Am I hallucinating?

Simon could hardly believe his ears, and he asked word by word: "Prince Minethil of Lordaeron? Do you know what his name is? ”

"Terenus Minethir, what's wrong?"

Simon couldn't help but stroke his forehead. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What kind of world is this? Second fool, father, don't you stay in Lordaeron, why don't you come to Karazan to make a lot of fun......

Ryan won't talk about it, Karazan isn't far from Stormwind anyway.

But what do you want to make trouble with Tyrenus across most of the Eastern Kingdoms?

If Mr. Sa leans over Medivan wakes up, it will be a minute for the little finger to crush you and Ryan! As soon as the two princes here hang up, the seven kingdoms of the human race over there will be happy civil strife, and what kind of orcs do you need to recruit.

Wait a minute...... It's not really because of this, so the plot of the Dark Gate has been rewritten.

The more Simon thought about it, the more he was scared into a cold sweat by his own thoughts. He hurriedly asked, "Then do you know what he's here for?" ”

Silvie didn't understand Simon's concern, and she said in a slightly cheerful tone, "I heard that it was the alchemists of Lordaeron who have developed a new potion that may improve Master Medivan's condition. Therefore, His Royal Highness Minahir personally sent it over. Well...... If only it really worked. ”

"Why is Lordaeron so enthusiastic about Medivan's affairs?" Simon muttered to himself in confusion.

Sylvie seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong. "Master Medivan is the Guardian, the Guardian is guarding the whole of Azeroth, he has something to do now, and since Lordaeron has the means, of course he must also contribute."

"No, what I'm saying is that it's better to send a messenger for this kind of thing. Why do you want the prince to make a trip himself? ”

"Probably because it's important." Sylvie blinked. "And, perhaps, humans and elves have different customs. Human princes often go out to train before they ascend the throne. ”

"Oh, that's it......" Simon thought for a moment and decided to put the matter aside for now. It's coming anyway, and it's not something he can stop.

It is imperative to go to Alice to apologize.

I'm going to have to hang out in Karazan for a few more days. And Alice is also her own savior.

"I'd better accompany you to Alice." Simon suggested again: "Do you know where she might be? ”

Sylvie thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Alice's words...... Maybe go to the small garden. She loved the flame orchid there. ”

"So what are you waiting for? Let's go find her. ”

Sylvie hesitated. She clenched her hands tightly on her chest, and said worriedly, "I...... I can't go to the kind of place where I meet guests...... I...... I look ......"

Simon thought for a moment. "Since you said it's okay to walk around as me, then, if someone asks, just say that I asked you to show me the way."

Seeing that Sylvie was still a little hesitant, Simon stepped forward and pulled her up. "Don't think about it so much, just find Alice. You don't necessarily meet anyone. ”

Sylvie watched as Simon took her hand. Simon wasn't very rude, just holding her arm in long sleeves. But since she became like this, let alone touching, there are not many people talking to her. Sylvie felt the temperature in her arm and finally nodded.

"Then let's go."

Seeing that Sylvie agreed, Simon was overjoyed. With Sylvie by her side, she won't be so faceless when she apologizes to Alice.

With such joy in mind, Simon closed the door to Alice's humble bedroom.

The other hand held the doorknob, rotated, opened.

It's the same Karazan's room, but this one is different from Alice's room.

Tall floor-to-ceiling windows simply open to brighten up the room in natural light.

Because of the careful care of the walnut furniture, it only needs a little natural light to glow with a warm and lovely light, which makes people feel comfortable when they look at it. The fresh air of the tall trees rolled up the beige linen curtains and penetrated the room, causing the drooping edges of the delicately embroidered white tablecloth on the furniture to sway slightly.

A pair of feet in long riding boots rested unceremoniously on the desk, the dust of the heels rubbing a regrettable stain on the white fabric. But apparently the owner of the foot doesn't care about these details. He was very unseated, half-paralyzed, half-reclining in a large high-backed seat. I don't know how he used his force, but he forced the front feet of the heavy chair off the ground. The seat receded back, crumbling and balancing with only the two feet in the back.

"You're back later than planned." The black-haired young man, who was half-lying comfortably picking his nails with a knife, heard the sound of the door opening, and without raising his head, he complained dissatisfiedly but affectionately to Ryan, who pushed the door open. "Well, I guess, it can't be that Moros was caught, right?"

Ryan glanced at the other party's casual appearance and walked straight in front of him.

"Yes, yes!! I'm sorry for the slow movement! Lord Lothar. ”

It seemed that he was saying sorry in his mouth, but looking at Ryan's relaxed expression, he knew that he didn't take such a complaint to heart at all. As he spoke, he tossed the large pile of food in his arms to Lothar's feet on the table.

This movement made Anduin. Lothar subconsciously moved her leg for fear of being hit by something that Ryan had dropped. It's just that his movement, the delicate balance was immediately broken. The heavy backrest of the chair can no longer keep the feet supported. Lothar had to quickly retract her legs, bounce quickly before the chair fell to the ground, and held the chair down with her hand so that it didn't fall backwards.

"You did it on purpose." After doing all this smoothly, Lothar said affirmatively. He took the paper cutter he had just used to pick his nails and handed it to Ryan menacingly. "You bad-hearted fellow."

Ryan wouldn't care about the threat of his close friend's joke. He tapped his hand on the snow-white tablecloth on the gray-black marks of the heel of his riding boots, and looked sideways at Lothar with a smile but did not say a word. The stalemate lasted only two seconds, and Lothar had already lost the battle.

"Alright, alright. It's my fault. Lothar shook her head, her thick black hair fluttering slightly. But Lothar's eyes lit up as she swept over Ryan's pile of loot. He pointed to the extra stains on the tablecloth that had been stained by the unwashed food and smiled, "You see, it's not all my fault now!" ”

"That's because you've got it dirty, that's why I did it. Are you stupid? Ryan replied with a straight face.