"Aren't you going to say something?" Baron Berg sat back in his thick woollen chair, and he knocked his forehead wearily.

Opposite his large desk, Baron Ruhr, dressed in a compact aristocratic robe, wrapped himself tightly in a thick woollen cloak.

"Alright, Berg, we're all standing together. You know, I've been secretly supporting Lord Harvey for a long time. Ruhl looked at Berg with a smile on his face, and his fat was shaking regularly.

"It's two different things, Ruhl." Berg was straight, he picked up the steaming crystal cup next to him and was about to drink, and then subconsciously glanced at Ruhr on the opposite side and asked, "Do you want to try the World Tree tea from the Night Elves?" ”

"No," Ruhl said as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the quilt in Berg's hand, but his mouth was lazy, "I have seaweed tea from the bay of Thorn Valley, and I can bring you some if you need it." ”

"Alright then," Berg took a sip of steaming tea, placing the cup on the table and looking at Ruhl with his hands crossed.

"I won't say more nonsense, the Grand Lord of Harvey will set up a new crusader next month, which involves the change of clothes of tens of thousands of people. The time must be completed in advance, otherwise it will ...... You know, I'm leaving the manufacture of the new uniforms to your family, not only because your family is a well-known textile family, but most importantly, you're different from everyone else, you know? ”

Hearing this, Ruhl struggled to prop his hands on the chair and sit down. He put away the relaxed look on his face and replied with a serious face, "Of course I know why, I fully support Grand Lord Harvey and everything he has done in this kingdom. Even if the Great Lord wants to become the ruler of this country, our family will support the Great Lord, and I think the Great Lord should have understood my intentions. ”

"You understand," Berg's expression softened slightly, and he tilted his chair a little to pull back the drawer next to it, and took out a porcelain jar made by the Night Elves and placed it on the table. Then, in Ruhl's calm gaze, it pushed at him.

"Here are the leaves of the World Tree, from the Temple of the Moon of Darnassus." Berg smiled and said, "The Great Lord asked me to thank you for your support of him. ”

"Oh? Is it? Ruhl excitedly got up from his chair and reached for the jar.

"But," said Berg lightly, without letting go of his grip on the jar, "there are times when it is inconvenient for the Great Lord to come forward, so it is necessary for us to clear the way for him." Do you understand? ”

Ruhl's face froze, but soon he reached for the jar with greater speed, and said even more quickly, "The Holy Light is above!" The will of Lord Harvey is the direction in which I am headed! ”

Berg was pleased with Ruhl's attitude, so he smiled and gave his hand away.

Seeing Ruhl fiddle with the novelty of the jar up and down, Berg got up to see off the guest, "Okay, Ruhl. Nothing more. I hope you can get your workers to speed up, and by the beginning of next month at the latest, the things set by the Great Lord must be complete. ”

"Oh, the Light, and I wish my workers would grow a few more arms. This will allow me to monopolize the cloth business throughout the kingdom of Lordaeron. Ruhl shrugged his shoulders, but he was sure he would finish everything on time.

Just when Berg thought Ruhl was leaving, he suddenly stopped. Just when Berg wondered, Ruhl hesitated to ask the words that had been holding in his heart.

"There's something I've been holding on to for a long time, and I want to find an answer. You know," Ruhl's face shook irregularly, and he said for a long time, "hell, Berg, if I hadn't seen Viscount White die in front of me, I wouldn't have asked this question." But the way he died was so special, and it made me ....."

Ruhl gestured, and Berg just looked at him calmly.

"Uh, I mean..... Viscount White, isn't it the Grand Lord, oh no, isn't it the Crusader or something....." Ruhl asked with a blushing face, "It really embarrass me, but, Holy Light, I really want an answer..."

Berg smiled and shook his head, and in Ruhl's expectant gaze, Berg denied it.

"Ruhl, your ideas are dangerous, you know? How can you frame the Great Lord? Framing a crusader? Berg smiled and walked up to Ruhl, patting a hand on Ruhl's shoulder, not forgetting that he was many years older than Ruhl.

"If the High Lord or the Crusaders really wanted to kill you, would you still be standing here? They are crusaders! How could a believer in the Light do such a conspiracy? Well? ”

"Hey, man, I'm just asking, you know, I'm just, a little scared..."Ruhl shook his head a little ashamedly.

"The Great Lord is also very disgusted by this kind of behavior! But rest assured, the Great Lord will protect you, as long as you are always on his side. ”

Ruhl left.

Berg looked at his distant back, a sneer on his face like the biting cold wind of the Northern Rift.

You stupid pig, the Great Lord won't do it.

But then again, does the Great Lord have that in mind?

Berg turned his head to look at Eva's position and pondered, his gaze seemed to have crossed the heavy mountains and forests, and he saw Locke lying on the table, scribbling something hard.

What the hell are you waiting for, Great Lord?

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Locke had just returned to his office hall in Iva when someone he didn't want to see came out of nowhere.

"Oh, Holy Light above, look what the cold wind of the Silver Pine Forest has done to you."

