My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"You still hide something like this? Where did it come from?"

Ma Long asked in surprise-although the memory he got from this body was a bit incomplete, he also knew that the refugees from Stormwind fled aboard the ship in a hurry.

Like Varian Wrynn, when he escaped from Stormwind Fortress, he didn’t even have time to carry his clothes, presumably other nobles and ministers were like this; then... Varian Wrynn and Tiffany , Where did you get this small bottle of wine again?It was also given by merchants and ministers?

"Steal!"

Varian Wrynn said to Malone with a smug look.

"Steal? You... are you crazy? Are you afraid that my uncle will know?"

Malone looked at Varian Wrynn in surprise—he knew what a harsh elder Anduin Lothar was. If he knew about Varian Wrynn, the future King of Stormwind would steal it. Things... Malone felt that Varian Wrynn had to peel off his skin if he died.

"No... I didn't steal it, it was Tiffany and her... Teacher Lothar wouldn't know about it, right?"

Sure enough, when Anduin Lothar was mentioned, Varian Wrynn immediately got down. He looked at Malone carefully, and tentatively asked.

"Probably not... but Tiffany... Miss, where did you steal this thing?"

Ma Long looked at Tiffany and Varian Wrynn helplessly-these two people, the future king and queen of Stormwind, did not do anything wrong, so they just stole things?

"Call me Tiffany! When, Malone, did you see me like this?"

Tiffany, who was holding the wine bottle and smelling the wine, listened to Malone's words and immediately said in displeasedness.

"Well, Tiffany...what did you steal this bottle of wine for?"

Only then did Ma Long remembered that the original owner of this body was close friends with Tiffany and Varian Wrynn, and his way of speaking did seem a little unusual.

"Of course it's to celebrate Malone, you recovered from your injury! This bottle of wine is my father's favorite. Before fleeing, he only took this with him, not even the title deed of the most expensive shop on the canal in Stormwind. Pay attention!"

Tiffany blinked and said to Malone-don't look at the small bottle, but the wine in it is worth more than a few houses in her father's eyes.(To be continued.)

Extraordinary (8)

"Steal... to celebrate my healing?"

Malone asked in disbelief—he couldn't understand what Tiffany was thinking—is there no other way to celebrate?

"Okay, then... The banquet celebrating Malone's recovery... officially begins!"

Tiffany loudly announced the non-existent banquet somewhat mischievously, and then took the small bottle in her hand and poured a gulp of wine into her belly.

"Ma Long, here you are!"

After taking a sip of wine, Tiffany seemed to be a little drunk, her cheeks were slightly drunk, and she handed the bottle in her hand to Malone in a naive manner.

"Ok……"

Ma Long and Tiffany’s father were not familiar, so naturally he wouldn’t think about returning things to the original owner. With curiosity, he took the bottle that Tiffany had just drunk and took a sip.

Smacking his lips, Malone felt that this wine was no different from the wine he had drunk on the earth before. It had a bit of astringent feeling on his tongue, and it was a bit bitter. Maybe he did not have that talent. The taste of wine; instead of this bitter and astringent red juice, he would rather eat the red grapes directly.

"Varian, it's you."

Malong handed the bottle in his hand to Varian Wrynn, who was standing aside—this time, he omitted the title of "His Royal Highness"—if his memory was correct, the previous owner of this body, That's how I called Varian Wrynn.

"Hey... the rest is mine!"

Varian Wrynn laughed out of grace, then raised his head and poured all the wine into his stomach-the Wrynn family has always been known for benevolence, and the taxes collected are not much. King Ryan Wrynn was stricter than his godson. Young Varian Wrynn didn't actually have any chance to enjoy this kind of upper class life. This kind of high-end wine was hard to drink.

Tiffany seemed to be really drunk. She walked swayingly two steps towards Ma Long, and then slammed forward; if Ma Long had not been able to hold her with swift eyes, her majesty the future queen of Stormwind He must have fallen to the ground.

"Hehe...Malone, do you know? From the very first moment we got on the boat, I stole this bottle of wine from my father and hid it in Varian, waiting for you to wake up and we drink together... "

"But I went to see you several times, and you have been unconscious all the time; Archbishop Faor said that you were badly hurt, and I called your name loudly in your ear, and you did not answer me...uuu...i I thought you would never wake up..."

