Commander Sharpe quickly recognized the passengers on the Virgin, for the first person to disembark from the ship was a young man who had made a great impression on him, who had always stood in the front row near the coffin at the funeral of Marshal Reginard Windsor.

As a companion on the last leg of Wendthor's journey, the young man took part in the battle to drive out the Black Dragon, for which he was made a viscount, although it is said that he was later promoted to count for his outstanding performance in the dragon slaying battle in the Dust Swamp.

The commander did not meet the young upstart, but stood at a distance and looked at Diego as he came ashore. To be honest, he did not like this kind of communication between nobles, but although he was surprised by the rocketing speed of this young man's ascension, he never felt jealous of those who ate by real skills, because his own knighthood and official position were also exchanged for blood and sweat.

But then he focused his gaze on the guard behind the young earl, and could not take his eyes off it any longer. What attracted him was the high fighting spirit, fierce eyes, strong bodies, and excellent armor that were unique to these veterans. All these characteristics, he had only seen in the invincible alliance army back then, compared to them, the most elite royal guards in this kingdom now were like flowers that had never seen blood, perhaps well-trained, but not tested in actual combat, like a sharp sword that had not been quenched, more sharp, less tenacious.

"These are warriors who have been killed out of blood and fire!" He couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

"Look at it like this, they've been through more than one battle!" The adjutant said in agreement, he thought for a moment with some confusion, and then remembered where the young earl's fief was, "I haven't heard that there has been any trouble in the Western Wilderness recently, who is their enemy?" ”

"Graves, go tell him about the rules of the city!" Schape withdrew his envious gaze from the soldiers and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "Place them next to the harbor guard barracks, and let our idiots see what real warriors are!" ”

"Why me again?" The adjutant grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Are you going to let me go and salute a hairy boy?" The commander's eyes widened and he said unhappily. His title is the viscount, and according to aristocratic custom, when you see an earl, you have to take the initiative to salute.

"Okay, okay, my old face is worthless, I'm going to salute this hairy boy." Graves waved his hand and grumbled as he walked over to Diego, who was watching the Kodomon disembark.

"Salute to you, Lord Earl, to your prestige!"

Diego subconsciously looked back and saw a major in a blue lion robe looking at him with a smile. He looked to be in his fifties, with black hair, gentle eyes, and a thick beard neatly trimmed, and he looked like a man who was good at dealing with people.

Seeing Diego's surprised eyes, the major respectfully saluted him.

"I'm Graves, the adjutant of the Port Guard, and I have something to explain to you about your guard."

"Kudos to you, Major," Diego hurriedly replied, "but you seem to have mistaken something, I'm just a viscount." ”

"How long has it been since you've been in Stormwind to meet His Majesty?" Graves said with some surprise. However, for the nobles, there is no hard requirement for how often to meet His Majesty the King, especially in the chaotic era when King Varian disappeared a few years ago, some lords in remote areas, if there is no king's call, they will not even come to meet once in a few years, and Stormwind has never said anything, anyway, as long as you pay your taxes on time, who cares what you do in the territory? But with the return of the hard-line King Varian, this kind of thing is much less like this.

"Uh, this ......, I've been traveling around the continent of Kalimdor since the Battle of the Dust Swamp, and I just came back!" Diego explained with some embarrassment.

"I see, congratulations to you, after returning from the Dust Swamp, His Majesty announced the promotion of several men who had distinguished themselves in that war, and you were one of them." Graves smiled and said, "You're an earl now!" ”

"Wow, that's great news, and as a token of appreciation, if you have time, let's find a place to have a drink later?" Diego thanked him from the bottom of his heart, although he has no obsession with the title, but he is always happy to be promoted to a first-class title, isn't it?

"It's an honor!" Graves said happily. Thinking of Shap's angry appearance, he couldn't help but want to laugh. But before that, he hadn't forgotten the mission of his trip, "But before that, you have to set up your guards, and the city will not allow so many heavily armed soldiers to enter." ”

"Okay, I will." Diego nodded in understanding. As long as the ruler does not lose his head, no city will allow an armed company to enter.

"Maybe I can provide a decent place, there are a few vacant barracks next to the port guard, and you can place them there." Graves enthusiastically introduced.

"Wow, thank you so much!" Diego did not refuse the adjutant's kindness. In his opinion, Stormwind City is quite safe now, and as for some small calculations that may not be on the table, it would be good to tell Huffman to be careful later.

At this moment, the last war horse also stepped off the gangplank. After a long voyage at sea, these poor horses were suffocated, and one by one they looked wilted, and a few of them were even stretched, and they were sick and couldn't lift their spirits.

"It's going to take a few days to recover." Huffman walked over and said with some concern.

"It's simple, I'll mix them with some herbs, mix them in the grass, and promise to be good tomorrow." Masrae interjected. For the druids, treating sick animals couldn't be easier.

When they were all packed, they led the way to the barracks to the north.

"My lord, I'll be here for about three days, buying cargo, repairing the ship, and if you want to take the Virgin back to the Wild West, you can come to me at any time." Behind them, Captain Aubrey shouted loudly from the bow. It was almost twice as profitable to carry passengers as it was to transport goods, and the viscount, oh no, now the count, had always been very generous, the kind of passenger that all captains welcomed.

"Are you going into town today?" Graves walked and chatted with Diego.

"Yes, I must go to the palace and ask for an audience, lest His Majesty think that I am ignorant, and I have not thanked him for this promotion!" Diego said, but there were too many people who wanted to meet the king. His request was sent to the king in line, and then to the king's summons, sometimes even a week.

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, His Majesty the King has gone to the Valley of Thorns with his army, and now it's the Duke of Bowval who is acting regent in the palace!"

"What? Can you tell me about what's going on? Diego almost jumped in surprise. King Varian himself conquered the Valley of Thorns, and who else could make him so angry except for the trolls of Zulghrab?