Viscount Quat had not yet gained a foothold, and his disgusting mouth was already dancing with his fangs and claws, but his neck was still as stiff and twisted as ever.

Locke ignored him, and motioned for the servant in the room, who was patting the snow on his cloak, to leave, and placed it on the hanger himself.

"You're so strong! Such a powerful force! Viscount Quat continued to babble in front of Locke, "I dare swear to the Light that after you were gone that day, there was not a day going by that Mary, the niece of Ronde, who would not have secretly wept. She even wants to sell the donkey that their family cultivates and bring her own property, saying that she wants to come here to find you. ”

"It's not me saying, that sow, she really dares to be delusional!" Viscount Quaet secretly observed Locke's expression while quietly saying these nonsense.

Locke patted the snow off his body, and a pair of brown eyes on his drooping eagle nose were now looking out of the hall and then at Whitemayne, who was talking to a group of probationary priests. He didn't care at all about the guy in front of him, Viscount Quart, who had a bad heart in his heart.

"Oh yes, Grand Prosecutor Miss Whitemayne is indeed a beauty." Viscount Quat pursed his lips deliberately, and he said in a demagogic voice, "But forgive me, she is not suitable for you, Grand Lord Harvey. ”

"Your future is great, and you should find a noble family that can help you in the future. With all due respect, the support behind Miss Whitemayne is gone. Whether it's the fallen family of Whitemane or the Mograine family, they can't match your future identity. Are you ..... How can you find an ordinary person as your partner? What's more, she's still a clergy? It's a no-no! ”

"Shut up!"

Locke turned abruptly, staring fiercely at Viscount Quat with the corner of his brown eyes. He grabbed the collar of his long aristocratic trench coat with both hands as if he were lifting a bag of roasted potatoes.

"Look, look, I came all the way from Gadar, and you didn't even let me drink my saliva." Viscount Quat pouted with his slanted mouth, then took Locke's hands and motioned for him to let go.

"Is that how you greet your guests? Great Lord? ”

Locke let him go of him and looked at him with a grim gaze, as if to penetrate his face as thick as a wall. Viscount Quat looked indifferent and walked back to the hall with a smile, he smiled and found a stool to sit down.

Locke glanced back at Whitemayne in the snow not far away, who also spotted Locke staring at her, and she smiled at Locke.

It's like a rose that blooms in winter, so charming, Locke immediately let go of the bad mood brought by Viscount Quater.

When Locke returned to the hall and sat on the throne, Viscount Quet came to sit down opposite Locke. He lowered his voice, tempting Locke like a demon.

"Nja is a famous beauty in our family, with two sapphire eyes, big and round. Even if you stare at someone when you're angry, that kind of style...... Live like a seductive succubus! However, she was also a hardworking child, and she was very considerate of her mother. Every morning she would wear a thin white shirt in the yard milking cows with her mother. ”

"Think about it, the two white bare legs are splashed with fresh ***-like dew droplets. The bad boys from the rest of the family are like roosters every morning, on time on our family ranch! ”

"Ah, Holy Light, forgive me, look at my dirty thoughts!"

Viscount Quat took a sip of water, and pretended to gesturing to his chest and praying to the Light.

Locke sneered and looked at the speaker of the aristocratic council in front of him. He never imagined that a person of decent standing would say such things in his face, with vulgarity and vulgarity.

"You may not know it, but her dad is a famous gambler. yes, that insensitive, crazy old bastard! Speaking of this, Viscount Quat sneered a few times, "This kind of person is not worthy of pity, he should be dragged into hell by the devil!" ”

"If it weren't for him, Nia wouldn't have had to milk the cows every morning."

"He spent all his share of the aristocratic property, and he went so far as to borrow money from Yakov of the House of Lyle! You should know about the Lyle family, but that Yakov is different, he is a lustful, vicious poisonous mushroom! ”

"Are you trying for me to help that girl?" Locke looked at Quart in front of him expressionlessly.

"His daughter is innocent." Viscount Quat also put away the damage on his face, and he said with a normal expression, "I know, I said so much, you will probably hate me. ”

"But I'm not like them!"

"I'm not going around in circles, and as you know my family, I don't have any suitable children. I wish I had children myself! My family can marry you. ”

Viscount Quit stood up and pointed at himself, "Everyone knows that I am the current president of the noble council of this kingdom, and you are the supreme commander of the kingdom de jure and the great lord of the silver hand. You control the vast majority of the kingdom's armies, and you are the nominal supreme leader of the kingdom's armies! I am in control of the administration of this kingdom! What if we get married? ”

"It's been a long time since the heir to the royal family of Minethil has appeared, but I'm also old." Viscount Quat looked at Locke with a smile, "If nothing else, you in the future will most likely be the new king of Lordaeron." ”

"As long as we marry, I will do my best to make you King of Lordaeron.

"If you are interested, I can completely make that girl our family, a member of my family, her identity must be prominent!"

In this way, it will not only save her from the predicament she is about to face, but also build a stronger bridge between us! What do you say? Great Lord? ”