The food on the table, as Alsace said, is abundant, but not Anduin? It's been a long time since Lothar and his party have eaten such delicious food.

The maids and attendants in the dining-room were all wide-eyed - if they hadn't known in advance that they were guests from the south, they would have thought that these people had entered the palace to eat and drink at the festival!

"Whew...... Belch! ”

Varian? Ureon leaned back in the padded high chair and touched his slightly bulging belly.

"The Light is above...... I've never eaten so bloated! ”

Arthas said in an exaggerated tone - the atmosphere at the table just now was so terrible that he couldn't even control his mouth.

"Thank you, Prince Arthas, for your hospitality and that of your father."

Anduin? Lothar also had a mouthful of oil, but still graciously expressed her gratitude to the only royal family in the room.

"Lord Lothar, don't say that! It's Ma Long who I want to thank, he's now my swordsmanship teacher! ”

Arthas said with a full hiccups.

"Swordsmanship teacher?"

Anduin? Lothar looked at her nephew, wondering when he had gained such a title.

"Informal, ad hoc ......"

Malone hurriedly said - himself or Alonsos? As for Fao's students, they are not a few years older than Alsace, and it is too early for him to be a teacher.

"I see...... Then Marlon, you and Varian will stay with Prince Arthas for a while. Khadgar and I are going to find His Majesty King Terenus. ”

Anduin? Lothar stood up and spoke - there was a need for a careful discussion with King Terenus of Lordaeron about the resettlement of the refugees in Stormwind, the types of supplies needed and how to rearm the army of Stormwind.

"I see."

Malone nodded. I smiled secretly in my heart - it seems that my uncle is not as old-fashioned as Uther, although he is a decent person, but in diplomacy and politics, he really has no intention of suffering losses - making the future king of Stormwind and the prince of Lordaeron friends is a good deal for the current Stormwind City.

……

"Varian, Varian! What did you and my father say in the throne room? ”

Anduin? Lothar and Khadgar walked away. Arthas was no longer inhibited, and he jumped out of his chair excitedly and sat down beside Malone. And then to Varian? Wryon asked.

"I didn't say anything, just the things that happened in the south, the orc invasion, and ...... My father's business......"

Varian? Ureon said with a low mood - he had not yet recovered from the loss of his father.

"Ahh Your father...... It was ......"

Arthas exclaimed. Covered his mouth with his hand.

"Alsace. Shh......h

Marlon patted Arthas on the shoulder, shook his head at him, and whispered - there is nothing more desperate than seeing a loved one assassinated and unable to do anything about it.

"Yes, those orcs...... They killed my father, that ...... That half-breed, she ......"

Varian? The expression on Urian's face distorted slightly, and Arthas felt a little frightened, and he quietly leaned closer to Marlon. Give yourself a little more security.

Malone was silent - did he know Varian? Who is Wryon talking about, the orc named Garona, who killed Varian? Wrynn's father. Brought his head to Orgrim, the Great Chief of the Orcs? The Hammer of Doom, then escaped from the orc's camp, perhaps now in seclusion.

Malone doesn't want to pretend to understand Varian? Wrynn's emotions now, he could only pat the prince of Stormwind on the shoulder as a sign of comfort - any words were superfluous now, because they couldn't make Varian? Wrynn's father came back from the dead.

"I'm fine, Malone. Teacher Lothar said that we must not lose ourselves in hatred, but become stronger under the spur of hatred; Someday I'll avenge my father, someday. ”

Varian? An ugly smile erupted on Urian's face and he said to Malone.

"Of course, I'll help you."

Malone replied.

"Are you friends? Very good friends? ”

Arthas interjected.

"That's right, Prince Alsace, Marlon and I are very good friends. We grew up together, and Tiffany...... We are all friends. ”

Varian? Ureon said to Arthas.

"I don't have any friends...... Kalia is my sister, and she can't seem to be considered a friend......"

Arthas said with some distress - Ding Buwang, a member of the royal family of Lordaeron, has only two children in this generation of the Minethil family, he and Kalia; Due to the limitations of his status, it was difficult for Alsace to reach and play with children his age.

"It's okay, Arthas, didn't I say it before, you and Varian are friends now."

Malone smiled and said to Arthas - this little guy who had lived in the palace for a long time was overprotected by his parents, and a child of his age could not do without a playmate.

"Yes, we're friends now, I'll call you Alsace in the future."

Varian? Wryon said without saying anything.

"Good! Let's go to my room, and I'll show you my toys and a lot of fun stuff. ”

Arthas jumped out of his chair in high spirits and greeted Marlon and Varian? Wryon said, forgetting that his two new friends were long past the age of "playing with toys."

"Let's go, Varian, I'd like to hear what you and His Majesty King Terenus have discussed."

Malone got up from his chair and said to Varian? Ureon said.

……

The rooms in Alsace are huge, which makes Varian? Wryon was envious—his room in the Stormwind Palace was pitifully small by comparison.

"Tell me, how did it feel to participate in such a meeting for the first time?"

Marlon found a soft cushion and sat on the ground against the slats of Alsace's large bed. Wryon asked.

Alsace heard Marlon and Varian? The conversation between Wryon also increased his interest, and he quickly stopped looking for novelties to share with these two new friends, and made it to Marlon's side, listening carefully to Varian? Wrynn's next words.

"What else? Anyway, I don't have the right to speak...... It's just that I feel that this kind of discussion is so serious, I sweat a lot, and I'm nervous to death...... Originally, Ma Long, didn't you say that you would go in with me? ”

Varian? Urian sat across from Malone and grumbled dissatisfied. (To be continued.) )