But it seems that Tiffany didn’t realize her danger. She snuggled into Ma Long’s arms, and while trying to reach Ma Long’s face, she continued to talk about her worries after Ma Long was injured, and finally even Weeping.

"Okay, I see, Tiffany, don't cry..."

Ma Long coaxed Tiffany with helpless words-the girl's exquisite figure was twisting nervously in his arms, and the breath from her mouth was a little bit of grape-scented aroma, more disturbing than the most expensive wine Infatuated.

A Tiffany who was drunk and groping on her body, still crying, had already made Malone feel good enough, and Varian Wrynn didn't seem to be drinking too much over there.

A "boom" came from behind Malone. He looked back while holding Tiffany in his arms-the future king of Stormwind had fallen on the wooden bed, his eyes squinted, and a slobber from Varian Urie The corners of Eun's mouth flowed down-this guy actually fell asleep like this.

"This...I..."

Malone looked at the naive Tiffany and Varian, who was already drunk to death? Wrynn-didn't he just say to celebrate his healing?How can I become the nanny of two drunks for some reason?

...

"Ma Long, what's wrong with you? Didn't you rest last night?"

Early the next morning, when Malone appeared in Alonthos Faw’s cabin, the respected archbishop was surprised to see the dark circles of his newly acquired disciple, and couldn’t help but ask with concern. .

"This is complicated to explain, Teacher Faor..."

Malone rubbed his eyebrows, and replied with a wry smile—Yesterday, his two bad friends, Tiffany Ellaland and Varian Wrynn, were all drunk, and Malone had taken a lot of money. It took her strength to ask Tiffany’s parents’ cabin and sent the drunken girl back. As for finding out that her good wine had been stolen, would Tiffany’s father, Earl of Landon? Malone can't control that much of his daughter.

Besides, Malone was quite envious of the drunk Tiffany-sober he couldn't sleep at all in the bumpy cabin, which is why Alonthos Faor saw the dark circles under his eyes.

"Then don't care, Ma Long; time is precious, and I will teach you to use the power of the Holy Light--it just so happens that there are a few holy arts that I know can get you out of fatigue..."

Alonthos Fao changed the subject very understandingly, he waved gently to Malone, motioned him to sit down beside him, and then began to teach him some introductory holy arts.

...

Ma Long does not believe in the Holy Light. To be honest, he does not even know what the Holy Light is; but this does not prevent him from making rapid progress under the teachings of Alonthos Fao, because he inherited Naaru The core of the Holy Light itself is a "power plant" of the Holy Light.

Holy magic, as the name suggests, is the way priests harness the power of the Holy Light; Alonthos Faor and his disciples used these Holy Arts to treat the sickness and wounds of the refugees in Stormwind, and avoid the war. More people died.

Even the well-informed Alonthos Fawr was surprised at the affinity between his new disciple and the Holy Light, and his "talent" in learning sacred art-he even suspected that this young man was very Whether the piety of light has surpassed oneself.

Although the power of the light core has brought great convenience to Malone, he still did not slow down the pace of learning because of this; every time he returned from Alonthos Faw, he would continue to practice against the Holy Spirit. The control of light-there are many existences and powers in this world that make him feel in awe. Considering the strength of his possible enemies, Ma Long is unwilling to give up even the slightest opportunity to become stronger.

Malone doesn’t think he is a genius—he was not when he was on earth, and he certainly was not in this world—the nucleus of light, and Alonthos Faor’s precious pointers, he was in this world. The only reliance to settle down and live.

...

After another day of training, Ma Long walked out of his cabin, looked at the dim night around him, and let out a long sigh of relief.(To be continued.)

Fanwai Shengguangqi (9) Tiffany's Love

Just as Malone was about to go around on the deck, he suddenly saw a familiar figure-not far from his right front, Tiffany was hiding behind several barrels, watching secretly Yourself.

Perhaps she noticed Ma Long’s gaze, and the girl quickly hid her figure in the shadow of those wooden barrels, as if she had never appeared before--if it hadn’t been for the deja vu skirt that had sold her. .