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Arthas knew that a simple stamp could touch the lives of thousands of people.

The little prince decided not to be so hasty, so he re-read the document until he was sure that it was all right, and then pressed his father's seal with relief.

King Terenus's desk and chair were very comfortable, but they clearly didn't fit well for Arthas.

Arthas could only move his chair forward, then struggled to lie on the table, continuing to look at his papers.

When Alsace takes matters of state seriously, Frost's Sorrow becomes boring.

The little magic sword swirled in front of his master, smiling, trying to attract his master's attention, but Arthas only coped with a few words, and continued to devote himself to the pile of papers.

Frostgrief pursed her mouth a little angrily, but soon, seeing the little magic sword that his master always frowned, he began to feel sorry for Arthas again.

The owner is so pitiful, he can't play with Xiaoshuang, but he still watches these boring things here......

- Frost Sorrow thought.

After a few moments, Frostmourn realized what she could do for Arthas.

"Master, you get up first!"

Frost Sorrow was beside Arthas, and said loudly.

"Huh? What the? Xiaoshuang, I'm busy, don't disturb me......"

Arthas looked up helplessly and said to Frost's Grief.

"Get up!"

Frost Sorrow insisted in a coquettish tone.

"Okay...... What are you going to do, Xiaoshuang? ”

Arthas reluctantly jumped out of his chair and asked in distress.

Frostgrief didn't answer, just bent down and moved the soft chair back, and sat on it.

"Xiaoshuang, don't make trouble, I still have to read these documents!"

Arthas said with a wry smile as he looked at Frost's sorrow.

"Xiaoshuang didn't make trouble! Master, you sit up! ”

Frost Sorrow patted her thigh seriously and said.

"Sit on?"

Arthas asked, surprised.

"Hmmm! Master, it's hard for you to sit like that, right? Then sit on Xiaoshuang's lap! That way, you'll be able to get the table, host! ”

Frost Sorrow said earnestly.

"Little Frost, you ......"

Arthas didn't know what to say, it turned out that Frost Grief only saw that his sitting posture was not very upright, and he was worried that he would not sit comfortably, so he would act as a "cushion" for himself.

"Alright, master, come up quickly!"

Seeing Arthas's hesitant appearance, Frost Sorrow couldn't help but pick up his master and place it on his lap.

"Master, you continue to read the documents, Xiaoshuang will be very well-behaved!"

Frost Grief billed Arthas.

"Hmm."

Arthas turned his head and glanced at Frost Sorrow gratefully, then leaned back slightly, using Frost Sorrow's soft twins/peaks as a backrest, and worked comfortably.

However, it soon became clear to Arthas that the "good" that Frost Sorrow said was not good at all!

Arthas was looking carefully at the papers, mostly letters from merchants and nobles to King Terenus, as well as reports from some of the lords of Lordaeron about what was happening in their realms.

And the Frost Sorrow, after the initial silence, began to cause trouble on the edge of Alsace.

Either Lala Alsace in the hair, or stabbing him in the back; What's more, Frost Sorrow even tried to put her cold little hand into Arthas's pants.

"Frost, you ......"

Although Arthas tried to stop Frostmourn's strange behavior several times, the creature just stuck out his tongue, then went quiet for a while, and then reverted to his old ways.

Not to mention the Frost Sorrow and Arthas's noisy arguing in King Terenus's chair, what is it about this lord of Lordaeron that needs to be dealt with so urgently?

After leaving his study, King Terenus walked through a long corridor and came to a small balcony on the second floor of the palace, surrounded by several guards.

Here, there is a round table and two soft chairs, one of which already has an owner.

It was a lady, dressed in a gorgeous lilac robe, with silver-gray hair coiled around her head, and a mahogany staff topped with a sparkling pink gemstone on the edge of the round table.

The lady was a mage—if Arthas had been there, he would have recognized it as a female mage named Modra who had been beside Archmage Antonidas that day.

"You're here."

Modra was sipping a cup of black tea when she saw the figure of King Terenus, she gracefully put down the teacup in her hand and asked with a smile.

"Hmm."

King Terenus snorted and waved his hand, motioning for the guards to leave, giving the two of them plenty of personal space.

Then the master of Lordaeron sat opposite Archmage Modra; He first glanced at the woman opposite, then lowered his head, looked at the steaming black tea in front of him, and said nothing.

"I haven't seen you in so many years, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Archmage Modra's eyes flashed with annoyance, and then said in a strange tone.

Although the color of her hair indicates that the mage is no longer young, her demeanor and expression at the moment look no different from that of a girl.

"You...... Haven't you returned to Dalaran yet? ”

King Terenus asked in a low voice.

"No, Antonidas left first, and I ...... I still have some things to do. ”

Archmage Modra said.

"What's the matter? If there's anything I can do to help, I'll ......."

King Terenus said politely.

"I have something I want to say to someone."

Archmage Modra stared at King Terenus tightly, and though his head was bowed, His Majesty could feel the oppressive gaze coming from the other side.

"Who?"

King Terenus was silent for a moment, then asked.

"You know who I'm talking about, and you know that...... I want to say something. ”

Archmage Modra said pointedly.

"I ...... Those are in the past. ”

King Terenus was silent for a long time, and then his tone was full of helplessness and sighs.

"No, Terenus, none of that will pass, as long as you and I are alive, never."

Archmage Modra suddenly became a little excited, and there was a tremor in her voice.