"Your Royal Highness?"

With Bridget Abydis' crisp voice, the drunk man on the ground let out a strange cold snort. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was only then that Jon discovered that the drunkard lying on the ground was actually Arthas Minethiel, Prince of Lordaeron.

It was a somewhat unbelievable thing that the dignified Prince of Lordaeron, the pride of the Silver Hand, lay in the middle of the road of Dalaran like the worst drunkard.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Bridget asked cautiously.

Without any echo, the pale golden light began to condense in the girl's hands, and she tried to use the holy light to awaken the drunken prince.

Arthas suddenly rolled over, and then began to vomit violently.

Fortunately, the girl dodged in time, otherwise she would have suffered.

Smelling the strong smell of wine in the air, Bridget frowned and said, "Jon, come and help, and lift His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

No response.

"Jon......"

Bridget grabbed Jon's hand, and said in some surprise, "Strange, why are your hands so cold." ”

The expression on Jon's face was extremely solemn, and he seemed to hesitate about something.

"Your Highness, where have you been?" A loud tenor voice was heard in the distance.

Bridget's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly waved her hand in the direction of the voice, and at the same time shouted loudly: "This way, over here!" ”

Jon Mills frowned slightly.

Hearing Bridget's voice, two knights rushed over panting, and Jon could recognize them as two of Arthas's two personal attendants, Faric and Marvion.

"Oh my God, it's His Royal Highness the Prince!" Faric covered his mouth in surprise.

And Mavien rushed directly to Arthas's side, hugged him, and asked with concern: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you, why are you covered in alcohol?" ”

"I'm so thirsty, bring me another bucket of Alterac brandy!" Arthas was still drunk, shouting unconsciously at a high level.

Mavien didn't care about the disgusting vomit around Arthas, and directly carried the half-drunk prince on his back, and said at the same time: "Your Highness, bear with me for a while, I will take you back to the hotel immediately, drink two glasses of sour plum juice, and you will wake up!" ”

Farrick walked over to Jon and Bridget, who he recognized as "Thank you, Miss Abydis, and ......"

"Jon Mills!"

"Yes, and Mr. Mills! Thanks to you, we were able to find His Royal Highness! There was a look of gratitude on Faric's face.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with him?" With some hesitation, Bridget asked.

Seeing her idol suddenly become a drunk, she doesn't feel very comfortable.

Faric sighed: "I don't know, probably a few days ago, His Highness returned to the inn with a lost look, and then he often drank heavily, and at first we were able to stop it, and then he even secretly avoided us, and then ran to the tavern...... Your Highness, he wasn't such a person before, what the hell happened......"

Jon and Bridget were also confused.

"Both, please help us keep this matter a secret, if it gets out, it will go against Lordaeron's prestige!" Farrick said with some seriousness.

"Okay!" Bridget nodded.

"Faric, let's go, I can't carry Your Highness alone!" From the side, there was a shout from Marvion.

"Farewell!" Faric nodded lightly and walked away quickly.

Bridget and Jon picked up their bags again and headed towards the "Urgent Your Needs" hospital.

"Jon, why do I think you're a little weird today?"

"Nope!" Jon frowned and quickly denied it.

……

The next morning, at Dalaran's platform of Crassus, Jon and Bridget were in the crowd.

A diminutive goblin, holding a megaphone that was somewhat exaggerated in size compared to his size, shuttled through the crowd and shouted at the same time, "The airship bound for Lordaeron will arrive in Dalaran in ten minutes, so get ready!" ”

"Miss Olisara, we're leaving!" Bridget glanced at the elf who had come to see her off, and at the same time put down her luggage and gave her a hug: "I hope to have a chance to see you in the future!" ”

Olisara kindly pasted Bridget's face: "There's definitely going to be a chance, dear Bridget." ”

Jon stood there watching the two women say goodbye, and in a matter of days they had become friends.

"Mr. Mills, Miss Abydis!"

Arthas-Mineshir appeared on the Crassus platform, his forehead a little blue, but his face had returned to normal. The two squires, Pharik and Marvion, followed him from a distance.

"Your Highness......" Jon and Bridget hurriedly saluted the prince.

Arthas held them up, "Faric told me what happened last night, so I would like to thank you both from the bottom of my heart!" ”

Jon and Bridget hurriedly excused themselves.

Looking at the sincere Prince of Arthas, Bridget couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, can you ask, why do you drink so much wine after doing it?" ”

"This ......" Arthas was a little speechless for a moment, and only then replied in a half-loud voice: "I have encountered something unhappy......

Looking at Alsace with a sad face, Bridget closed her mouth in understanding.

"Mr. Mills......" another voice came from the crowd.

Seeing the owner of the voice, Jon was a little surprised: "Miss Proudmoore? ”

Hearing the voice, Arthas's face changed slightly, but he deliberately turned his back to the owner of the voice.

Gianna also saw His Royal Highness the prince with his back to her, so she stopped in the middle of her words.

"Why are you here, Miss Proudmoore?" Bridget asked, a little unkindly.

Gianna ignored Bridget, but walked directly to Jon's side: "You're leaving, why don't you tell me, you promised me to go to Pig and Whistle for a drink before......"

Feeling the chill behind him, Jon was a little embarrassed. It seems that the relationship between herself and Gianna is just barely an ordinary friend, and it is not as close as her tone suggests.

"Mr. Mills has injuries on his body, so he can't drink during this time!" Miss Olisara's voice came from the side, just in time to clear Jon's siege.

"Okay!" Gianna smiled slightly and looked into Jon's eyes: "Since I am saying goodbye today, I can only hope that I will have the opportunity to work with you with Mr. Mills in the future." ”

"That's what I thought too!" Jon nodded politely.

Then, out of the blue, Gianna walked up to Jon and gave him a hug.

Jon Millston felt the expression on his face petrify.

Alsace, with his back to this, seemed to have seen nothing, and did not react at all.

Fortunately, the rumbling goblin airship landed and relieved Jon.

"Guys then, take your leave, and I hope to see you again in the future......" Jon fled into the airship as if he had fled.

Gianna's eyes did not look at the airship, but at the figure of the prince who had been facing away from her, and there was indescribable disappointment written on her face.

……

"Pain Pain Pain ......"

Jon, who was on the airship, grabbed his waist and jumped straight from his seat.

"Brie, can you do it lightly!" He pleaded.

"Jon Mills, you have to give me an explanation!" The tigress beside her said viciously.

Jon cried and said, "There's really nothing, and I don't know why this is happening today." ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Bridget covered her ear with one hand.

"Enough! Stop arguing! ”

An angry shout interrupted the argument between the two, and Jon and Bridget realized that there was another person in the airship's private room.

This is a middle-aged man, his whole body, including his face, is tightly wrapped in a black cloak, which looks a little mysterious.

Jon's face became a little solemn, and the middle-aged man's angry shout before made him feel a chill to his bones.

Bridget glanced at the middle-aged man apologetically, and quickly explained: "I'm really sorry sir, we didn't find out about your existence, and we will rein in after that!" ”

Glaring at Jon slightly, Bridget returned to her place.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and closed his eyes.

Only then did Jon realize that on the shoulders of the middle-aged man, there was a black-tailed white cat lazily lying on it.