In fact, there is no need to think about it, Arthas also knows who the next VIP will be - among the people who attended the military meeting in the military camp in the southern part of the continent a few days ago, only King Solas of Riptide Fort has not yet arrived.

Sure enough, without letting Alsace wait, His Majesty, the king of the Stormgard Kingdom, soon appeared in the teleportation circle.

"Uncle Soras." Prince Danas stepped forward and nodded to King Solas.

"Oh, Danas, you're here." King Solas patted his nephew on the shoulder, "You've worked hard in the South. ”

"Nothing." Danas shook his head, then looked behind King Solas, his brow furrowed.

"Big Brother Soras!" Garin? Thorbain spoke enthusiastically to his cousin, who ignored him.

"Christopher, what's wrong with you?" Prince Danas said with a stern face to a man beside Garin.

"I ...... Big brother, on such an important occasion, I am also the second in line to the throne of Riptide Castle, why can't I come? "Christopher? Torbain said unconvinced.

The commotion here attracted Arthas's attention, and it stands to reason that he should have come up immediately to say hello to King Solas, but seeing that something was wrong with the shape here, Arthaston stopped, narrowed his eyes, and quietly observed the progress here.

If Arthas is not mistaken, this "His Royal Highness Prince Christopher" must have been the cowardly fellow who hid the war under King Soras's table......

I don't know how King Solas brought this guy to this meeting, but Arthas noticed King Soras's face - it was terribly gloomy. It seems that this king is not voluntary.

And...... Second in line to the throne of King Solas? - Arthas sneered in his heart - even if he really ranked, this guy would be in third place at best, right? Who did he leave out?

"Shut up, Christopher. Don't look for trouble here, go crazy and go back! Prince Danas had a gloomy face, and his tone was full of warning.

"Big brother, am I wrong?" Christopher raised his chin, looking unconvinced.

It stands to reason that this guy's appearance is not good, and he has a neatly trimmed mustache. His face seemed to be smeared with some powder, and although he was over thirty years old, he was a little handsome; It's just his movements and words. He doesn't look like a qualified prince, he is unstable, and he is more like a ruffian.

"Smack!" A crisp sound echoed through the hall, attracting everyone's attention.

Christopher covered his face. Gray puff powder fell down on his face; His eyes were filled with horror and anger.

"Big brother? You hit me? Christopher's scream sounded like a woman's.

"Nonsense. If it weren't for the royal palace of Lordaeron, I'd have wanted to kill you! Prince Danas roared, and though he tried to keep his voice as low as he could, his anger made his words so clear to the others.

"Tell me clearly, who are you the second heir? I've said it countless times that there is only one heir to the throne of Riptide Castle, and that is Garin. You put away that thought for me as soon as possible! The more he spoke, the more angry Prince Danas became, and raised his hand again. I also want to slap my brother again.

"Why?" Christopher shouted unconvinced, "If it weren't for my father's early death, would Uncle Solas have succeeded to the throne?" We are the sons of our fathers, and what our fathers did not enjoy, we should naturally take back! Garin, what qualifications does he have to compete with your eldest brother for this position? ”

What is in this guy's brain? - Arthas looked at Christopher in surprise, and of course, he did not ignore the increasingly gloomy expression of King Solas.

This kind of thing, even if the two brothers discuss it together behind closed doors, must be watched again and again, in case the partition wall has ears; Now this idiot has picked things out like this? Or in front of so many "miscellaneous people, etc."?

"You, you stupid pig, I'll hit ......" Prince Danas was so angry that his raised hand was about to fall on Christopher's face.

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped Prince Danas's wrist, and he looked at it in surprise, and then lowered his voice a lot: "Uncle Soras, don't stop me. ”

"Look around you, Danas." King Soras's face was as gloomy as the endless sea, yet he rarely kept his senses.

"After all, this is the royal palace of Terenus, and we are here for a banquet today, not to make jokes on the family. I'll talk about it when I get back. When King Solas had said this, he let go of Prince Danas's wrist, and walked towards the door of the hall without looking back, without even looking at Arthas.

Prince Danas was stunned for a moment, then followed; It was the same with Prince Garin, who only chased after Christopher as he covered his face, and then watched his uncle and two brothers all go farther and farther away.

What kind of play is this...... Arthas sighed and shook his head—did he receive King Solas?

Never mind...... Arthas thought to himself with some amusement - anyway, this morning's mission is done, and he can find a place to rest and talk to Mograini and Muradin—it's been a long time.

"Gone, gone, it's all right!" Arthas shouted to the few people who remained in the hall - most of them were women, of course.

Kalia, the Red Dragon Queen, Winlessa, Taressa, and Aurelia gather in a group, and Gianna and Frostmourn stand by Arthas's side - though Arthas knows they're incompatible - at least for Frostmourn.

I don't know what happened, but Kalia, who had just quarreled with Frost Sorrow, was now holding Wen Lesa's hand with a smile on her face, and chatting happily with the Windranger sisters.

Perhaps it was because Kalia was so lonely in the palace, and Arthas was relieved to see her so happy now - it was a good thing that he had brought Taresa to the palace at first, and perhaps Kalia would be more and more cheerful in the future.

At this moment, Arthas, who turned around and was about to leave, noticed that someone was probing his brain at the door of the hall, and after a closer look, he was still a familiar person.

"Varian, what are you doing there? Hurry on in! Arthas shouted, the acquaintance at the door of the hall was none other than Arthas's playmate, the future king of Stormwind, Varian? Ureon. (To be continued......)