The elves on both sides of the street stretched out their hands as if they were about to grab something and cheered at Shane, and the noise was like boiling seawater.

There are also people similar to the star-chasing clan in the elven society, and there are more than one shout of "Master Shane, I want to marry you", and there are even groups of three or five who want to attack the guards.

Hadurun-Brightwing rode through the frame window and assumed the pose of a guard, commanding his men to block the impulsive ladies.

"I've heard that the women of Silver Moon City have been warned: don't attack you. But in fact, the charm of the lord outweighs the danger in the warning, so that some female elves are desperate to want moths to put out the fire, even if they are looked at so much, they will feel happy strength," he said to Shane teasingly.

"But because of Lady Sylvanas and Lady Wenressa, our master does not dare to cross the thunder pool under good conditions." The latter sentence Haduron said into the air.

"Haduron," Shane replied, "I remember someone being glared at by Sylvanas, shrinking in a circle, and then slipping away. ”

"Hm~" Hadurun-Mingyi sneered and stopped talking.

"Ahem" At this time, Salares coughed, vaguely asking the lord and the Haduron to pay attention to the impact.

So Shane stopped talking, the loyalty of his subordinates and the affection of his friends are both valuable assets, and it is commendable that his affection has not changed with his status.

It took half an hour for the procession to gallop through the streets of Silvermoon City. Shane's team reached the hundred-step staircase.

After getting out of the carriage, he walked up the steps alone, not as emotionally as he had last year, he walked to the top of the steps step by step, and then turned his head and waved to the people below. Looking at the elves cheering lively, I suddenly felt that power was a very boring thing. Those below the power see it as nectar, and those above the power see it as the same.

'Azeroth is a world of supernatural powers, I can't afford to lose my roots,' Shane warned himself, before turning and walking into the council.

"Master Shane, please"

The one who led the way was the same one last year, and Shane remembered what he was. But the seats are not last year's seats. Sean sat down to the left of his mentor, one seat away from the throne.

His Majesty nodded to Shane with a blank expression.

"Shane" the mentor whispered to him at this time, looking at the corners of the mentor's eyebrows, something good happened. "I've helped with the Windranger affair, and it's all safe. It will be announced after the dinner of the landing festival. ”

"Thank you, mentor." Shane is looking forward to thanks, and it seems that his single life is coming to an end. In retrospect, his relationship with Sylvanas and Wenresa was not vigorous, and if it was not love on that basis, Shane had to teach the speaker to learn to brainstorm. It is important to know that the feelings that are integrated into life last longer than the impulses of the moment.

"User, this device estimates: After marriage, the power of your Big Hand series spells will drop by ten percent."

Shane wanted to cover his face. It's not for the eye of truth, but for the fact that he actually understands in seconds and wants to cover his face, although it doesn't say anything. But in the face of his mentor, Sean forcibly maintained a normal expression.

"Shane, distracted?"

"Mentor, I just thought of something else," Sean said apologetically, suppressing the Eye of Truth in his head and yelling, 'Shut up'.

"If I were in your place, I would have thought of something else," the mentor smiled at Sean cryptically, "You know, I don't need to say it explicitly." ”

Yes. Shane's mood was indeed back to when he had been younger, and the anxious anticipation filled his heart.

As he spoke, another council member entered, following him, and the rest of the council quickly arrived. As the hall doors close, the meeting begins.

Sean listened to them without saying a word, and this year's meeting was particularly dull, far less lively than last year's group questioning Sean. The elves who do not have the right to speak are not high, but the elves who should speak are recuperating from injuries; The elves who speak are high-powered, but the powerful ones are silent.

The process of the meeting was shorter than last year, and each proposal was extremely efficient. The back-and-forth is almost non-existent. It was only on the suggestion to strengthen diplomatic relations with the Hinterland Barbarian Hammer Dwarves that Shane and the Council stepped down, after suggesting that if you dared to veto my bill, I would reject your bill. Shane's proposal passed without incident.

