My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The young Prince Lordaeron asked excitedly.

"Before that...you answer one of my questions first, Arthas. Do you really want to go to the battlefield to fight those terrible enemies?"

Malone asked seriously.

"Of course! In order to protect my country and my father's subjects, I am willing to take up my sword and fight those enemies-no matter how cruel they are!"

Arthas also answered seriously.

"But before that, you must understand what will happen on the battlefield... Stretch out your hand, Arthas, put it on my chest... What do you feel?"

Malone motioned to Alsace to put his little hand on his left chest, and then asked.

"Hmm...heartbeat?"

Arthas asked hesitantly-he could feel a powerful beating heart, passing the beating rhythm into his palm through Ma Long's strong muscles.

"Yes, the heartbeat... but just a month ago, this heart almost stopped beating-the orc's warhammer smashed my armor and almost flattened my entire chest; I was in a coma and approached one. In a month, everyone thought I would die, and they were almost ready to lose me—if you don’t believe me, you can ask Varian if that’s the case."

Malone said to Arthas.

"That's it, Arthas. We are almost going to lose Ma Long. He almost died in the battle with the orcs; to be honest, his survival can only be said to be a miracle of the Holy Light."

Varian Wrynn nodded and said-during the days when Malone was in a coma, he and Tiffany had been praying for Malone's survival.

"How could this be……"

Arthas murmured, he withdrew his hand from Malone's chest, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the palm of his hand-such a powerful beating heart... almost stopped?

Alsace’s longing for the battlefield in his heart was entirely composed of his galloping on the back of a horse, swinging a sharp sword to assault from side to side, wherever he went, the enemy was frightened—he never thought of this. An event may also end in a scene where you are lying on the cold ground, with enemy spears, arrows, and blades passing through your chest.

"Despite this, I have never regretted fighting those orcs desperately-my sacrifice can be exchanged for the survival of more Storm City citizens. Alsace, the key to the problem is not whether you are old enough to be on the battlefield. It’s about whether you are ready to sacrifice at all times, and have you found someone or faith to sacrifice for...Do you understand what I mean?"

Malone said to Arthas—he knew the boy was smart and could understand what he said.

"Well... I am willing to make sacrifices for Lordaeron's subjects, as well as my father, mother and sister, just like Marlon, you are on the battlefield for the safety of Stormwind."

Arthas raised his head and said seriously-he suddenly felt that he was a little older-this idea was strange. He had always hated admitting that he was still with a child, but this was his true thoughts now.

"It's good if you understand this...I believe that the reason why His Majesty King Terenas does not allow you to attend such a meeting or learn how to fight is because he does not know if you are ready to accept all this— —He doesn’t know whether you want to contact all of this out of curiosity or because you have already planned to take on the future of this country."

"So, Arthas... if you really want to join the meeting with those kings tomorrow, then when your father is free, you can go to meet him, tell him what you think, tell him what you want To understand what happened in the south, to figure out how a real king should handle all this... I think he will agree to your request, because he is a truly wise king and a father who really loves his children. ."

Malone said to Arthas.(To be continued.)

Extra 24

"I know!"

There was a determined expression on Arthas's face. He was almost determined to do what Malone said, but suddenly, he became shaken again.

"what happened?"

Ma Long noticed the change of expression on the boy's face and asked suspiciously.

"Can I...practice here now? I...I don't know how to tell my father...should I go to his study to tell? Or before I go to bed, my father kisses me before my bed? Tell him at good night?"

Arthas said nervously—he had never discussed similar matters with his father so seriously. When he thought of such a scene, he had no confidence in his heart.

"Anything, Arthas... Remember, that is your father. No matter what you do, you will always be his son. And you can treat me and Varian as your listeners, first in our Give a speech in front of you."

Malone comforted Arthas with a smile, and then made a small joke.

"Okay, okay! Um... Father, I... I want to attend... No, I want to attend tomorrow's meeting with other Kings! Because I..."

Arthas thought this was a good idea, so he stood up, pretending that his father was in this room, restrained, and stumbled on his demands.

...

The establishment of friendship between teenagers is often unexpectedly fast, not to mention that Alsace has already regarded Malone as a teacher.

After dinner time came, this time, Alsace did not bring Malone and Varian to the guest's restaurant, but went straight to the restaurant dedicated to the royal family of Lordaeron.

While enjoying lunch, both Malone and Varian Wrynn once admired the magnificent restaurant decoration, but the restaurant dedicated to the Menethil family gave them a completely different feeling.

There is no dazzling, dazzling giant crystal chandelier, no magnificent and golden tablecloths, and no maids and attendants that shuttle back and forth—everything gives a kind of low-key elegance. feel.

A long dining table is placed in the center of the restaurant, and two petite maids in formal dresses are standing at the entrance of the restaurant; when Alsace and others’ feet are on the soft, deep red paved in the restaurant When they were laying on the carpet, the two maids bowed slightly to salute their prince and guests, and then rang a small golden bell hanging by the restaurant door.

...

Kalia is holding a thick book, leaning against a comfortable soft chair to read-the chefs have not yet prepared dinner, during this time, she intends to revisit this classic book.

Kalia’s favorite thing is reading. Although her father, King Terenas, forbids her to read at the table, he thinks that is impolite, but...Kalia can’t control that much because his father is away tonight. Up.

Suddenly, the bell at the entrance of the restaurant rang; Kalia was startled by the sound, she raised her head in confusion, and then saw a familiar face.

"Ma Long... Sir?"

Kalia closed the book in her hand, stood up, looked at Malone in surprise and said.

"Just call me Marlon... Hello, Princess Kalia. Let me introduce, this is the prince of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn. Wrynn, this is Artha. Si's sister, Princess Kalia."

Malone smiled and nodded to Kalia.

"Oh, I forgot...Hello, Prince Varian, welcome to Lordaeron."

After learning the identity of the brown-haired young man in front of him, Kalia was somewhat surprised-she couldn't help but compare Marlon with Varian Wrynn, and felt that the prince of Stormwind It seems a little restrained, but Malone, who is a lower status, is more relaxed.

"Huh? Kalia? Are you here?"

Arthas walked out from behind Malone and Varian Wu Ruien, and was about to bury his head and walk to the table, when he suddenly saw his sister and asked in surprise.

"I've been here for a long time before you saw it? I said Alsace, what are you doing behind the guests? Don't you know that it's very rude?"

Kalia invited Malone and Varian Wrynn to sit down, while scolding her young brother.

"But... I can't help it! If I don't memorize the things on it before going to bed at night... I'll be done!"

Arthas sat beside Kalia, and said distressedly.

"what?"

Kalia tidyed up her dress, then sat back on the chair, and asked curiously—she only noticed that her brother was holding a piece of memo paper in his hand, so she pulled it over and scanned it quickly. Again.

"This is... Alsace, are you really going to tell your father this?"

Kalia looked at her brother in surprise and asked - when did he become so bold?