Fainting was a regular occurrence for me, and I didn't know if I should be ashamed of it. But I really can't control this situation.

When I opened my eyes, my shoulders felt like they had been sawed with a saw, and the discomfort made my heart go down to the left and right sides of my stomach. Whether it was a sting, or an agitation, a fussiness, or a diaphragm, I struggled to sit up. But I almost screamed as soon as I exerted myself.

The people around him were scattered, leaving only Cassus on the edge of the console, not knowing what to do.

"You'd better lie down a little longer when you're awake." He said.

"What medicine did you give me!" I didn't listen to him, and I am now sick to death.

"Cure for rabies." He didn't look back. "You know rabies."

"Does it work?" I asked.

"I don't know if it works." He laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You just fainted." He turned his head to look at me.

I walked over to him, and the guy was stabbing the villain.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at him.

"I'll treat you." He looked at me and smiled.

"What kind of treatment is this?"

"Legendary magic." He tied the cloth pockets with sewn belts and made a human-shaped thing, but this handiwork was not flattering.

"What's it for?"

"Didn't you just ask and treat you?"

"Pierce the villain? You're a wizard...... Uh, you can voodoo spells? ”

"That's the method used by the trolls, we don't, this is a method from the north, which specializes in treating trauma, especially dog bites."

"That's it?" I pointed to the grass on the table.

"Yes, eucalyptus blue." He glanced at me, "This will bless you with good health." ”

"Not for food?"

"Of course not." He cut a strand of wire with scissors and tied a knot with a sharp knot. "This is your talisman, take it with you." He said and handed the villain over.

I immediately frowned. "What is this...... It's a mess. ”

"You don't understand, medical skills are the same as some spells, and if you explain it clearly, we call it medical skills, and those that can't be explained are called spells. As long as it works. He said and handed it to me. This thing would have taken me an hour. Take it, take it with you, and you'll be fine. ”

I wanted to ask him if he had used it before, but looking at his serious appearance, I really couldn't refute his face, after all, someone saved ...... Saved me. "How long do I need to wear it?"

"At least two months." He said. "If you're not showing symptoms, you're fine."

"No symptoms?"

"It's that if you have a phobia of light, a fear of water, and a stimulus to sound...... he gestured. Very uncomfortable, or the wound feels uncomfortable again, numb or itchy. He nodded. You wouldn't want that. Of course, I hope you don't show up like that. He smiled and walked away.

"Oh, by the way, the Duke of Boval is waiting for you at the castle." As he spoke, he walked out and left me alone in the examination room.

Looking at the ugly villain in my hand, I was really eye-opening.

The guards took me outside the room of the Duke of Berval, the door of the room was open, and he was sitting at the table writing something.

Hearing me walk in, he looked up and greeted me, "Hey, Colonel Bill, are you feeling better?" ”

"Well, it's not very good." I'll be honest.

"Excuse me, please wait a while, I'll finish this first, what to drink? Water, wine or tea? ”

"Water, thank you." I said to the guard next to me. I sat down on the couch next to me, and now I feel very tired.

After a while, Lord Bowval finished writing, and he looked up at me with a smile, "Sorry for the rush just now. He walked up to me and shook his head, "I didn't expect to see you again in this way." ”

"I didn't expect to meet those things when I was resting on the side of the road."

"I've already reported to the king about your injuries, and it seems necessary to clean up before winter."

"That's a bit of a fierce thing." I say. "It's better to bring more people."

"How did you get here?"

"Now that the war is no longer tense, I will also look around for your customs and customs, and next time I come to the Stormwind Kingdom...... I don't know what year or month. I said.

"Where are you going?"

"West, West...... It is said that the scenery in the western part is very beautiful now. ”

"It looks like you can't go, the west is no safer than the Elwyn Forest."

"Yes......" I nodded. My lord, is this your fiefdom? ”

"Well, all the way to the border of the Rhodes River, beyond the Rhodes River and further west is the Wild West." He said.

"Some people say it's borderlands."

"It's all the land of the kingdom, what's going on in the borderlands." The Duke corrected me.

"Whose fief is over there?"

"Hmm...... Strictly speaking, there are a few small lords. He said. Okay, let's not talk about this kind of thing, come on, tell me about the battles you fought, which I didn't understand at all at the banquet, and that fat man bragged about ninety-nine percent. ”

"Fatty?"

"Hah, fatty!" He said as he turned back to pour his wine. "Tell me how Leorik got hurt."

Actually, I don't want to speak, but in the face of such a big person, I still fight my spirit.

I told him a lot of what I knew, from fabricating that I had met a magician, to seeing a prophecy in the fire, to being framed for support in Lordaeron to returning to Alterac to be supported by the prince and sending troops here.

He asked very carefully, which made me not dare to brag, and I had to think about everything I said, for fear that I would not come back for a while. To be honest, I can't blow it up in my mental state right now.

