The carriage, adorned with a modest but delicate black badge of broken blade, finally stopped at the northwest corner of Drusva, on the edge of a church outside Klein, the largest town in the region.

It is covered with a layer of snow, and it is normal for such high altitudes to fall snow.

And after the carriage door opened, Tyrion, who had changed into a solemn black dress, was escorted by the tall and silent knights, and slowly walked into the quaint but very solemn church in front of him.

The Shelling Church, the largest and oldest church in the entire Drusva, is presided over by the local sages of the sea, but today, this previously bustling church is bustling with local nobles and even big names from the Stothon Valley and Pelares.

Among them were many famous people, such as Lord Stoxon, ruler of the Stoxon Valley, high priest of the Sage of the tide, such as the head of the Ashvan family, Lord Ashvan, the richest of the Kul Tiras, and Lord Norvinton, who came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the Prodmore family, as well as the minor nobles who surrounded these big men.

Politics has led to the formation of small groups of aristocrats, and in this lavish banquet, you can always see the various ways of life.

And the reason why today's scene is so big is very simple, today, in this Shirlin church, will be held by the ruler of the Drusva region, the only daughter of the family of Lord Vikres, Lucille. Miss Vikress and the young businessman Herber. Alexander's wedding.

Recently, this matter has become the talk of the highest nobles in the whole of Kul Tiras, although Kul Tiras is prosperous and people are not ashamed to do business, but for the rigid upper nobles, it is the first time that their daughter is married to a merchant.

Many aristocratic ladies secretly speculated that it was because the young and handsome Alexander donated his rich fortune to the Vicres family, who had always been financially strained, that Arthur was obtained. Lord Vicresse's favor.

But there is also gossip that Miss Lucille and Mr. Alexander are genuinely in love, but the Lord has always disagreed with the marriage.

In short, before the wedding started, some psychologically shady guys were ready to watch a good show... Everybody knows, Elena. Madame Vicresse was no fuel-efficient lamp, and in the aristocratic circles of Kul Tiras, the Lordess was almost as famous for her temper as she was for her love for her husband.

"El Knight, give me my personal gift to the newlyweds."

Tyrion hated crowded places, especially those with false smiles on their faces, he shook his hand, and went directly to the wedding place with the knights of the guard, while the heavily armed El Knight, with two retinues behind him, carried a heavy suitcase, and walked into the chattering nobles with a blank face.

A moment later, the waiter's shrill voice rang out in the church:

"The emissary of the Windrunner family of Quel'Salas has arrived!"

This sign made the entire church hall quiet in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on the three knights who were heavily armed and not easy to mess with at first glance, everyone was speculating, and some people were whispering, when did the Vicres family get involved with the high elves of Quel'Thalas?

"No, no, I don't know any elves with the surname Windranger..."

On the second floor of the hall, Arthur, who was having a good conversation with several nobles. Lord Vikreth was also stunned for a moment, and then explained to several nobles around him:

"But as everyone knows, my distant nephew is one of His Majesty's great knights, and he did follow His Majesty Dareen to Quel'Thalas, perhaps his friend."

"Quel'Thalas has always been haughty, and Kurtilas has few High Elves."

Lord Stoxon narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, the kind-natured Lord smiled and said, "Don't you wonder what gifts the elves have given to today's newcomers?" ”

And Lord Ashvan, who was good at business, played with the ring on his finger and said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with the visitor of the Windranger family, which, as you know, is the ancient nobles of Quel'Salas."

"I still feel a little weird."

Lord Vikres, who was the protagonist of the event, frowned and said:

"They appeared a little too suddenly, shouldn't they have handed in the letter first, so that we could prepare... I don't know if those high elves are a bit taboo. ”

"Wow"

While the nobles were talking, the gifts given by the Windranger family had been opened by the waiters, and it was a tradition of the human nobility to open the gifts in front of the guests, which could promote the identity of the guests in front of other guests, and was also an effective means for the nobles to communicate and "show off their wealth".

But when the box was opened, there was a cry of surprise from all who watched it, including many knowledgeable traders.

In the quaint chest, a layer of rich black velvet was padded, and in it, a small tiara appeared to be worn by a woman, a white gold skeleton adorned with mythril, ethereal and ornate decorations in the style of the High Elves, filled with various colored gems on both sides, and in the center of the tiara, a polished ruby of incomparably delicate, under the light of the church lamp, the dove-egg-sized gem shone brightly, enchanting every woman present.

And this crown also shines with a mysterious purple light from time to time under the illumination of the light, obviously, this is still a magical item.

This thing has far exceeded the weight of the "gift" and even quickly alarmed Elena. Mrs. Vikreth and the protagonist of today's wedding, Lucille. Miss Vikres.

"It's too precious."

At the behest of her husband, Mrs. Vikres, who wanted to decline the noble gift, had just uttered this sentence when the Knight replied bluntly:

"This is a gift from the host to the bride, and the host wants to see the bride and groom walk up to the stage with his blessing, therefore, you should not and cannot settle it!"

With that, Al turned and left with his entourage.

