As the hours passed, the night grew darker. The book-chasing customers who had to come from the fort dispersed contentedly, and the lucrative merchants in the camp began to close their stalls.

Diego washed up and was about to sleep. Camping in the wilderness could never be as comfortable as he could ever expect, and his sleeping place was nothing more than a wolfskin mat and a marching blanket.

But just then, the curtain of Diego's tent was knocked several times, making a fluffy sound.

"Your Excellency, a gentleman baron has asked to visit you." Bart? Leiby reported from outside the door.

"Please come in." Diego said as he stood up from a travel stool.

Bart? Lebi opened the curtain and walked in, stooped and saluted, then dodged to the side, revealing a young man in his twenties dressed as an officer standing behind him. He had a handsome face, but he was strong, and he looked broad-shouldered and tall. He wore a leather tunic with cuirass indentations, and a belt strung with a copper clasp, under which hung a noble sword encrusted with green gems.

"This is Baron Rainier, the vice-captain of the Westspring Fortress, and he has come to visit you."

"Hats off to you, to the legendary exploits you have built in Stormwind!" The young man stepped forward and saluted with admiration, to be honest, it had only been a few months before what had happened in Stormwind had already been sung by the bards. Not only the larger towns, but even the backwoods like the West Springs Fortress already knew about it.

"For the glory of the king!" Diego hurriedly replied. From the officer's elegant and polite demeanor, it can be seen that this is a well-educated man, probably from a noble family. To be honest, these days, there are not many children of the nobility who have the courage to take on military positions. In the Orc War, the heavy casualties of the noble children have frightened many people.

"Please don't be too polite, you can think of this as a normal visit between nobles. I'm sure there must be a lot of nobles in Stormwind who are eager to visit you, right? Vice Captain Rainier said politely.

"In fact, they all wanted to kill me. Because I drove out the countess, and drove out their greatest supporter. Diego laughed to himself as he walked over to the bag containing supplies, rummaging through it. Sit down and want something to drink, Mr. Rainier? ”

"Call me Steven, Rainier is just my last name." Rainier said with a smile, he didn't seem to have much affection for the nobles of the Senate either. "Only the old men of the Senate who have no sense of honor think that a true nobleman would never be in the same league as those shameless people who only see profit in their eyes."

Diego was absentmindedly rummaging through a pile of bags, but he was actually pondering the young nobleman's intentions. A simple visit? This sentence fools the hell!

"Are you looking for wine? I guess you can give this a try. Just then, he heard Nivelle speak.

Diego turned around to see Nivelle carrying a bottle of red wine, a low-alcohol and mild wine that was ideal for bedtime.

"Wow, that's good stuff." Diego exclaimed. He turned his head and looked at his attendant, "Alright, Bart, go get two wine glasses." ”

"One of the few items that the Nevelle family brought with them when they were forced to leave their territory is the Aged Dalaran Red Wine, which is said to have been made by magical apprentices with the addition of Dream Dust, I don't know if it's true." Just as we tear off the price tag off the outer packaging of a gift, Nivelle didn't say the price of the bottle.

But Diego is well aware of the value of this wine. As Nivelle said. This wine is really made with the dust of dreams, so it sells for up to fifty gold coins per bottle. But that's not all, it's important to note that the annual yield of the vineyards where this wine is made is limited. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

"Where is your family's territory?" Diego realizes that this is still the first nobleman to show him goodwill, but still a real nobleman with a territory.

"Raven Ridge." Neville said, pausing, looking a little sad, "at least until the evil energy radiating from Karazhan infiltrates and pollutes there."

Diego was creepy. He looked at Nivelle in horror, but the warm breath of the young man, the sadness in his eyes, and the ruddy and shiny skin all showed that he was a living person.

This made him wonder if Raven Ridge was located in the western part of the Twilight Forest region to the south, and a powerful necromancer had used the evil powers leaked from Karazan, the guardian of Medivan in the east, to summon countless ghouls and ghosts from the catacombs, turning it into a ghost town. No living person survives there, which is why Diego is terrified.

