My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Ma Long couldn't help but walked to the barrel, and saw Tiffany squatting on the deck with her head in her arms, her eyes closed, and a word in her mouth, as if praying not to be found.

"If the Holy Light answers your prayers so easily, then we don't need such a thing as piety."

Malone said with a smile.

"Yeah! You found it!"

Tiffany opened her eyes, pursed her mouth a little annoyed, and said angrily.

"What are you doing here?"

Malone reached out to Tiffany and asked curiously.

"Baking in the sun!"

Tiffany stood up from the deck while holding Malone's hand, and answered slyly.

"Where is the sun here?"

Malone couldn't help laughing—except for looking like a sly fox, the crappy excuse Tiffany made had nothing to do with the word "sly".

"Then I just came out to see the moon! Malone, you talk more and more like the priests of those North County monasteries, old-fashioned... you used to talk like this!"

Tiffany's obvious lie has been exposed, but if nothing happened, she accuses Malone of not.

"I was no different from those pastors. I am now a disciple of Archbishop Faor... Tiffany, your father didn't blame you, right?"

Ma Long let go of the hand held by Tiffany and asked with concern-he hadn't seen this lively girl for several days, I don't know if it was because this guy stole her father when we met last time. The reason for a small bottle of expensive wine.

"Of course not! Why does my father blame me?"

Tiffany blinked and asked inexplicably-the little hand that was freed by Malone grabbed in the air like angrily, seemingly dissatisfied with Malone's actions just now.

"Didn't you steal his wine? Don't tell me he hasn't found it yet."

Ma Long asked in surprise-when he sent Tiffany back to her parents, the gentle middle-aged earl seemed to have smelled the truth from the alcohol on his daughter.

"You mean this... My father didn't blame me!"

Tiffany walked out from behind the barrel, answering and walking towards the edge of the deck.

"Why? Isn't that bottle of wine more expensive than several houses?"

Ma Long followed behind Tiffany and asked curiously.

"My father said, the better the wine, the more you have to share it with your friends, Ma Long, you are my friend, so I did nothing wrong... But my father said, Ma Long, you have some problems with your taste. Without telling the quality of the wine, he said that he would have a chance to have a serious talk with you! Hehe, you are miserable!"

Tiffany briskly turned around on the deck, a dazzling phantom was drawn across the air with her skirt, she looked at Malone, and said gleefully.

"Okay... Then what have you been doing these days?"

Malone couldn't laugh or cry-the logic of the Earl of Airaram was really strange.

"It's mother... She locked me in the cabin. I have to figure out what I did wrong. Really... It was my father who said good things for me before I was released!"

Tiffany said angrily again, her slightly bulging cheeks looked like a little squirrel.

"What did you do wrong?"

Ma Long asked curiously.

"Anyway... Anyway, it has nothing to do with you!"

Tiffany suddenly looked a little flustered, she glared at Malone and curled her lips. Under the bright moonlight, two clouds of flying clouds appeared on her fair and pretty face.

Ma Long smiled-he probably guessed the reason-Tiffany was drunk, and it is a trivial thing to behave drunkenly; a beautiful girl like her is already great in the eyes of men. The temptation; if it’s not for yourself, replace it with someone who is plotting badly...

It doesn’t even need to be ill-informed-if Varian Wrynn is not drunk, if Marlon Lothar is not replaced by himself, as long as these two young people are more courageous and desire more of the opposite sex. ...

Ma Long believes that the Countess of Airaram in the upper class should have heard of a lot of dirty/dirty things related to the nobility, and it is excusable to be strict with her daughter-if there is any accident, Faced with the future king of Stormwind and the only heir of the Lothar family, the Ellaran family, whose only daughter has lost her virginity, can only suffer a dumb loss, right?

"Ma Long, what are you thinking?"

Tiffany felt she was being ignored, she lifted the skirt and walked forward two steps, stretched out her little white hand and shook it in front of Malone, and asked loudly.

"Nothing...Then, the ban was finally lifted, what are you doing here?"

Ma Long put the thoughts in his mind behind his head and asked.

"Look at the moon!"

Tiffany replied absent-mindedly—she didn't seem to be interested in the moon, but instead paid more attention to the sparse beard growing on Malone's jaw.

"The moon..."

Ma Long raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and let out a long sigh.

He raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think about his hometown; but when Ma Long, who was in another world, raised his head, he could not find the shadow of his hometown at all.

There are two moons in the world of Azeroth, the blue one is smaller and taller, called "Blue Boy"; the white one is larger and shorter, called "Mrs in White".

The bright double moons lined up on both sides of the horizon, shining on the fleet sailing on the endless sea, illuminating Malone and Tiffany on the deck, but could not dispel Malone's heart of being alone in a foreign land for strangers.

"Ma Long, you are thinking about other things again... Did you so impatient when you were with me?"

Tiffany snorted and dragged Malone back from some negative thoughts.

"of course not."

Ma Long shook his head and replied-he felt that the girl in front of him seemed to have some... strange feelings for himself, or for the original owner of this body.

This discovery made Malone feel a little surprised—could it be that in the original Azeroth world, the reason why Varian Wrynn was able to become the husband of Tiffany Ellaran was entirely because of... Malone Lothar’s Died in battle?

"Ma Long, you said... can we still return to Stormwind City?"

Tiffany raised her head and looked at Malone's face, and suddenly asked.

"Of course, and... that day is not far away."

Malone nodded and replied-this is the truth, the Alliance defeated the orcs under the leadership of Anduin Lothar and King Terenas, which is the next few years.

"That's fine, then we can..."

Under the watery moonlight, Tiffany whispered softly as vain as a dream. In the few childhood memories of the girl, the promise from the young man in front of him can only be fulfilled somewhere in Stormwind. Of it!(To be continued.)

Extraordinary Holy Light Knight (10) Benedictus

When the sun rose the next day, Malone stood in front of the cabin of Archbishop Alonthos Fawr, raised his hand and knocked on the door while letting out a chuckle.