When Diego and the others entered the Regent's office, the Duke was sitting at a large desk, reviewing a large stack of papers.

"Salute you, Lord Earl, and may the Light always be with you!" The two men stopped about four or five meters away from the table and saluted.

The Count said "um", but still read the papers without looking up, neither sat them down nor said anything to them, and just left them hanging there.

Diego stood there a little embarrassed, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake facing his teacher, waiting silently. Well, what else can be done? He turned his head and grimaced silently at the Night Elf, who rolled his eyes.

The Count was busy with his head down, and after about half an hour he raised his head.

"What do you think of what the people in the waiting room said?" He said expressionlessly.

"Won't you send someone to stop them?" Diego said with some surprise.

"Why stop it? Will their words really damage my honor? What is the point of pouring dirty water on me compared to having their resentment and anger turn into a riot? ”

"......" Diego was a little speechless, since you don't care, then what else can I say?

"I care more about the facts, especially about certain people, than these false slanders." The Duke of Berval straightened up, leaned back in the chair behind him, looked at the two men dissatisfiedly, and took a parchment scroll that was placed on his left hand side, and unfolded it.

The parchment was very long, as thick as a forearm when rolled. Diego craned his neck to see what was written on the paper, but it was so far away that he couldn't see anything.

"Look at where you went, Thunder Bluff, Orgrimmar, and the Undercity, if you hadn't finally come to the Plaguelands to help Tirio Fordin, I'd have thought you'd defected to the Horde!" The Count sneered loudly.

Although the Horde and the Alliance entered a brief period of peace after joining forces in Mount Hyjal and defeating the Burning Legion led by Akmund, with the joint efforts of Thrall and Gianna, most of the top leaders on both sides still regarded each other as potential enemies, and they were all accumulating strength, waiting to give each other a hard blow at any time. So when talking about each other, they are never polite.

"How so? They can't trust a human who has defected to the past! Diego said curtly.

"So if they trust you enough, you're really gone?" Berval keenly grasped the tail of his words.

"Of course not!" Diego hurriedly explained, "I once swore in front of King Anduin, oh no, the prince, that I would be loyal to the king, loyal to Stormwind, and never betray! I'm sure that your parchment must have said something like this: I've never done anything to be sorry for the League, have I? ”

He was telling the truth, and Bowall's face softened a little, but he still didn't look like he was going to let go of the little slippery head easily.

"If you do that, will you still have a chance to stand in front of me?" The Duke threw the parchment back on the table, and tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, "It's really hard for me to understand, an earl, don't take good care of his territory, don't do his job all day long, run around the world, why?" ”

Diego couldn't have told the truth: "The world is so big, I want to see it!" Although he really thought so. But if he did, Berval would have tossed the heavy parchment in his face.

"Maybe it's my personality, it's hard for me to stay in one place all the time, it's going to drive me crazy." He said expectantly.

The Count looked at him hatefully, and then threw the parchment roll over.

"Take it back and see! Then go back to your territory, reorganize, and be ready to head south to the Valley of Thorns to support Zur Grub in the battle! ”

"Huh? How? Could it be that something is wrong with the war on the front line? Diego said in shock.

"No, it's just a rainy day, in short, you have to be ready to go to war at any time."

"Oh, I will." Diego nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Just as he was about to face Bolval's next scolding, the Duke leaned back in his chair a little tiredly, his eyes slightly closed, and waved his hand outside.

"Is this to drive us away? That's it? Just as Diego was in a state of panic and thought, the attendant standing next to him walked up and made a gesture of invitation.

Diego saluted the count with relief and followed his attendants out of the palace.

To be honest, Diego was still a little unsatisfied, and felt that there was still a lot to say to the Duke of Berval. Because of Marshal Wendsall's relationship, the Duke of Berval was not like a superior nobleman to him, but more like a stern elder many times. He never felt like a "saint" or an earl in front of this old man.

Returning to the Golden Barrel Inn, Diego immediately opened the parchment roll thrown by Duke Berval and looked at it.

As Diego had guessed, the parchment was an intelligence dossier provided by MI7 and served as a memo documenting his trip. From the moment he left the Dust Swamp, whether it was in Thunder Bluff, the Undercity, or Orgrimmar, Diego's words and deeds, who he met, what he said, what he did, even what taverns he frequented and what kind of wine he liked to drink, this dossier is clearly recorded.

To be honest, looking at it, Diego suddenly felt a burst of creeping, and he was completely stunned by the amazing energy of MI7. You know, like Thunder Bluff or Orgrimmar, there is not a single human inhabitant there, how did they get in? However, Diego was quick to reassure that there were too many ways to change a person's appearance in a magical world - magical charms, alchemy potions, enchanted clothing, and even certain foods or alcohol.

In the second half of the parchment scroll, many events that happened in the Tsukixi Collar are also recorded. In the more than a year since he left, MI7 has covertly captured dozens of spies, spies and instigators in the town of Moon Creek and the port of Long Beach. Obviously, more than one group of people are staring at this emerging territory, if it weren't for MI7 cutting off a few black hands that stretched out one after another, maybe the Eryue Creek Leader would have already changed owners.

However, according to this record, the Big Four of Long Beach Harbor appointed by Diego have all passed the test of loyalty and have not been co-opted and corrupted by anyone, even the fleet commander Phil Laren, who finally joined the territory, was not moved, of course, this may also have something to do with the fact that he has been floating on the water all year round, and those with ill intentions have nowhere to speak.

As Diego flipped through the file, Masrae, who was sitting across the table, suddenly lowered his glass. The Night Elf had no interest in the parchment at all, it just occurred to him something.

"Do you remember what your territory was like, Diego?" He said with some melancholy, "I've forgotten what happened to my jungle and how the trees are growing. How are the animals reproducing? Has anyone been poached? ”

"Don't worry, Harry Bogard's escort will take care of them." Diego said with a smile, but he was also infected by the sudden melancholy of the Night Elves, yes, how is my territory developing now?