in front of him, three men, and three fathers, and he shrugged his shoulders and whispered:

"I'm here just to avoid choices that you might regret... Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, I have a daughter, I am from the past, and my grandson is about to be born. ”

"But for now, it seems that you don't need my advice, so I'll wait and see... And then, when necessary, as someone who has come before, I tell you what to do, and honestly, sometimes, you have to leave the choice to the children... I mean, sometimes, there are things that you can't decide. ”

While the Great Lord was discussing with the others, in Dornan's room, the little princess, who had been in a mess because of a quarrel with her parents and confinement, was sitting in a messy room where she had been beaten, and she let out angry shouts while gesturing with her fingers at the little ghost Yuna who was crouching in front of her, and Vanessa, who had slipped here at some point, shoved a note full of words into Yuna's hand.

The non-standard sign language and the words on the slip of paper conveyed a very important message to Yuna.

"Find Flynn!"

"Let him hide quickly! My mom took someone to get him! ”

"Go! Don't be impulsive! Tylia is safe now... But if he is caught, it's all over! ”

The little ghost, who had always looked confused before, became very smart at this moment, she made an OK gesture to Dornan and Vanessa, and jumped into the rift in the dead world, watching Yuna disappear, the two girls seemed to lose all their strength, and suddenly collapsed on their beds.

Dornan looked at the ceiling of the room with blank eyes, and Vanessa buried her head in Dornan's waist, the two grown girls were a little afraid of the gradual evolution of this matter, the result of development, but these messy questions surged in their minds, but could not get answers, Dornan, Vanessa, like girls of the same age, had fantasized about love, but now the strength of their parents, and the powerlessness brought by this action, made them finally cover their eyes helplessly.

Delia, Delia, that's all we can do for you...

"Dornan, Dornan, you say,"

Vanessa asked in a low, dejected voice:

"Is this our future?"

Dornan shook her head, she didn't know how to answer the question, but... The answer, perhaps the child also knows, is either not so exciting, or satisfying. 2k reading web