In addition to the terrifying knocking on the door in the middle of the night, Taresa felt more and more that the other people in the castle looked at her family very strangely; She was even a little worried about whether Uncle Ruhl and his militia would ...... when they left

Taresa began to regret the decision she had made—she felt that maybe she shouldn't have buried Thrall's body.

But regret was useless, and Taresa knew that the best option for her family was to leave this place, to leave the castle, but - where to go?

Blackmore's master, though stingy and mean, would hardly pay his servants, but the Taressa family was at least well fed and had a place to live.

If you leave here...... Taresa didn't know how her family was going to survive; The more times like this came, the more she could not suppress the little hope in her heart - if His Royal Highness Prince Arthas remembered the agreement with his mother, if ......

However, at this moment, all the expectations became a reality; His Royal Highness the Prince of Alsace, who had not been seen for more than a month, miraculously appeared at Dunhold Castle, and then, in front of him, he personally said what he had come to do - he had come to take him away, to take him out of the castle of Dunhold, which had given birth to him, but now had no place for his family.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, are you telling the truth?" Taresha's shoulders trembled, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eye sockets, blurring her beautiful pale blue eyes; The little maid kept wiping the tears from her face with her hands, but she couldn't wipe them clean. Instead, it turned her pretty face into a dirty little flower cat.

"Fake." A cold voice suddenly interjected, interrupting Taresha's movements—it was happening so fast that the poor little maid forgot to wipe her tears. I could only stare blankly at what happened in front of me.

"It's fake, the master lied to you, he didn't take you away at all, and we didn't come here at all, it's all the illusion of a bad woman like you." Taresa heard the beautiful dark-haired lady who had suddenly appeared behind His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas say this.

Frost Sorrow felt that she was about to be exploded by the master's anger - the master was too much, what good was this woman who looked like Gianna? Why do you have to take her back to work as a maid for her master? Obviously, the owner already has a little frost!

Frost Grief huffed down and took one of Arthas's hands, turned his head and dragged his master into the hall. While thinking in his heart - if the master must need a maid, then let Xiaoshuang take the role!

Although Xiaoshuang can't cook, wash clothes, or do housework, Xiaoshuang looks prettier than this woman named "Taresha"! The figure is also better than her!

Most importantly. Xiaoshuang doesn't need to eat or drink water, and she doesn't need to pay for work, so she must be much better than this guy! - So the master only needs Xiaoshuang to be enough, and the maid doesn't need anything at all. This woman is called Taresha. Leave her to death!

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, Xiaoshuang!" Arthas resisted, grabbing the Frost Sorrow who was dragging him forward in a huff.

This action startled Arthas himself - was it a delusion? How do you feel that with the recent growth of your height, your strength has also increased a lot? If it were his previous self, he would definitely not be able to resist the power of Frost Sorrow - although the little magic sword would be very careful when dealing with himself and would not use too much force.

"Master!" Frostmourn didn't want to hurt Arthas, so he had to abandon his plan to forcibly pull his master away; The little magic sword changed his method and began to pretend to be pitiful. "Master don't care about this woman, will Xiaoshuang be your maid in the future?"

Arthas was amused by the Frost Grief. He forced a smile and said, "Xiaoshuang, don't mess around, Taresa is already very pitiful." And even if I return to Lordaeron, Taresa is not my maid, I want to send her to Sister Kalia. So Xiaoshuang, don't make a fuss! ”

Go to the master's sister...... Frost Sorrow breathed a sigh of relief - though she still didn't like that this Gianna-like woman would stay in the same palace as her master, Little Magic Sword was much more relieved now.

Seeing that Frost's Grief was no longer awkward, Arthas hurriedly returned to Taresha, who was still in a daze, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Taresha. It was Xiaoshuang who was messing around just now, you don't care about her. What I said before is true, I have come this time to take you away and let you work as a maid in the palace of Lordaeron. ”

"Really? His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas? Taresa asked pitifully—the little maid had been overfrightened after the interruption of Frost's sorrow.

"Really!" Arthas nodded sharply, sighing inwardly - seeing Taressa like this he knew that the maid had not had a good time in the days he had been away, especially after she had buried Thrall.

As soon as he saw Taresha's tears in her eyes, Arthas remembered the Taresa who had been in the same room with him and enjoyed delicious pastries in the original time stream.

At that time, Taresa was far more mature than she is now, and the years and tortures destroyed the innocence and innocence in her, but the moment she left the room......

Taresa claims to be a "good man", but she disappoints her, and the "good" prince ends up being the culprit for the destruction of the kingdom of Lordaeron; Now that he had started over, Arthas suddenly had an idea - at least he had to be worthy of Taresa in this time stream, and he should think of it as a kind of amendance for that Taressa!

"So...... His Royal Highness Prince Arthas......" Taresa whispered, wiping the tears of excitement from the corners of her eyes, "may I ...... Oh no, may you take my father and mother with you? ”

"Huh? What the? Taresha's voice was too small for Arthas to hear for a moment, and he asked suspiciously.

However, Arthas's simple action frightened Taresa - after a series of violent emotional fluctuations just now, the poor little maid had become a frightened bird, and she quickly took a step back, shaking her hands again and again: "No, no...... I know that such a request is too much, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace, but ...... So...... May I ask you how much I will be paid each week? ”

"Salary?" Arthas muttered to himself - he really didn't know how much the Princess's valet should be paid in the palace...... ...... per week A gold coin? Or a silver coin? (To be continued......)