"Don't worry, I haven't been exposed to evil radiation, because I was born in Stormwind and I've never been back and forth to my family's domain, and in fact, I'm here to ask you for help." Neville calmly explained, it seemed that this was not the first time he had encountered such a reaction, "Ever since I heard about your heroic deeds, I have been waiting for the day when you will go to the territory and pass through here. ”

"What do you want me to do?"

"Help me get rid of that necromancer to reclaim the family territory."

"......" Diego didn't know what his reaction should be, was he honored, or scoffed? Although he was happy to help others, it was the first time he had seen such a righteous request to come to the door.

So Diego was silent. He groaned and looked at Neville, a young man who had not yet despaired of reality. Diego believes he was certainly not the first person he sought help, but it now appears that none of his previous efforts have been successful.

"What do you see in me?" Diego asked helplessly, he didn't know how this young man believed that he would definitely help him, did he have the aura of a saint on him?

"Good, kind, powerful, heroic......" Nivelle said quickly,

"Alright, alright," Diego hurriedly stopped him from speaking, feeling that the young man was speaking of a saint and not himself, "you are too gullible to believe rumors, in fact, I may not be as good as the legend says." ”

"Didn't you escort St. Reginade back to Stormwind? Didn't you help him drive out the black dragon? Could it be ......" The young man obviously couldn't tolerate anyone insulting his idol, not even the idol himself, he shouted excitedly.

"Shut up, Mr. Neville, if you keep shouting, I'm going to ask you to leave." Diego said sternly.

"Yes, Mr. Aznar." Neville said with some grievances.

"Why are you obsessed with reclaiming your territory? You know, that terrifying land now has no output except for moving rotting corpses and bone racks, and even if it is recovered, this territory will not bring you any benefits in a short period of time," Diego asked puzzled, he glanced at the young nobleman's exquisite costume, "And, in my opinion, your current economic situation is very good, as the captain of the Westspring Fortress......"

"It's the vice-captain!" Neville said stubbornly.

"Okay, it's the vice-captain, but even if it's the vice-captain, I believe that the generous annuity of this position will make you live well, and you don't need to risk fighting with a powerful necromancer to the death......"

"Do you remember the oath you took in front of the King's Sword when you were enthroned?" Steven? Neville interrupted Diego suddenly, and he looked at His Excellency the Viscount with a stern face, and his eyes were faintly revealing questions and accusations.

Diego looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he asked.

"I make a sacred oath before this sword! I swear allegiance to the kingdom of Stormwind, remembering loyalty and valor; I swear to shelter my people with justice and kindness; I vow to turn away from pride and greed, and to keep the law and glory; I vow to be kind to my friends and brothers, and to be humble and honest! I hereby make this vow to defend it with my life and blood! ”

Neville recited sonorously, his eyes filled with mockery of Diego. Diego opened his mouth to say something, but his words were unceremoniously choked in the throat of the young man.

"How long has it been since you made this vow? Have you forgotten the vows you made? What you may not know is that in the Twilight Forest, my people are in exile looking for shelter, and they are living under the clutches of werewolves and undead scourges, and my heart aches when I hear about their suffering! I knew I had to reclaim Raven Ridge and destroy that evil necromancer, because that was my duty and my mission! In my heart, a true nobleman should be able to abide by the glory of nobility, and should be able to protect his own people, instead of only knowing how to collect taxes! ”

Diego was a little ridiculous, he didn't understand how his temptation of the young man had turned into accusations and ridicule for himself. But he decided to forgive the young baron's offense.

"Well, listen, Steven, I'll help you reclaim the territory, but that will be after I settle my own troubles, do you understand?" Diego decided to help the young man, because he saw himself in this enthusiastic young nobleman, who was also working to reclaim his territory, who was also full of hope and enthusiasm, and who was also full of responsibility for his people.

But the young man apparently ignored the second half of his sentence, and he jumped up from his seat and shouted loudly.

"I knew, I knew you were going to help me, you were different from those indifferent senate nobles, you were so compassionate, so ......"

Diego sighed helplessly again, but in the next moment, his face changed suddenly. (To be continued.) )