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"It's me, it's me!"

Archmage Modra pointed his hand to the tip of his nose as he said ostentatiously to King Terenus. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This ......"

King Terenus froze in place when he heard Arthas's words, not knowing what to say.

"What's the matter, father. Any questions? ”

Arthas asked with an innocent expression on his face.

"This ......"

King Terenus looked embarrassed, and it was hard to say that Archmage Modra was his "old love/person", right?

"I've learned, father, that Archmage Modra has a very high status in Dalaran and is a good person who has been praised by many mages. I think she is fully worthy of the name of this 'court mage', and she will definitely not tarnish the name of Minecil. ”

Arthas pretended to know nothing about what was going on between King Terenus and Archmage Modra, and said in all seriousness.

"But ......"

King Terenus looked at Archmage Modra's smug little face, and still felt that something was wrong.

"Nothing, Terenus! You see, here is your seal! This, this, and this...... Antonidas and the others have signed their names here, and this is their blessing for my new job, you don't want to go back, do you? ”

Archmage Modra said happily.

"Alright, Modra, then you stay......"

King Terenus rubbed his brow helplessly, then replied.

"Haha!"

Archmage Modra smiled happily as she found Arthas, as if she wanted to give him a high-five.

Arthas ignored Modra's actions with a blank face, but at the same time he scolded her inwardly for being a fool.

- Isn't this a clear revelation that he is complicit with her?

"Arthas, go back first! I still have something to say to Modra......"

King Terenus nodded to his son, and then spoke.

"Yes, father."

Arthas hurriedly left King Terenus's study with Frost Grief, and it was not until the door was closed that Arthas's face showed a prank-witted smile.

Haha, father, you gave me a trouble, then I will pay you back!

- Arthas thought happily.

Of course, Arthas didn't realize at this time that because of Archmage Modra's entanglement, King Terenus would only allocate more government affairs to him while he was tired of coping.

Arthas's act is nothing more than lifting a stone at his own feet!

But now, after listening to Arthas's narration, Calia, Wenlesa and the others all laughed happily one by one, and even Aurelia couldn't help but laugh a little.

"These Archmages of Modra are finally happy."

Kalia said with relief.

"Hmm...... What a joy it is to be with your beloved! ”

Wen Lesa said with emotion.

"What? Wen Lesa you ...... You won't be ......."

Sylvanas looked at Winlessa in surprise and asked inarticulately.

"Huh? No, no, I mean, I ......."

Wen Lesa didn't expect that she accidentally slipped her mouth, and her pretty face was flushed.

Winlessa's flawed behavior did not hide anything; Sylvanas turned her head to the side of her in disgust, just as Aurelia looked at her.

The two Windrunner sisters saw the worry in each other's eyes - who was the guy who had taken the heart of their little sister?

"By the way, Lady Aurelia, is your trip going well?"

After telling interesting things, Arthas began to ask about the things he cared about.

"Well, it's going well, although the news has reached over there, everyone there is quite calm, and they are all waiting for me to go back and make a decision."

Aurelia nodded and said with relief.

"Almost everyone is going to stay, little ghost, that's nearly a thousand, you have to take up your promise!"

Sylvanas said to Arthas that she had always felt that this hairless boy was not reliable.

"Well, we'll do our best. So, Lady Aurelia, have your companions returned to Lordaeron with you? ”

Arthas asked.

"Yes, they've come to Lordaeron in batches, staying where we were last staying. The supplies and supplies have been received for us, don't worry, Arthas. ”

Aurelia replied.

"Well, that's good......"

Arthas nodded, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by a noise.

"Hey, Paul, what's behind this?"

A crisp female voice came from outside the garden.

"This is the garden."

A somewhat reserved male voice replied.

"Garden? Okay, I'm going to go in and have a look! ”

The woman's voice was full of joy.

"That's not going to work, it's a place for the royal family to rest, we can't ...... Feed! Helena, hey! ”

The man's voice was full of anxiety, but it didn't seem like his blocking had any effect.

While Arthas was still surprised, a tall High Elf ranger ran recklessly into the garden, followed by a young, heavily armed human soldier.

In the palace of Lordaeron, apart from the members of the royal family, the only people who can wear armor and sword are the royal guards of Lordaeron, who have sworn allegiance to the Minethil family.

"You see, Paul, didn't we come in? Your guts are always so small, we are here to avoid the king's punishment, and if we are not free, we ......"

The High Elf Ranger turned his head as he lectured the human soldiers behind him, intending to take a good look at what the human king's garden was like.

Unexpectedly, this look made her dumbfounded.

"O'...... Aurelia? Sylvanas? Wen Lessa? ”

Helena asked, surprised.

"Hmph, Helena, what are you doing here? How could you get mixed up with a human man? ”

The one who is most concerned about this issue is naturally Sylvanas.

"Sister Helena, hello!"

The one who said hello obediently was naturally the weird Wen Lessa!

"Helena, come over to me! What did I tell you before? If you stay here, follow the rules! What are you running around in the palace? ”

Aurelia stood up and sternly lectured her men.

"I ...... I ......"

Helena was resigned, and she quietly looked back at Paul, hoping for some support.

But Paul was even more unbearable than Helena, and he stared blankly at Arthas and Kalia in front of him, and his thick lips began to tremble slightly.

"Her Royal Highness Prince Arthas, Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia! I...... I'm sorry, Helena didn't mean to, I didn't make it clear to her, that's why she ran in! It's all my fault! Punish me if you want to punish me! ”

Paul said aloud, but with a tremor in his voice, his words sounding a little uncoulding.