Arthas has grown up, and now he is a prince who can protect himself, protect the country, and protect the people of the country.

――As she thought this, a smile of relief appeared on Karia's face.

After breakfast, Kaliatiyì and Gianna went to play in the garden; Although Gianna would love to have a more conversation with Arthas, Arthas must go to King Terenus's study.

During these six years, Arthas spent more and more time in King Terenus's study, and his father became more and more lazy.

No longer over-engaged in state affairs, King Terenus has not aged too significantly in the past six years, but it has been a pain for Arthas himself.

Even with the transformation of the Red Dragon Queen, Alsace is always full of energy, but in the face of the always piled up of letters and documents, Alsace can't help but have a headache.

Leaving Kalia's room, Arthas took the little magic sword Frost Grief to his father, King Terenus's study.

His Majesty disappeared as usual, and the royal guards of Lordaeron, who were in charge of guarding the door, opened the door to the study for Arthas.

This sunny room is always full of warm summer sunshine; Arthas sat down behind his desk and looked at the text on the desk, while Frost Sorrow obediently moved a small stool and sat down beside his master.

Not long after the Midsummer Festival, most of these texts were sent into the royal palace from all over Lordaeron.

I looked through a few parchment scrolls, and most of them were reports from large farmers and lords and nobles everywhere. After one glance, Arthas found it bored and couldn't help but yawn.

Last night I did "toss" with Frost's Sorrow until late. The spirit of Alsace was a little overwhelmed.

But even so, Arthas reluctantly pulled himself together and replied to the letters earnestly.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer letters on Alsace's left and more on his right.

Of course, His Royal Highness the Prince's eyelids became more and more heavy.

"Little Frost. Pour me a glass of water. ”

The quill pen in Alsace's hand did not stop writing, and said with his head down.

"Oh!"

Frost Sorrow quickly stood up and ran to the counter in the distance. He poured Alsace a glass of water from the silver kettle and trotted to his master.

"Hoo ......"

Gently taking a sip of the water that Frost Sorrow had handed him, Arthas stopped his work and stretched slightly.

"The hosts. Are you tired? Take a break, right? ”

Frost Sorrow blinked her lovely eyes. Said with concern.

"How's that going to work...... If you don't finish these things today, they will pile up even more tomorrow! ”

Arthas touched Frost's sad head and said helplessly - after all, it's all his father's fault, he can be lazy, but he ......

"That'...... Master, you rest for a while, Xiaoshuang will do the work for you, right? ”

Heard Alsace say this. Frost Sorrow tilted her head in thought, then volunteered.

"You're coming? Small frost. You're okay, right? ”

Arthas looked at Frost Sorrow with a suspicious gaze, not that he thought Frost Sorrow was stupid enough to do such a job, but ......

"Of course, Xiaoshuang has been watching here for a long time, master, don't worry, Xiaoshuang learns things quickly!"

Frost Sorrow patted his chest and said proudly.

The full/full double/peak jumping arc made Arthas's gaze froze slightly, he frowned and thought for a moment, and then nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, Frost. It's not a complicated thing, otherwise you can simply reply to me for a few words......"

Arthas said to Frost Sorrow.

"Understood, master!"

Frost Sorrow was glad to see that she was able to share Arthas's worries except in bed/on the bed, she said happily.

"But before that...... I'm going to test you first...... Well, you can take a look at these letters first, and then tell me how you want to reply. ”

Arthas pulled a few from the letter and handed it to Frostmourn.

"Okay, Xiaoshuang will look at it...... Well, the letter came from Andorhar, where the lord said that the crops on the farm were growing well, and that this year must be another good year. ”

Frostmourn flipped through the first letter before speaking to Arthas.

"And how are you going to reply?"

Arthas asked.

"Hmm...... Write it like this - what does your harvest have to do with Frost, who doesn't need to eat! ”

Frost Sorrow replied without thinking.

"How's that going to work! Those farmers wrote this letter with hope, hoping to get the royal family's commendation, how can you reply like this, Xiaoshuang! ”

Arthas was taken aback by Frost's sad words, and hurriedly preached to her.

"But Xiaoshuang doesn't need to eat......"

Frost Sorrow retorted a little unconvinced.

"Well, this next letter says that there is a gang of robbers near Stratholme's lumberyard, and that Stratholme's militia are not sure enough to encircle them, and I hope that the royal family will approve them to ask for help from Madnhold Castle in Hearthvale."

Frost Sorrow didn't wait for Arthas to say anything before she read another letter to herself.

"Oh? That's a big deal......"

Arthas frowned, silently thinking.

Even though most of the people of Lordaeron live happily and comfortably, there will always be some greedy people who take risks and become robbers or bandits.

Because most of the elite armed forces in the kingdom were concentrated in the control of the royal family, the soldiers under the other lords were mostly no different from the peasants with weapons.

So when faced with some fierce bandits, most of these militias have little chance of winning.

The soldiers of Hearthvale were an exception, as the ancestors of Alsace allowed the lords of Alsace to retain most of their army many years ago when they first made their submissions to the royal family of Lordaeron.

So to this day, Tirio? Fordin, the current owner of Manh Hold Castle in Hearth Valley, was a privateer in his family, though few in number, but particularly elite.

The town of Stratholme is not far from Fireplace Valley, so it's understandable that the mayor here would want to turn to Fireplace Valley for help.

Arthas was considering whether it would be better for the royal family to send troops directly, or it would be better for the Hearthvale to send troops nearby, and Frostmourn had already made his own judgment. (To be continued......)