My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Vereesa said to her little friend in distress.

"Yes, yes! We heard wild cats calling outside the tent!"

Jaina nodded quickly to agree with Vereesa's words.

"wildcat?"

Arthas shook his hands as he was clearing the tent, stood up, turned his head, and asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Wildcat! It's weird... Alsace, didn't you hear the cat's call?"

Vereesa looked at Arthas suspiciously and asked.

"It should be... I heard..."

Arthas vaguely said.

"It's the kind of... very thin and sharp calls, babbling... as if it didn't stop after I fell asleep! It's so annoying."

Vereesa said angrily.

"What kind of wild cat? That's obviously...uh..."

Frostmourne stood beside Arthas, yelling at Vereesa angrily, but was soon covered by Arthas.

"what?"

Vereesa looked suspiciously at Arthas and Frostmourne who were in trouble, wondering what had happened.

"Nothing, nothing, it's a wild cat, it's a wild cat..."

While covering Frostmourne's mouth to prevent her from telling the truth, Arthas comforted Vereesa and said.

"Oh... I also find it very strange. I have only seen bobcats in Quel'Thalas. They are a group of very vicious big guys, but wild cats... I have never seen them before, nor have they heard their calls. "

Vereesa said distressedly.

"Me too... We wanted to drive away the wild cats, but Sister Sylvanas disagreed, saying that doing so would cause trouble... What is the trouble?"

Jaina asked Sylvanas curiously.

"Ma...no trouble, hurry up and eat, Jaina, Vereesa! After eating, we will continue on our way!"

Sylvanas blushed, her hand who was playing with the slices of bread paused, and then took out the majesty of a sister, forcibly suppressing the doubts in the hearts of the sisters-because they have been together in the palace of Lordaeron for so long The reason, Jaina sometimes is the same as Vereesa, calling Alleria and Sylvanas sisters.

...

"You said to Vereesa and Jaina... is that a wild cat calling?"

During breakfast, Arthas couldn't help being curious, and approached Sylvanas slightly and asked in a very small voice.

"Shut up, you...rogue/gangster!"

Sylvanas squeezed a few vicious words from between her teeth-facing Alsace's teasing, she just wanted to punch Alsace hard in the face.

——What's wrong with this sex/ghost prince?If it wasn't for him to do that shameless thing regardless of occasion, why bother yourself and two ignorant silly girls explaining why there are wild cats in the quiet woods at night?

"Alright alright……"

Arthas shrugged and did not continue to embarrass Sylvanas.

But... the cry of a wild cat?But she can think of it!It seems that Sylvanas, although his temper is as bad as in the original time flow, he is not so boring!

——A smile appeared at the corner of Alsace's mouth.

...

On the edge of the silver pine forest, a small but old castle stands on the hills where woods and grasses interact.

The tall minaret, the mottled city wall, and the rusty chain on the suspension bridge not only prove that the castle is indeed very old, but also show that the owner here... is indeed a bit... lacking financial resources.

The fact is exactly the same. Baron Ferrer Silvalian is standing in front of his castle, with his wife Baroness Dia Silvalian by his side, as well as several accompanying servants.

Whether it is the baron or his wife, they wear their most decent clothes as much as possible, but from the green cashmere hat that does not match the black tuxedo from the baron, and the jagged lace/silk on the side of the baroness's long skirt It can be seen that the clothes on them, like their old castle, are a bit old.

"You...you say you are...do you really are..."

Lord Baron did not have time to consider the embarrassment of his clothes at this time. He looked at the tall young man in front of him in a riding outfit with golden lace and stammered to ask something.

However, even though Baron Silvalian's face was flushed, he still couldn't express his meaning clearly.(To be continued.)

738 Jaina's Mission

"You want to ask... Am I the Prince Arthas of Lordaeron? Menethil?"

Arthas looked at the embarrassed Baron Silvalian and asked helplessly.

"Yes, it is……"

Baron Silvalien nodded and stammered in reply.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, a guard reported to the Lord Baron who was having lunch in the castle that several guests suddenly visited.

When Baron Silvalian asked about the identity of the guest, the guard's face became hesitant, and then whispered a name that made Lord Baron slip off his chair.

"Alsace Menethil, Lord Baron, that man said he is our prince."

The guard replied.

When Baron Silvalian hurriedly changed into his most formal clothes and planned to welcome the prince, his husband gently reminded him whether he needed to confirm the identity of the prince.

After all, in this remote place, posing as a relative of a big figure from the royal city can indeed bring a lot of income to some small gangsters-of course, no one has dared to pretend to be a royal family.

Silvalian obeyed his wife, but when he saw Arthas, the two gorgeous carriages, and four beautiful ladies-among them there were two high elves, he felt that even this His Royal Highness is an impersonation, and his identity and wealth must be his unattainable existence.

"No matter how many times you ask, Baron Silvalian, my answer is the same... but I believe you have no way to verify my identity, so you might as well consider it as real. Anyway, I am here. The purpose of coming has nothing to do with my identity."

Arthas shook his head, turned around and beckoned to Jaina, motioning her to come to him.

"But, Prince Arthas, why are you here because...I remember that last year's taxation I had already paid in... The Holy Light is on, there is nothing wrong with it?"

Baron Silvalian had already forgotten his wife's reminder. He instinctively admitted the identity of Arthas, and then suspected that the prince... was here to urge himself to pay taxes.

"The Holy Light, Prince Arthas, if there is anything wrong, it must be our clerk who has done tricks... It has absolutely nothing to do with my husband. I will ask someone to arrest him and torture him. ..."

Obviously, the Baroness Silvalian also believed in Alsace's identity, and the slightly clever fat lady had already figured out a way to exonerate her husband.

"Stop! I came here and your taxes have nothing to do... Listen to me, this is Lady Jaina Proudmoore from Dalaran, who is now serving as a court mage in my father's palace, she was ordered here Perform secret missions, and you...have to cooperate fully, understand?"