"Great Lord! Grand Lord...... The Voyage is back! They brought news of Theramore! It's Gianna. Ms. Proudmoore's handwritten letter! ”

In the early morning, a hurried report came from outside the city of King Lordaeron. The messenger of the messenger came in high spirits and hurried at a hurried pace, carrying the insignia of the Order, and the guards along the way made way for him.

Under the watchful eyes of the deputies in astonishment and even disdain, the messenger rushed to the door of Ares' residence.

The paladin of the Order took the letter from the messenger and knocked on Ares' door.

"Your Excellency Ares, High Lord of Lordaeron and Head of the Knights of the Silver Hand......"

The moment he opened the letter, Ares couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, even though it was a pre-expected result, but the moment the words on the letter came into view, a faint sadness still lingered in Ares's heart. Gianna seems to have completely forgotten herself, and in her pen, she has completely become a representative, and she is also writing this letter from the standpoint of Theramore. The gentle whispers that once whispered in my ears have long since disappeared, and no trace can be found.

"For the sake of the future of Azeroth, for the longevity of the friendship between the two countries, and for the sake of closer ties between Karimdor and the eastern continent, on behalf of Theramore, I welcome this cooperation and the opening of trade between the two places."

Gianna's letter was written at the end. In the lower right corner, Ares clearly saw the signature - Gianna. Prodmoore.

A heavy sigh came from Ares' mouth.

Former lovers, now have no other intersection except diplomatic and political exchanges, and when a person is pushed to the burden of history, this is how it ends.

"With the help of Theramore and the trust of Ms. Gianna, the construction of Beiliu Port is meaningful, and it will become another Nanhai Town, another legend of wealth. What we are looking forward to, is about to come true! ”

On the day of the letter's harvest, Ares gave an impassioned speech at the town hall, however, for many nobles, this did not mean much. After all, Gianna only verbally promised to trade and reduce customs duties, but she did not provide any substantial assistance, did not pay a penny, and did not lend Lordaeron to support construction. Such help is equivalent to nothing, because it will take at least a year to build an ocean-going fleet, and another year to wait until this fleet can bring real income. The situation at sea is complex and volatile, and while the benefits are huge, the future is far away. This is also unconvincing for the aristocracy.

But they have no other way, their assets have been coaxed by Ares, and even semi-compulsory contributions to the state to support the construction of ports and roads in various places, and the promised benefits are far after three or five years, and the shortest benefits are also two years later. They don't want to argue too much, otherwise, no one knows if they will be the next Baltona.

……

The plebeian deputies were slightly agitated, while the nobles still looked very weak. I noticed that they were listless, they just had routine meetings, no new ideas were generated, and they didn't even bother to speak. ”

After the meeting, Whitemane caught up with Ares, muttering in his ear. Ares knew it, but thanked her for her dedication.

He smiled at her.

"Do you have any thoughts on this situation?"

Ares asked.

"Alas, there is no way but to convince others when the port is built and the ocean-going trading fleet generates substantial income."

Whitemane said with a frown. She walked beside Ares, just above Ares' shoulder. This scene was just like when I was in the Scarlet Monastery. Wherever Ares as the new High Lord went, Whitemayne went. The legendary weapon, once a symbol of his father's spirit and soul, was now in Ares' hands.

Ares also suddenly missed the old days. At that time, Gianna was still an ignorant silly white sweet. Even after experiencing the massacre of Stratholme, the fall of Arthas, and the fall of Dalaran, she still simply believes that the world is beautiful, as long as she works hard. And now, everything is different. Ares remembers the scene when Whitemane was squeezed into the library by herself and questioned, her eyes half skeptical, half trusting.

Many years have passed, and those years seem as far away as a lifetime.

"Whiteman, help me sort out the Order's income and expenditure into a table, and give it to me when it's ready."

Ares shook his mind from his memories and smiled at the Grand Prosecutor.

……

"I know about Theramore."

Two days later, at the headquarters of the Lordaeron Knights, Sylvanas appeared behind Ares at some point, still wearing the green cape, a tight-fitting corset cuirass, and long blond hair that went down to her waist.

She was always so light and silent when she walked, and Ares rarely noticed her around. If she doesn't say it.

"Hehe, what do you know? My dear. ”

As soon as he looked up from the pile of official documents, Ares' eyes met Sylvanas's. They have kissed, hugged, and saved each other's lives. Just one last step, when no one was in private, Ares called Sylvanas that. And Sylvanas seems to have accepted the title. She smiled, walked behind Ares, and wrapped a pair of light, slender arms around Ares' neck. He buried his head in Ares' shoulder, his long blonde hair spread out behind him. "I know I've heard from Gianna, who supports your plan and promises to give Lordaeron special customs duty-free."

Sylvanas whispered.

"It seems that she still has some affection for Lordaeron. I just don't know if it's the affection for my homeland or the affection for you? ”

Sylvanas then asked softly.

This made Ares a little embarrassed, everyone knew that the Grand Lord of Lordaeron had a leg with Gianna, the princess of Kul Tiras, if Sylvanas minded this...... Only......

"Maybe she's like us, just from a long-term perspective of national interests."

Ares looked back awkwardly and said.

"Don't worry, I won't mind your past with her. That's not what I'm talking about. I mean, we should probably go to Theramore and see her. After all, Gianna wasn't easy either. ”

Sylvanas said with a smile. This statement surprised Ares and returned to Theramore? I didn't even think about this idea, but Sylvanas is so "human"? In embarrassment, Ares smiled at Sylvanas.

"Okay, let's go."

He replied......