But in the case of Kul Tiras, I am talking about hiring, and that matter has been omitted, and I think it is unlikely that he will know about it in the future.

He was a little happy when I told him about Leorick's injury, but of course it was just my personal feelings.

"You don't seem to be interested in what I'm prophesying." I say.

"The king only believes in himself, which is the characteristic of the House of Urien." He raised an eyebrow, "It's a good thing, it's a shortcoming, they never trust anyone." ”

"That's a bit of a stretch."

"It's hard to be a king, and it's even harder to sit still. The only thing they can believe in is themselves. ”

"Where's Lord Lothar?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

"It's the same for everyone."

"Lord Lothar seems to have been out on a mission lately?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him in a few days."

"This man is also famous in our north." I say.

He looked at me, "Really?" ”

"The last bloodline of Soradin." I said with a smile. "After all, it was once the territory of Alasoh, a son of Soladin."

He smiled and didn't continue. I don't believe that this future hero is a bad guy! The kind of bad guy I think of.

He gave me a warm welcome for dinner, but I wanted to say that I really didn't have an appetite. Perhaps his impression of a warrior should be...... It's very resistant, or he should have told me to go back to sleep.

There were seven men at the table, five of his retainers, all of whom were too long for me to remember, but I had an impression of the guy named Marcus Jonathan, whom I had seen when I first arrived at King's Port. And then there was his wife, whom I have no impression of, whom the duke called Mara, and the retainers called her Madame Vertagen.

Madame Vortagan was taller than the Duke, and although she wore a dress, her shoulders felt wider than the other women. But the facial features are still okay.

Pray before eating, it doesn't seem to be a habit in the north, I've seen people do it here, but many have omitted it, and I guess only the most devout Light cultists do it.

I follow the local customs, and of course I follow the fake model.

After the prayer, everyone began to raise their glasses frequently.

During the banquet, everyone talked and laughed, and I forced my face to laugh, which was really a little unbearable. I guess I'll die at night just by drinking, and it's said that I won't get drunk if I eat too much wine. But how can wine be intoxicating......

"This kind of pre-dinner prayer is not found in the North." I say. "Blessed are those who pray earnestly in this way."

"Prayer before meals reminds us to be grateful and humble, as everyone should be." The Duke said. "I didn't expect that there would be no such ceremony in the north."

"After studying and studying the Holy Light, I realized that you are doing a good job here when you reach the Storm Kingdom."

"I've heard you say that Archbishop Alonthos Fao of Lordaeron is already able to wield the art of Light." The Duchess asked me.

"Yes, ma'am. I saw it with my own eyes. ”

"What kind of person is Archbishop Fao?" She asked.

"I met him in winter, when I saw him, it was like seeing the sun, listening to his words seemed to feel the spring breeze blowing, the drizzle moistened the heart, he was a saint." I say. "He helped me a lot. And his pupil Uther, now the royal teacher of King Terenus of Lordaeron, is now the mentor of Prince A. of Arthas. ”

"Can Uther use the Light?" The Duke asked me.

"Yes, and his light seems to be stronger than that of Archbishop Fao. He's young. I said.

"I wish I could meet them in Lordaeron one day." The Duke said.

I thought to myself...... Well...... Yes, it's just a bit of a mess at the time. "I've heard that there have been miracles of light in the Kingdom of Stormwind." I looked at Marcus and said.

"It's just a legend." He looked at me with a smile.

"Not a legend." The Duke suddenly interjected.

I looked at him in surprise.

"A long time ago, after the ancestors came here, it did appear." Duke Vortagen put down his knife and fork. He looked at me, "You heard me right. ”

"It's said there's a book,......," I tried.

"Well, there are books inse! The Book of the Divine. He affirmed.

"We've never heard of that." Marcus also looked at the Duke curiously.

"You just need to train and fight, it's all a church thing." "But sadly," said the duke, "it has been lost. ”

"The Duke is really erudite, this matter ...... A lot of people in the church don't know about it. "I'm a sycophant.

Duke Vortagan gave me a smile. But the look in his eyes made me a little incomprehensible, and there was doubt in his eyes...... Still is...... Smell a rat?

Then the servants brought a piece of grilled steak and cut it off, but found that it was not very cooked. I frowned.

Marcus laughed and said that this kind of cattle was brought from the west, and if it was ripe again, it would be old, and this kind of taste was the best.

It's hard to eat, not to mention that it still tastes a little, especially when the blood is squeezed by the teeth and flows to the base of the tongue...... Very eager.

"It might be better to have a little more." I said with a smile.

"It's already medium-ripe." Marcus said.

"Maybe five points, it tastes good." I laughed.

The Duke turned to the butler beside him and said to me a medium-cooked one. "Eating more meat after an injury really helps you get back to your health." He raised his glass to me as he spoke. "Salute to the Light!"