"You're trying to ask...... Am I Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron? Minahill? ”

Arthas looked at the embarrassed Baron Sivalenne and asked helplessly.

"Yes...... Yes......"

Baron Sivalene nodded and stammered in reply.

Just a quarter of an hour earlier, a guard had reported to the Baron, who was enjoying lunch in the castle, that several guests had suddenly arrived.

When Baron Sivalenne asked about the identity of the guest, the guard's face became hesitant, and then he whispered a name that caused the Baron to slip off his chair.

"Arthas? Minethil, Lord Baron, the man said he was our Prince. ”

The guard replied.

When Baron Sivalenne hurriedly changed into his most formal clothes to greet His Royal Highness, his wife gently reminded him that he needed to confirm His Royal Highness's identity.

After all, in this remote place, posing as a relative of a big man from the royal city can indeed bring some thugs a lot of money - of course, no one has ever dared to pretend to be royal.

Sivalene listened to his wife, but when he saw Arthas and the two splendid carriages, and the four beautiful ladies, including two high elves, he felt that even if the prince were a hypocrite, his identity and wealth must be within his reach.

"No matter how many times you ask, Baron Sivalen. My answer is the same...... But I'm sure you don't have any way to verify my identity, so you might as well take it as a real thing, anyway, I'm here for the purpose of it. It has nothing to do with who I am. ”

Arthas shook his head, turned and beckoned to Gianna, motioning for her to come to him.

"But, Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, why are you here...... I remember that I had already paid my taxes last year...... With the Holy Light above, there won't be any difference, right? ”

Baron Sivalen, who had long forgotten his wife's reminder, instinctively recognized Arthas's identity. Then suspect this prince, His Royal Highness...... He came to urge himself to pay his taxes.

"Holy light above, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace, if anything is wrong. That must have been our clerk doing something out of it...... It has absolutely nothing to do with my husband, so I'm going to have someone arrest him and torture him......"

Apparently, Baroness Sylvaleen also believed in Arthas's identity, and the somewhat clever fat lady had already figured out a way to exonerate her husband.

"Stop! I'm here for nothing to do with your taxes...... Listen to me. This is from Dalaran. Gianna, who is now serving as a court mage in my father's palace? Ms. Proudmoore, she's been ordered here on a secret mission, and you're ...... You have to cooperate with everything, you know? ”

Arthas introduced Gianna to two small country nobles with flustered faces, and said in a slightly harsh tone.

"Yes, yes, I see, Master Gianna......"

Baron Sylvalen nodded hurriedly in salute Gianna - in such a backwooded country, it was difficult to tell which was more rare, a mage or a royal family. But now they were in front of the castle.

"Well, this is my fiancée, Frost. The two are Ms. Winlessa and Ms. Sylvanas from Quel'Salas...... Baron Sivalen, tell your servants to prepare the food and the guest rooms, we may have to stay here for a while. ”

Arthas ordered - too much politeness with Baron Sivalen's family would lead to unnecessary trouble.

"It's our pleasure, go, you idiot!"

Before her husband could react, Baroness Sylvalen had already answered Arthas with a smile on her face, and then turned her head and shouted at the equally surprised servants.

……

"Gianna, honestly, I think it's unpalatable here."

At Baron Sivalen's table, Winlesa looked at the food on her plate in embarrassment, holding a knife and fork, and then whispered to Gianna, who was sitting next to her.

"Of course, the chefs here can't compare to the chefs in Kalia! And I doubt that there will be a special chef in such a poor castle. ”

Gianna was from an aristocratic background after all, and knew more about the lives of these small country nobles than Winlessa, she pouted and agreed.

"Do you have any plans for your mission, Gianna?"

Sylvanas put down her knife and fork early—she would rather eat the food that Aurelia had prepared for them in Lordaeron's palace than the thin, woody old hen at the table, which was said to have been prepared by the Baroness for her guests.

"Yes, according to intelligence, Arugao will attack in three days, and my mission is to prepare a portal magic circle here and stop Arugao while he executes his plan in advance."

Gianna replied hastily - she admired Winlessa's two sisters; Especially Sylvanas, Gianna felt that it would be nice if she had the strength of Sylvanas - of course, this strength was in the presence of Arthas.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, is this your fiancée? That is, our future king...... Her Majesty? The light is above, she is so beautiful, her eyes are like ...... Oops! ”

Baron Sivalen, sitting beside Arthas, was about to speak a word of praise to their future queen, His Majesty, the sorrow of frost, when his own wife twisted his thigh fiercely.

"Shut up, you idiot, you're going to mess up."

Baroness Sylvalen scolded her husband viciously, then looked up and smiled at Arthas and Frost Sorrow.

"I'm so sorry, Your Royal Highness Prince Alsace, my husband has never seen such a beauty as your fiancée, so he is a little out of shape, please forgive me."

Compared to her husband, Baroness Sylvaline's appearance was much more decent; While she entertained Arthas, she secretly cursed Baron Sivalenne in her heart.

- Praise of his female companion in the presence of His Royal Highness the Prince, such a thing can happen at a ball in the palace of Lordaeron, but it is definitely not spoken by a petty nobleman of such status as himself and his husband.

"It's all right, ma'am. What I want to know more than that...... Recently, has anything strange happened on our border with the Kingdom of Gilneys? ”

Arthas put down his glass—because Baron Sivalen's wine was so poor that Arthas had to ask his servant to get him a glass of water, but it smelled musty. (To be continued......)