On the other side, in the open-air plaza outside the Snowlyn Chapel, Tyrion sat quietly on the bench under the wedding table, waiting for the wedding to begin, he occupied a bench by himself, but no one dared to disturb him.

For beside the square, several cold-looking, heavily armed knights were guarding their master, and the heavy temperament exuded from Tyrion undoubtedly showed the others that this was a big man, and that he did not want to be disturbed.

"Windranger... Mr. ”

A voice sounded behind him, and Tyrion turned his head to see Lord Vikreth standing beside him with a smile, the knight who was over half a hundred years old seemed to be in poor health, his hair was all white, and his body was always a little abnormal, and he was leaning on a black cane, and said to Tyrion:

"I myself am very grateful for your coming, my daughter and my son-in-law must feel very honored, but sir... I still want to ask, did the Windranger family have any dealings with the Vikris family? ”

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes blinked, and a smile appeared on his slightly thin face:

"No, we've never been in touch before, but... His Majesty Dareen and I are truly good friends, and there is a sacred promise between us, that after I have arrived in the field, I have heard that Miss Lucille is about to be married, and I have come to the wedding on my own initiative, and you will not refuse my kindness, right? ”

"Well, of course not."

After listening to Tyrion's words, Lord Vikres's expression changed, but he still responded very politely:

"Your arrival will make my daughter's wedding shine."

"Well, I've seen so much suffering in my past life."

Tyrion turned his head and looked no longer at Lord Vikreis, and said as if to himself:

"I just want to see more beautiful things in the world, which will make me feel that this world is not just about suffering, it will make me feel that this world is still worth saving."

"Bell"

At that moment, the bell rang for the wedding to begin, and the guests came out of the hall one after another, filling the square with benches, and the great men of Kul Tiras sitting in the front row, and Tyrion, who had a bench alone, was so conspicuous that there was still no one to dissuade him.

Lord Vikris walked to the front of the stage with his cane, and the magnetic voice of the Lord reached everyone's ears to the sound of the comfortable wedding music of Kul Tiras:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of a couple!"

"Witnessed by the sea breeze, the sun and the earth of Kurtilas, they will enter a new phase of their lives, and my favorite daughter, Lucille, the pearl of the Vikris family. Vikreth, and the young and promising Herber. Alexander, they will be married in the blessing of all. ”

With the sound of the Lord's voice with a hint of happiness, in the fall of the petals of flowers flying in the sky, Miss Lucille, dressed in a white wedding dress and holding flowers, slowly walked out of the church amid the ethereal singing of children, and everyone's eyes were focused on this young lady, while the eyes of the ladies were fixed on the crown above Lucille's head.

As she went, the sparkling ruby on that crown was enough to drive any woman crazy.

And on the other side, somewhat nervous, young businessman Hurber in a black gift. Alexander also walked up to the Lord, looking at his future wife with a look of affection, and he knew very well how much pressure Lucille had put on his family to be with him.

No matter how much wealth he earned with his wisdom, it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the traditional and old-fashioned aristocracy, and the merchant was always a lowly person.

There are also many people who are fighting for Miss Lucille, how can Drusva, the most noble and beautiful young lady, be married to a businessman?

But, the day has finally come!

Herber. Alexander took a deep breath and straightened his back, this self-made young businessman in Bullars was trying to make himself confident that he could not disgrace the person he loved at today's ceremony.

However, at this romantic moment, Tyrion's eyes were at the end of the square, and behind Lord and Alexander, in the empty shadows, a malevolent figure was slowly approaching, and the King of the Blades could see the dagger in the figure's hand, the sinister gaze under his hood, and the murderous intent in his heart.

There is no doubt that this guy is definitely not here to congratulate this wedding.

"Be careful!"

Miss Lucille, who was walking on the red carpet, clearly saw the light of the knife behind her beloved, and she no longer cared about her own manners, and shouted to the ignorant Alexander:

"Be careful!"

There was a burst of exclamation among the guests, who also saw the dagger behind Alexander's back, and the assassins in red leather armor and swords in their hands appearing around the square.

This scene wiped out the atmosphere of the entire wedding and made Tyrion's eyes gloomy.

"Go on!"

The cold voice resounded in the square, causing all those who tried to scream and flee to feel the heavy pressure on their shoulders, pressing them back to their seats, and the assassin with a grim smile on his face, who was about to stab the poisoned dagger into Alexander's body, was also horrified to find that dark red, cold energy rose from under his feet, like the claws of the devil, imprisoning his body in place.

Including the assassins who jumped out of the shadows, they were also captured by the displeasure of the King of the Dark Blades at this moment, they were grabbed by the neck of the strangled energy and lifted into the air, the feeling of suffocation made them want to scream, but no... The strangled neck could not even make a sound, and could only wait for death in silence and fear.

"I said... Go on! ”

Tyrion's voice rang out in the square again, and as his voice fell, snowflakes fell in the sky, like in place of those petals flying in the sky, filling the road in front of the bewildered bride with beautiful snowflakes that would not melt.

"Don't disturb my good mood... Wedding, continue. ”