"I heard that you were very eloquent in the meeting today, Speaker. ”

Scipio smiled a little wearily at his old servant. He could have been ready for bed on his own, but Jeel Gohaben had been taking care of everything since he was a child. Refusing his services would make the old man sad.

Scipio didn't really like the term "Speaker", but as the leader of the Minemen's League, he had to follow the rigid rules and regulations. His early years of travels had taught him a lot from humans, and it was because of these experiences and ambitions to revitalize his race that the dwarves had achieved what they are today.

Compared to other people who had to worry about things like trimming candle wicks and hanging up clothes, he had more things to worry about.

For example, because of the alliance with the Empire, it was necessary to reduce and curb the foreign arms exports of other tribes in the tribe according to the agreement, and in the conference room, it was constantly questioned by the representatives of other tribes and resisted various policies.

"There is always a lot to worry about as a leader," said the old servant, Scipio wanted to reduce his workload for the first time.

The old servant was tall and burly, if no one deliberately introduced him. Maybe no one would think he'd be a dwarf. Scipio noticed that he had recently lost some weight. His gentle and detached demeanor makes it impossible to discern his stubborn will and extreme loyalty to the Cornelius family.

Everyone has changed so much, and most of them haven't gotten better, but at least Vir isn't in the bad part. Scipio thought.

"It's not that I'm really that eloquent, it's just that the Light comes through me to appease those who need it. Scipio replied.

"You're underestimating yourself, Speaker. There's always something special about what you say. ”

The old man took Scipio's belt and respectfully hung the warhammer "Hurricane" on a hook on the wall next to the master's bed. The servant himself put the hook there so that Scipio could get his hands on it at any time. He said it was just in case. Ancipio had rolled his eyes at this when he was still the young head of the family, but now his heart felt an indescribable warmth and concern, this man was not just a servant - Vir was an old friend.

"It's great to have you here!" said Scipio.

"Oh, sir," Vir sighed, "I've never been like that, you know. ”

Scipio pursed his lips so that he would not laugh out loud. His spirits perked up, and he couldn't help but want to tease Lower Ville.

In fact, Old Will is not a pure dwarf, he has half of human blood in his body, and has lived in human society for nearly twenty years. So he has the perseverance and stubbornness of a dwarf in his bones, and at the same time, he also has a different thinking pattern from a dwarf.

"We're going to have to get back to Ironforge tomorrow morning, I think you'll be happy to hear that, or won't?"

Before the meeting of the Miners began, Scipio received a message from the Magemen's Guild. For the first time, the Empire will send an envoy to visit the Dwarven Kingdom, and their first stop is Ironforge. Even the situation of a group of people dressed as travelers was mentioned in the news. Magicians can communicate with each other through meditation, and the character of mages who can connect with each other can be absolutely guaranteed. So it's safer than sending a letter. As for written documents, you can't see them until you see the person.

This is not a strange thing, although some countries have announced their participation in the new alliance of the Empire, and most importantly, this alliance has been approved by the Guardian Dragons. However, there are still some countries that maintain a wait-and-see attitude, and there is no shortage of them on the opposite side.

For those small countries, it is not impossible to ambush missions.

"Why not, sir. There's nothing quite like the heat and clanging of a giant furnace that is constantly in motion to get a good night's sleep. Other than that, there's certainly nothing bad going on in Ironforge. No one is turned into a demon's ration, or buried under the rubble, or turned hostage, or forced to flee for their lives. The old servant said, and there was no mean meaning in it.

In his fondness for things like striking iron and forging, Vir didn't resemble a dwarf at all.

Of course, if you take this as a joke - at least it proves that Vir is still in good physical and mental condition. But these seemingly joke words reminded Scipio of something sad.

Tishinor, once the second largest center of the dwarves, was also Scipio's childhood home. However, due to the dwarves' over-excavation, they encountered the "Chaos Family" and the earthquake caused by the earthquake was felt by everyone in Ironforge, which was the first signal that this unfortunate world was in danger.

Scipio himself went to Tezenor to rescue him. But he found that the whole city was gone, completely gone. Except for the survivors who stayed where they were, confused and unaware. Moreover, Yu Zhen took more people's lives later. Among them was Scipio's friend from his travels, Irene Bearheart, who followed the "Way of the Priest".

This was the first time Scipio had lost a friend. And, to be honest, for himself, he began to feel that there was more than friendship between him and this bright-eyed and lively warrior.

"It's okay," he reassured Will, "I'm fine, too, and the Miners' Alliance is getting back on track, and our alliance with the Empire will hasten our rise." ”

In fact, the original intention of the Miners' Alliance was to unite the dwarves of the various tribes so that they would no longer be a piece of loose sand. When a race forms a nation, coalescing into a machine, they are no longer vulnerable.

"Even so, sir," said Will, "of course I will go with you. ”

He does. As far as Anduin knew, the loyal servant had no family, and he devoted almost his entire life to the Cornelius family. Scipio didn't need Will's care—he could have hung up his coat and taken off his boots himself.

— but getting older prevented Will from working any longer, and Scipio knew that the servant who had taken care of him since childhood still wanted to be considered useful. Scipio cherished Ville not because of what he did, but because of who he was.

"I'm glad you're with me," said Scipio, who did feel that way. "So that's it for now. Good night, Ville. ”

The old man bowed. "Good night, sir. ”

Ancipio kept watching him close the door and smiled kindly at him. When the door closed, he turned to his dresser. Inside the white cotton handkerchief were two objects of great personal significance to Scipioin. One is a small engraved box containing an engagement ring from himself and Illicum.

Illicum, the eldest daughter of the Trasimeno family. That is, the marriage between them was a political marriage, but for Scipio, Illicum was definitely a good girl. So I've made up my mind to accept her, even if it takes some time.

The other was the compass that Scipio had given to his father.

He looked at the white cloth for a moment, but finally he reached for the compass. An adventurer retrieved it and gave it back to Anduin, helping the distraught new king take the first steps toward healing his wounds.

Yes, the king. Although Scipio has no intention of becoming a king now, he is bound to become the greatest king of the dwarven kingdom in the near future.

He opened the compass and recognized the little boy drawn inside, still with the tenderness of a child on his face. After seeing and experiencing so much over the past few months, Anduin wondered if he was still as young as the painter portrayed him.

A compass, one thing that will guarantee that you don't go astray.

No matter what you do, whether it's fighting the demons of the underworld, or leading your people forward. Clear, good, authentic, powerful. Whenever Scipio was confused, looking at the compass he knew what to do next.

Visit his allies, assist them in helping their own people, and show how much he values these connections. Ask them for help in understanding this strange mineral – and prevent it from being misused. After this......

He closed his eyes.

"O Light!" he prayed, "you have given me excellent advisors and people who have genuinely helped me, and they have assisted me in leading, and so far it has been good. I trust you to tell me what to do next when the time is right. I have always longed to get my people out of their present predicament, and now that some kind of opportunity has come to us.

Please give me guidance so that I can lead well now.

He gently lowered his compass and blew out the only candle Veil had left on the bedside table.