Looking at the boy's smile, Freya felt more and more that this was an unpredictable person.

However, after all, she was the next leader of the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce, so she controlled the subtle surprise on her face well, bypassed the question, and continued to ask, "May I ask which country's nobleman are you?"

"I'm from the Duchy of France, a small family with a bit of fame, and my name is Dean. With that, the boy casually reported a surname. "I came to Azeroa mainly to meet a friend. ”

Freya had never heard of the boy's surname, but his words confirmed Freya's judgment: this was a noble magician from a good family, with his own subordinate knights, and some unique personal preferences.

This is indeed very much in line with the first impression of the young master Dean in front of him.

"I heard that the Dedram Academy, the capital of the Duchy of France, has produced many amazing magicians, are you one of them, Mr. Dean?" the girl's eyes blinked, "And it is said that the Dedram Academy gave birth to another crown mage the year before last. ”

"That's my mentor's mentor, Rearman, the most senior elemental mage in our academy, and now the vice dean, but I only have a one-sided relationship with him. ”

The boy named Dean replied, "He's a great mage, but his temper is more short-tempered and changeable, just as unpredictable as the flames he often makes in the laboratory, but he is indeed a worthy senior, and with him, there are seven crown mages in our academy." ”

Speaking of this, the young man's face showed a hint of pride, and Freya, who was good at observing words and feelings, was in full view.

Next, the two chatted about some additional topics, such as the customs of the Duchy of France, and Freya, who was born in the Chamber of Commerce, has always been outstanding among her peers, and the two sides talked very devotedly, at least on the surface.

As she was leaving, Freya stood up, "It's a pleasure to speak with you, Mr. Dean, and I hope you have a great journey ahead." ”

"Of course, I also hope that the trip to Golden Clover will be very fruitful. With a sincere expression, Dean waved at the girl who walked to the carriage door, a small token dangling from her wrist with the Adventurers' Guild logo on it.

Freya naturally wouldn't miss this detail, she already knew it.

She calmly stepped out of the carriage, smiled at Roland who was standing next to the carriage, and then led the horse towards the convoy of the Chamber of Commerce.

It wasn't until the slender back slowly disappeared in his eyes that Roland restrained the smile on his lips and fell into deep thought.

...

Freya walked over to the largest carriage in the caravan.

There were two tall attendants standing beside the carriage, and when they saw her, the two richly dressed attendants bent down and saluted.

Freya nodded, stepping onto the carriage steps, her hands resting lightly on the beautifully crafted walnut doors of the carriage.

Although with her identity, she directly pushed the door open and walked in, and the old man in the carriage would not blame her, but Freya, who had been trained in the etiquette of the Chamber of Commerce since she was a child, still habitually knocked on the door.

"Come in, my dear granddaughter. Behind the door was an old voice.

Freya pushed the door open and stepped into the carriage, a cool breeze blowing across her cheeks, chilling with a chill.

The chill came from the old man in the middle of the carriage, the old man was wearing a pure white robe, his hair was white, his beard was also white, only his face was ruddy, as if it had been blown by the cold wind all year round.

Freya knew that this coolness was caused by the natural aura of the ice elemental aura on her grandfather, who was an ice magician who practiced frost spells for many years.

This cold aura of magic accompanied Freya for many years.

The girl has been accustomed to this chill for many years, and not only does she not feel cold, but even feels a little kind.

"My child, tell me what you have observed!" said Brillouin, the vice president of the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce, his eyes full of love as he looked at his granddaughter, and his tone was unusually soft, much warmer than the cold air emanating from his body, like a fire lit in the cold winter.

"That's right, Grandpa......" Freya recounted her previous conversation with Dean without reservation.

The old man listened quietly to his granddaughter's report, without saying a word, his hands intersected with his ten fingers, and a light blue ring on his right index finger was shining, and the ring was engraved with a white snow coat of arms.

"I don't think he could possibly be a spy sent by the Dragonlancers. After a moment's hesitation, Freya spoke her mind. Judging by his tone, he knew a lot about Dedram College, and if he hadn't actually lived there, he wouldn't have known about Lord Rearman. ”

"When I went to Dedram Academy, Relman was a withdrawn, half-elemental mage. ”

The old man smiled lightly, "His promotion to Crown Mage has only been a matter of recent years, and if that young man is really as you say, then it is only natural that he knows this. ”

Freya breathed a sigh of relief, "In that case, there should be no problem. ”

"Be cautious, my child, and don't take it lightly at any time. The old man shook his head, "The dragon lancers have not coveted the golden clover for a day or two, and if they have the opportunity, they will do everything they can to eat us." ”

Although they have been away from the Dragon Lance Dynasty for a few days, in the hearts of the two grandsons, there is always a shadow hovering in their hearts, condensing but not dissipating.

Feeling the deep worry hidden under her grandfather's calm face, Freya's heart tightened, and she clenched her fists, with a hint of resentment in her tone, "Is it that we Azeroa are going to be silent like this, and endure the rule of the Dragonlancers forever." ”

"Why are those Dragonlance Chambers of Commerce free to enter and leave our land, while we, the Azeroya Chambers of Commerce, have to pay high customs duties? Every time we go out to trade, we have to be afraid that our goods will not be looted by the Dragonlance Dynasty's Chamber of Commerce. ”

"Why do we spend so much gold every year to feed the incompetent dragon lance nobles, and give them the most fertile land to build castles and estates?"

"Why should the people of our principality be subjected to heavy labor and military service, and become victims of the struggle for hegemony between the Dragon Lance Dynasty and the Holy Empire?"

"Why should the Azerotans allow those dragon lancers to dominate our land, and not resist?"

Looking at his granddaughter's accusatory gaze, Brilon could only smile bitterly, and his eyes were filled with deep sadness.

"Because... We are not strong enough. ”

The old man said slowly, "Have you ever seen the war fought by the demonic beasts on the snowfield to survive? The powerful demonic beasts finally get their territory and mates, and the weak ones only deserve to be reduced to the food of the strong for wintering. ”

"For the Dragonlancers, we are just a dessert on the table of their dominance. ”

Freya had a look of disappointment on her face, "But, when I was younger, you didn't teach me that, you said that the Dragonlance Dynasty is our strongest ally in Azero. ”

"There are no eternal friends and enemies in this world, only eternal interests. The old man looked fondly at his granddaughter, who had given high hopes, "I couldn't bear to tell you these truths before, but now that you have grown up, it is necessary to accept this cruel truth." ”

"Only in this way, one day, I can safely deliver the golden clover to you. Brillouin said. "For you, and for our Azeroth. ”