I hate to disappoint, especially women. But now I was confronted with a woman with disappointment written all over her face.

"Roll it." She looked at me hatefully. "Roll fast!" She almost growled.

My face was hot, and I felt worse than being slapped in the face.

I escaped from the room, followed by the sound of crying, cursing, and throwing things.

It's your choice, you don't have to choose. I consoled myself so much.

When I walked out of the house and looked back, I saw that she was not standing in front of the window looking at me. It made me feel a little more relaxed.

I hurriedly left Shining Gold and rode towards Stormwind. And rushed back before Stormwind closed the gates, only to be drenched in cold rain all the way. I didn't go to the inn, I didn't go to the barracks, but found a tavern to stay in.

When I walked into the familiar inn of Pigs and Whistles, I was startled by the darkness of the hall, except for a small oil lamp hanging from the entrance door, and the whole hall was dark. Only the two candlesticks on the bar gave off a little light.

I walked straight to the bar, where a middle-aged man I hadn't seen stood up.

"Good evening, sir." He greeted me

"Good evening, boss," I sat on a stool by the bar, "is there something going on in town?" I asked.

"Nothing happened." He replied.

"Today's business is a bit too deserted."

"Isn't the battle not over yet?"

"The war has stabilized for the time being, what does the war on the front line have to do with you? Isn't it the reason for the cold? ”

"This year's autumn harvest was not very good, alas! However, the tax has not been reduced, and it has grown a little. The man shook his head, "Many people can't afford to eat, so how can they have spare money to come here to drink." ”

The man looked at me, "Come in and have a fire, it's been raining outside all day." ”

I walked around the bar and sat by the fireplace, putting my soaked clothes on the fire to dry. That's what warmed me up a little bit.

"You don't look like a local," the boss looked at me.

"Isn't it like an accent? ”

"Yes, your nasal voice is a bit heavy. And...... Your tongue roll is a little ...... Unique. He smiled.

"I'm reinforcements from the north. I said.

"Oh! You're a reinforcement from the north! Oh, my God! He looked at me in amazement. I'm getting a little excited, man! ”

I smiled, "You don't seem to have very many northerners here, do you?" ”

"I've lived so many years. You're the second northerner I've ever met. He laughs.

"And what did the first northerner you see come for?"

"That was many years ago, when I was a kid. It was a few decades ago. ”

"A few decades ago...... Don't your church members never go to the north to study? Or caravans? ”

"The church?" He gave me a curious look. "I've never heard of that."

"Is your most famous church here the monastery in Northshire?"

"I guess so, I don't care about any of that." He said as he handed me the beer.

"Have you heard of Anduin Lothar?" I turned my head to look at his face.

"Of course, there is probably no one in the Stormwind Kingdom who has not heard of Sir Lothar."

"What kind of title is he?" I asked curiously.

"Everybody calls him Sir, Your Excellency. Actually, I don't know what kind of title he is. ”

"Is he so famous?"

"Of course, do you northerners know about Lothar?"

"I've heard of it, but ...... There is only a few words in the book. ”

"You northerners may not know that the ancestors of the Stormwind Kingdom migrated from the ancient kingdom of Araso, and we are not the original inhabitants. The only natives here are the trolls! ”

"What does this have to do with Lothar?"

"Lord Lothar is the last bloodline of the kingdom of Araso."

"I don't understand what it means?" I said.

"What country are you from?"

"Alterac."

"Alterac ...... Uh, well, I've heard that. Well...... You know, the legend of the kingdom of Araso. "He's thinking." In fact, the people of our Stormwind Kingdom are all descendants of immigrants from the Kingdom of Arathasak, and Sir Lothar is the last bloodline of the Royal Family of Arathasor. ”

"I remember that the king of Arathas was surnamed Soladin."

"What's so strange about that?" He asked rhetorically.

"I mean, he's got royal blood, but he's not a king."

The man waved his hand, "Hey! How can we say these things? ”

"The current royal family is the Ureon family, I'm curious, since the Ureon family has replaced the original royal family, how did Lothar survive?" I tried to say it as easily as I could.

"That's a lot to say." The man didn't seem to care if there were any taboos on the subject.

"It seems that the legend of the king is rich." I motioned for him to bring me another glass of wine.

"I remember an old man saying many years ago that the original royal family seemed to have been attacked by monsters, the gnolls. Do you have gnolls in the north? ”

I shook my head. "I haven't seen it."

