My Frostmourne can't be so cute

In these few days in the palace of Lordaeron, Marlon and Varian Wrynn have almost become regular guests of the Menethil family’s special restaurant, while the owners of the palace, King Terenas and Queen Leanne, There are too many guests who need to be accompanied and almost always eat in the guest restaurant-in contrast, there is a sense of drama that does not distinguish between host and guest.

When Malone and Varian Wrynn walked into the restaurant, the pretty maid rang the bell as usual. Kalya and Arthas, who were already seated at the table and started to eat, raised their heads and looked at the door of the restaurant. Involuntarily smiled.

"You are here, Ma Long, today's lunch is your favorite steak."

Kalia Menethil used a gorgeous table knife to cut the richly fragrant steak on the plate, while sneaking a glance at Ma Long, and saw that the other party was sitting in danger, and did not look sideways to pay attention to the food being served. When she was a pretty maid, Kalia's mood suddenly became a lot more cheerful.

"That's great, Varian was so slow just now, I'm almost starving to death..."

Ma Long's index finger moved, he picked up the knife and fork in his hand, regardless of the dining etiquette, forked a whole steak to his mouth, bit off most of it in one bite, and chewed hard.

Kalia is right. Among the craftsmanship of the royal chef of the Menethil family, Malone’s favorite is indeed steak. It’s not because of anything else, but he is not used to eating most of the exquisite food. The fishy mutton first, on the contrary, the steak, which is a bit greasy but full of weight and appetizing sauce, is very popular here.

"Varian, what happened to him?"

Kalia put down the knife and fork in her hand, gently wiped the corners of her lips with the napkin tied to her chest, and then asked curiously.(To be continued.)

Extra 40

"Oh, don’t mention it... You don’t know, Teacher Lothar, and Ma Long will soon return to Nanhai Town, where they will prepare a war with the orcs, but they decided to leave me behind. Here, don’t let me go with them...what’s the truth? I want to go to the battlefield too!"

Varian Wrynn was so frustrated that he couldn't eat any food. He prodded his plate with a fork and complained loudly.

"Is that so? That's really bad... The same is true for my father, Varian. He didn't allow me to do anything. One time I was in the manor on Lordamere Lake and wanted to ride that beautiful horse. Little horse, but his father said..."

Arthas seemed to understand Varian Wrynn's current mood, and he also left his own food, echoing Varian Wrynn's words.

...

Just as Arthas and Varian Wrynn vomited bitterness to each other and "confided" each other's elders' discipline to them, Malone noticed that the Kalia opposite him seemed to be something wrong.

"Kalia, what's the matter with you?"

Malone put down the knife and fork, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then asked caringly-he noticed that from the very beginning, Kalia had become a little desperate.

"I... Malone, are you leaving?"

Kalia hesitated for a while, then lowered her eyelids, lowered her voice and asked.

"Yeah, according to Uncle Anduin's plan, we will soon return to Nanhai Town-if the orcs are to continue their attacks northward, Hillsbrad Hills must be their only way. We It is necessary to gather the soldiers from various countries together, let them get acquainted with each other, and at the same time tell them some important points to pay attention to when fighting the orcs...This is not an easy job."

Malone shook his head exaggeratedly.

"You...Which day do you leave?"

Kalia asked again.

"Who knows... Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow... Anyway, the sooner the better."

Malone shrugged pretentiously, he hadn't heard the loss in Kalia's tone.

"You...can't you stay? Just like Varian?"

Kalia finally raised her head. She stared at Ma Long's face, her hands under the dining table were tightly gripping the hem of her cream-white palace dress. She seemed to be fainted by such a sentence. It's the same.

"Stay? No way... Teacher Faor canonized me as a paladin, but he didn't let me stay in the back of the battlefield... Besides, Kalia, you know, the next war with the orcs will be fierce, I I also want to do my best to help Uncle Anduin, so..."

Malone thought for a while and replied.

"I don't know what war, what battlefield, and I don't want to know."

To Malone's expectation, Kalia reversed her usual gentle and quiet temperament and interrupted herself somewhat unreasonably.

"This one……"

Ma Long glanced at Varian Wrynn next to him with some embarrassment, and found that the latter was still complaining face to face with Arthas, and Kalya had been staring at him with piercing eyes, so he could only be embarrassed. Smiled happily.

"Sorry, Ma Long, I didn't mean that, I just... Ma Long, would you accompany me for a walk?"

Kalia also realized that her tone was a little wrong, and she quickly apologized to Malone, and then whispered.

"Now? Yes, yes, but I haven't finished my lunch yet..."

Malone said, looking at the half steak on his plate.

"It doesn't matter, then wait for you to finish eating."

Kalia shook her head, then raised an arm, squatted gently on the snow-white tablecloth of the dining table, holding her cheeks, and staring attentively at the steak on Malone’s plate. The half-scorched cooked/meat disappeared quickly.

Under the crystal clear wrist, the long sleeves of the light gauze palace dress worn by Kalia faded down like a tide, exposing the white and pink skin on the forearm under the silk cloth-even though the lighting in the restaurant is not very bright. Okay, but I don't know why, Ma Long suddenly had a dazzling feeling-is it an illusion?

In addition to this strange feeling, Malone is really fidgeting-being stared at by Kalia, although the other party did not urge him, there is an inexplicable tension on the table, it seems that even his teeth and The lower jaw does not listen, instinctively speeds up the speed of chewing.

"Okay, I'm finished."

He wiped out the big steak on the plate three times, then stuffed two pieces of butter bread into his mouth, and swallowed it hard with clean water. Only then did Malone wipe his hands and mouth with a napkin. Said to Kalia.

"Yeah! Let's go then!"

Kalia seemed to be satisfied with Malone's quick speed, she stood up, and a maid dragged her chair back to make room for free movement.

"Only the two of us?"

Ma Long sat in his chair and asked in surprise.

"Of course! Is there any problem?"

Kalia raised her delicate eyebrows, glanced at Arthas and Varian Wrynn, who were still discussing how to resist the "tyranny/politics/oppression/oppression" of their elders, and then asked back.

"Well, no."

Malone shook his head, stood up, followed Kalia, and walked out of the restaurant.

After a while, Varian Wrynn, who was immersed in sharing a similar experience with Arthas, was pulled back to reality by his groaning belly, and then surprised to find that his good friend had disappeared.

"Huh? Where's Malone?"

The prince of Stormwind grabbed a glass full of bright red wine, moistened his somewhat dry throat, and then said to himself in doubt.

...

Malone was facing a somewhat embarrassing situation at this time-walking along the corridor of the restaurant exit to the beautiful garden in the Palace of Lordaeron, Kaliya did not take the step into the garden, but approached herself. A little bit, and then slightly raised her arm.

"What's the matter, Malone? In Lordaeron, as a gentleman, when walking with a lady, you have to hold each other's arm... Isn't there such a manner in Stormwind?"

Kalia's lips had an inexplicable smile, and she said in a tone that seemed to be angry and coquettish.

"I am not very clear about etiquette, but since Kalia, you said that, okay..."