I kind of know what he thinks.

It's easy to imagine what the impact of appearing at his home as an embarrassment now will have on his future. But what I couldn't accept the most was that he started to hide it from me, and I believed him so much.

Perhaps he told me that letting me hide was the best advice he could give me. Maybe he didn't find someone to arrest me directly, even if it was the result of our previous relationship. Although this advice is of no use to me.

In the end, he didn't keep me, and he didn't give me anything else to think of but let me go. I didn't ask him for gold or silver, he didn't ask for anything to give me, and he didn't tell me anything more about the riots.

Obviously, he is not as open as he used to be at this time...... Maybe his honesty in my eyes is not so honest at all. Hum...... It's nothing, people always change!

I have to get out of here.

Looking back at him again, he still had a solemn face. I don't know why he was like this, but this one was the last time I looked at him. I haven't seen him since.

Until he died.

After leaving his house, I didn't choose to sneak out of the city, but packed myself up again after packing up a few clothes. It's not supposed to be like this, but I suddenly don't know what to do now.

In response to the changes, I watched the situation unfold in the city, but the reality was that Stormwind was only allowed to enter and exit, and the soldiers began to search from house to house.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that I don't have anyone more trusted or trustworthy in Stormwind.

Suddenly I remembered a person, maybe he and I could go and run for it. Even if I can't go to him, I can know something from his mouth.

Danya Thorvald no longer lives in the King's Castle, the guy is alive and well. This guy escaped from the King's Castle when Stormwind fell, and I thought he might not survive, but I didn't expect him to survive.

After welcoming Varian back, Danya rushed back from the west, and Varian had known him since he was a child, and his feelings were often even deeper when the little king saw the ruined royal city and the ruined home but saw the old people. As a result, Danya is not only in charge of Stormwind's library, but also in charge of compiling and restoring the history of Stormwind Kingdom.

We've met twice since we got back to Varian, and he's thrilled to see me. But after learning that Lothar had died in battle at Blackstone Mountain, he had a loss in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

I never went to him again, but I felt like we were all the way, and at least we had the same opinion as him on some issues.

When I knocked on his door, he had a puzzled look on his face when he saw me standing in front of the door. Apparently he didn't recognize me. When I stroked my hair, he was surprised and dragged me into the house.

"Why are you here!" His tone and demeanor were completely different from Reginald's, and I saw surprise in his tone, but more importantly I saw worry! He's worried about me!

"Can't I come?" I said this on purpose.

"Of course not!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me into the living room, and then he quickly closed all the windows around me. Looking at the way he looked, I thought to myself, I seemed to have come to the right place.

"Is there anything to eat?" I say.

His face was full of worry and frustration, and he didn't say anything more but found some food for me and put it on the table. "Okay, I can't eat that much, I'll have to leave later." I said to him.

He shook his head and sat down across from me. He moved the candlestick to the side and stared at me.

"What are you looking at?"

"How did you escape?" He said.

"I can't stop anyone if I think of it." I say.

"You did that at Stormwind Prison?" He was amazed.

"Who did you listen to?" I said and took a hard bite of the bread, and his bread was so tough.

"Do you know what's going on now?" He said.

"What's the situation?" I asked.

He smacked his tongue, "Now the king's ears are filled with bad news, and you are one of them." ”

"How?"

"Did you plan the prison incident?" The expression on his face became serious.

"It's not." I say.

"How did you get out?"

"The prisons are all ruined, how do you think I got out?"

"Some say you're one of the masterminds of the prison riots." He said.

"What else?"

"This one is enough for you to die!"

"Do you believe it?" I said as I swallowed the bread that I had chewed a few times in my mouth.

"I don't know, but I hope you don't." He said.

"Humph!" I laughed. "If I were, I wouldn't be in Stormwind right now." I say.

He shook his head when he heard this, "Even if you're not, you'd better get out of Stormwind." He said, "Now the king's wrath is hard to quench." ”

"I have nothing to do with it." I say.

"Now you're also wanted." He said.

"Then why did you let me in, you weren't afraid that I would do something else?" I reached out and grabbed a knife and cut off a piece of sausage.

He looked at my hand holding the knife, watched me throw it on the table, and he looked at me again.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but I feel like I can trust you." He said.

This guy is quite good at talking.

I poured a glass of wine and took a sip, "What else can I say?" ”

"Who the hell are you?" He said.

"Hmm." I nodded, "Go on." ”

"Some nobles are suspicious of your identity."

"Which nobles?"

"Tsk......" he tilted his mouth and bit his lip and didn't continue.

"Isn't it Leskova?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "He really didn't say anything bad about you."

I was a little surprised by this, and it was clear that Deria told me that his father, the Duke of Leskova, did not like me very much.

"It's Barons Alexton." He said.

"Who?" My eyes widened in surprise, I was a little familiar with this surname, but I didn't remember the name at all.

Barons...... Alexton. Danya repeated.

"I don't even know him." I say.

"He's the head of the city management office." "I've been in contact with him, and he's done the work of urban planning, reconstruction, census, population registration, etc. ”

"So what?" I don't understand.

"He said your identity was suspicious." Danya tilted her head to look at me.

"What else?"

"You're not from Alterac at all." Danya said.

I didn't stop chewing, but calmly looked him in the eye, "yes." I whispered the word.

He looked at me with a slight frown, just looking at me.

"What else did you say?"

He let out a soft breath from his nostrils, "Say your ...... The real identity is ...... Mason...... Van Cleef! ”