"It's a very large human-like ...... that can walk upright Dog. He gestured. I can't remember which king it was. The first is that the queen and the prince were attacked by the jackals while they were out, after which the queen died and the prince disappeared. Then the king went on a personal expedition to investigate the matter, and secondly, he wanted to completely destroy the gnolls. But unfortunately he was attacked, it should have been a sudden attack, and he died heroically, and that's it. ”

"Then how did the Urion family sit on the throne?"

"Someone has to sit in this position, anyway, it's either you or him. In fact, it's the same for anyone who sits. Our lives haven't improved much, either. Money must be paid, and grain must be paid. He snorted softly from his nostrils.

"Is King Wryn treating you badly?"

"I said that whoever is the king is the same, even if the next king is you, I will not be surprised." He said.

"How is Sir Lothar's reputation among the common people?"

"How? In that case, he was only given the name of the royal blood of the ancient Alaso Kingdom, but he had no actual rights. Of course, he should be a relatively indifferent to fame and fortune, it is said that his prestige in the army is still very high, this person is very brave in battle, and he is also very protective of his subordinates. And in the legends of the common people, it is like this, living above the temple, anyway, it is a person who has nothing to do with us. ”

"You're a real person."

"Tell me the truth." The boss's face was not sad or happy.

"How did the last king die?"

"Ah, you're a big fan of inquiring."

"There is no historical record of your kingdom in the northern countries, and I know a little bit after I came here, and when I return to the north alive, maybe I will tell my children the story of your distant kingdom."

"Hah, that's possible." He sat down. "I know that." He said, "The king died in the square not far from the inn......

The rain was still pouring outside, and I lay in my room listening to the sound of the rain outside. I'm tired, but I can't sleep. This boss told me a story that was different from the one in the book.

Folklore will add to the various processes of a story, but I already know the story.

Judging from the story told by this boss, he is pure-blooded, impartial, upright, loves the people like a son, can fight well, and the praise of the people cannot be completely settled on him, and the Lothar in the story is still very different from what I imagined.

However, stories are just stories, and I still have some good impressions of him in my mind. I told myself that maybe he was a really good person.

When I opened my eyes, it was still cloudy outside, and it was best to lie under a warm and comfortable bed.

I stretched and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a woman." I pouted and rolled over.

Adequate sleep will always reduce the stress and unpleasantness of yesterday, and at this time, I have indeed lightened a lot of yesterday's scenes.

After eating a bite to eat, I went to the palace, where I was warmly received by King Lane. He didn't seem to know the true condition of Grayson, except that he had come back to recuperate, and he didn't seem to know anything about what was going on with me.

I skipped the first half of the story and reported all my findings to him in detail, and King Ryan stood on the edge of the sandbox in the Stormwind Kingdom, watching the unknown area I had opened up for him, and quietly listened to me.

When he finished, he nodded his head and thanked me. I didn't advise him on what to do, I waited for him to ask me, but that's all, he didn't say a word about sending troops.

This surprised me very much. And the king had no intention of keeping me for lunch.

I left the palace with a hollow nag, a sense of disparity that made me feel the urge to leave. I cursed myself in my heart, I was the fucking stupid thing to come here! Wouldn't it be nice for me to be a bandit in the North, or a colonel in a legion? That's the result of my coming here?

I glanced back at Stormstorm Fortress and quickly left. Lothar is not in the city, and King Ryan said just now that he had something to do and went out of the city on business, but he didn't mention anything he was doing, and of course I didn't want to ask. So I went to the barracks, but after a long time of inquiry, I couldn't find out what Lothar had brought a group of people for.

After an afternoon of sitting in the tavern, with only a few drinkers, I looked back at the tavernkeeper, who was also grim-faced.

Sitting on a chair by the window of the tavern and looking at the raindrops that were still fluttering outside the window, I felt a huge sense of loneliness and loneliness in my heart.

It's not my city, there's no home here, there's no friend to me, there's a so-called brother, but I can't go to him. Deria should have returned...... I shook my head.

I haven't figured out my background yet, but I still have so many ideas.

Amusing! Damn it!

As soon as I got up and was about to go back to my room to sleep for a while, a white-haired man next to a booth in front of the bar came into view.

I know that white-headed! And he's staring at me.