My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"If I say I'm just being polite...you believe it?"

Malone spread his hands and explained to Benedictus.

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"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas! Where are you?"

Malone shouted as he walked in the garden near the Throne Hall of Lordaeron Palace.

Although he knew almost nothing about this palace, since Kalia had asked him to ask, Malone still looked for the naughty Arthas in the garden with an attitude of help.

The garden is not large, and the view is still open; Malone carefully checked the flowers and under the stone tables and benches, and found no trace of Alsace, so he planned to go through another exit of the garden. Go there and look for it.

"Hey! Hey! Lord Knight! Hey!"

Just as Ma Long passed the exit of the garden and walked into a dense boulevard, he suddenly heard a slight shout from his right.

It wouldn't be so coincidental - Ma Long looked at the trees on his right with suspicion.

Easily, Ma Long discovered the anomaly—he saw a piece of white cloth on the prosperous canopy of a small tree as tall as a person.

Ma Long approached the small tree and took a closer look—it turned out to be a small... fart/strand—light breeches made of white cloth were exposed outside the canopy, and a pair of small leather boots kept standing. The canopy was pedaling and shaking, and some vague sound was coming from the canopy.

"Alsace... Your Royal Highness?"

Malone hadn't seen Alsace when he was a child-even if he did, he couldn't recognize Arthas through a fart/strand and a pair of feet, so he asked.

"It's me! I'm here! Here! Come around!"

The slightly immature voice became clearer this time, so Malone followed Alsace's instructions and walked around to the opposite side of the small tree.

Seeing the sight on the other side of the tree canopy, Ma Long couldn't help but want to laugh-a dirty head came out of the canopy, looking at himself with a bitter expression.(To be continued.)

Extra 17

Short blond hair, half-blue and half-green eyes, and a beautiful face-Malone really did not expect that Arthas could be regarded as a "beautiful man" when he was young.

"You...who are you? I have never seen you in the palace... Are you a nobleman's guard? Or a knight?"

When young Arthas saw Ma Long, his face was wary; but he quickly realized that this was his father's palace, so he regarded Ma Long as the guard of a nobleman.

"Neither, I am a guest from the south... Prince Arthas, what's the matter with you?"

While introducing himself, Malone asked with a smile on his face—I don't know why there was a lot of dust on Alsace's face, and he looked like a gray-headed cat.

"Guests from the South? Are they the ones from the South who are meeting with my father? Is the meeting over? It's really bad...If I didn't step on my foot, it would be fine..."

After hearing what Malone had said, Arthas said annoyedly.

"No, the meeting is not over yet, but... I'll get you out of here first..."

Ma Long looked at Arthas who was "trapped" in the canopy, and said helplessly.

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"Thank you, my lord... what should I call you?"

Arthas stood in front of Malone and said politely.

"Just call me Marlon, I'm Anduin Lothar's nephew, and my uncle is meeting with your father."

Malone looked at Arthas and couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and brushed off the few leaves that were still sticking to Arthas's shoulder—he broke a lot of branches before removing the Prince of Lordaeron from that tree now. "Saved" from the unrecognizable little tree.

"Is that Anduin? Sir Lothar? It's that...the first warrior of Stormwind?"

Alsace allowed Malone to flick around on his shoulder, and his attention was focused on Malone's introduction.

"Yes... but if you talk about this to my uncle, he will definitely deny what the'first warrior' is saying..."

Malone said with a smile—even the famous Alsace was no different from ordinary boys when he was young—the interest in horse-riding and warfare far exceeds other aspects.

"But those merchants and sailors from the south say so! By the way, Ma... Lord Ma Long, are you also a fighter?"

Arthas stared at Malone in surprise-it was the first time he knew that Stormwind didn't have the title of "First Warrior".

"Yes, I am a warrior, but I am also a'priest'... Besides, Prince Arthas, you don't have to call me an adult, and you don't need to use honorific titles, because I don't have my own title yet."

Malone nodded and said to Arthas.

"A warrior and a priest? The holy light is on, you...you are really amazing! Well, in that case, I also allow you to call me Arthas, so that we are even."

Arthas said triumphantly.

"Well, Arthas... but I wonder if you can explain why you appear in the canopy of this tree?"

Ma Long nodded, and then asked, pointing to the small tree next to which had fallen on the ground.

"Yes... it's like this... My father wouldn't let me join him in today's rally, but I heard those maids say that there were guests coming from the south, so I wanted to climb up and have a look, but I fell off and wore them. In that tree...Fortunately, Marlon, you saved me, or if my father or Ms. Goslos finds out, I will be punished for copying books... By the way, you won't tell my father about this ?"

Arthas explained why he was stuck in a tree, and then he looked at Malone and asked.

"I won't tell King Terenas about this... but who is Ms. Grosslose?"

Ma Long asked suspiciously—he had heard the name in the mouth of his sister in Arthas, Princess Kalia.

"Ms. Grossloss is the chief maid in this palace, she is fierce!"

Arthas seemed to have been reprimanded by the lady Goslos, he said with lingering fear.

"By the way, Arthas, I just met your sister. She is very worried about you and is looking for you everywhere."

Malone remembered why he came back to look for Arthas, and said quickly.

"You mean Kalia? I won't go... She and her father are in the same group, and they treat me as a child... I'm not young anymore, I'm so tall!"

Arthas seemed to resent his sister.

"No matter how tall you are, Princess Kalia is your elder sister... And, Arthas, haven't you ever thought that if Kalia can't find you, you will talk to your father about it in a hurry? How to do?"

Malone said to Arthas like a kid.

"Yeah! But... I still want to climb up!"

Arthas suddenly realized, but still turned his head reluctantly and glanced diagonally upward.

Malong followed Alsace’s gaze—behind the row of trees, was part of the palace of Lordaeron’s palace; at the top of the little tree that Alsace had just trapped, it happened to be open. There was a vague voice of conversation coming out of the window of his house—Malone could vaguely distinguish the voices of Anduin Lothar and Alonthos Faor.

"This is the back wall of the Throne Hall? But Arthas, you can't climb on it, it's too dangerous. Let's go find your sister quickly."