"It's very efficient, because someone has been taught by me, and they are afraid that it will be their turn, so hurry up and pass, so as not to have long nights and dreams, and lose profits" Shane speculated maliciously. Watch them rush to dominate the whole meeting with the rhythm of protecting interests.

Peace is the greatest enjoyment of the elves, the squalid infighting, the decadent enjoyment is covered with a curtain of shame in its name, and a few elves look at the crisis as a whole, but none of them see it as specific as Shane.

The meeting is over, the elf carnival is about to begin, and Shane is already the chief ** officer of Quel'Salas, and will officially take over the legal department after the festival.

"Congratulations, Chief Master Judge Shane - Mr. Dawnblade"

The two Windranger sisters greeted Shane at the bottom of the steps. Two tall and beautiful elves, and powerful rangers, they are in the middle between one left and one right, and their momentum is released. He spoke as he looked at Shane, but the blue afterglow glanced sharply around. On the outside of the guard, the other female elves were swept away by the momentum of the two sisters' protection, and they were much quieter in an instant.

Only women understand the meaning of that momentum, and crossing the line will cause war.

"Mr. Shane-Dawnblade, can I hide you" Sylvanas joked happily, "I'm proud of my man's popularity, but please understand a woman's little exclusivity." ”

Wen Resa blocked Shane's side with practical actions, blocking the hot eyes of the female elves over there, she wanted to build a protective wall, and no more female elves could be allowed to enter.

"I won't like other elves," Shane assured.

"Humph! Words are beautiful, but actions are still needed," Sylvanas snorted softly, but anyone could feel his pleasure. "It's not convenient to talk here, you go first, we'll see you at the party"

"See you at the party," Shane said goodbye.

The two sisters let out a sigh as they watched him get onto the frame, and Sylvanas said a few words to Hadurun-Mingyi, who nodded honestly.

Shane inquired curiously, Haduron was saying that I would be well guarded or something, and Sylvanas nodded in satisfaction and let him take command of the team.

"Where are we going? Go back to your mentor's tower? The procession drove out of Parliament Square, and Haduron consulted with Shane.

"Let's go to the legal department"

"Obedience"

The team turned a corner, and the riser ran through the big downside of the east and west, turning towards the legal department.

In order to show the majesty of the law to Ping, a huge male statue holding a sword and shield in front of the Ministry of Justice complex looked down indifferently at the elves of the past. "The law is the most advantageous sword and shield to protect the country," these lines are engraved on its pedestal.

"But it takes unrivaled power to uphold the law," said Shane, who reached out and carved a row of small words on the heel of the statue, and his men did not know what he had done, but thought that he had made an animated work. Shane wanted to express that unless every letter and word of the law itself has the power to destroy the world, then the law is ultimately at the service of those who make it. It's good to think about this concept, and you don't need to tell outsiders.

After standing under the statue for a moment, the procession entered the interior. Every corner of the department seemed empty, and there was not a single elf left except for their group of newcomers. It is not surprising that the Morning Walker's transfer of the legal department's family is expected, but it is unexpected that he can't even see a chapter of paper.

"My lord, I went to see, there is no one in the garrison of the legal army, the morning walker has done a thorough job" Haduron turned around and returned to Shane to report.

"Master, the archives are empty," said Elecy, the clerk, as she looked back.

Brain drain is nothing, Dawnblade has a large number of talents to use, and the disappearance of legal files accumulated over the years is the most important thing.

"Forget it," Shane waved his hand, "They're gone, all of them use our people, and the clear spring water is easier to enter than the well water that is flooded with sediment." There's nothing to see, let's go back. ”

The procession hurried back and forth back to the Mentor's tower. The Mentor is not there, and the guard says that he went to the Dawnblade's mansion in Silvermoon City to prepare for the Landing Festival dinner.

"Love is war, yes, all you don't have to have armor, but also weapons, my good sisters only wear his mask when they see me."

The Windranger's mansion has a female elf eager to try it. (To be continued.) )