The Fate of the Gunman

"Sorry, Lancer, let you do something you don't like."

When King Lane was still alive, Lancer had accepted the award for resisting the orc army with Lothar, but Lancer refused the award ceremony and only accepted the armor, Lothar knew that Lancer’s character belonged to not. People who like to show up too much, but now that the Kingdom of Stormwind has just been established, in Lothar's view, any opportunity to increase Varian's prestige should not be given up, so Lancer came out from the public portal with a big fanfare.

In response to Lothar's reaction, Lancer just smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Do we still need this? And it's not that I can't show people, I just don't like being watched. If I can help you, what's the big deal?"

Lothar had already talked to Lancer about his plan before. Since Lancer chose to agree, he would not criticize each other again. What's more, although he didn't care about this kind of thing, he also saw Olga Marie who seemed to be in a good mood. I can't help but feel good.

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ps: I was finally discharged from the hospital... The morals I owed before will find a chance to pay back... Hey, I can't eat watermelon, it's painful...

Chapter Twelve Countess Katrana Presto

When Lancer was talking to Lothar, he obviously noticed that Varian, who was sitting opposite him, looked a little restless, and Lancer could probably guess why he was like this.

He who had been'dead in the battle' suddenly appeared, which inevitably reminded him of someone who was on the same battlefield as Lancer, but he didn't know how to speak, so he seemed hesitant. Lancer was also straightforward. Spoke up.

"Your Majesty Varian... I'm very sorry."

Although Lancer didn't say anything clearly, the answer was already obvious. Varian, who was fidgeting, was stunned when he heard Lancer's words, and then showed a wry smile.

"Your Excellency Lancer, there is no need to say more, in fact I have already accepted it, but..."

Although he said that he accepts it, the bitterness on the other party's face cannot be concealed. After all, as a son of man, who doesn't want his father to be by his side?

Looking at the strong Varian in front of him, Lancer couldn't help but think of his figure on the shore watching them when they left. The once mature and handsome Lothar became an old man with a white beard, and the ignorant boy also became A wise king.

"As an outsider, it may not be too time for me, but I think your father will be proud of you when he sees you like this."

"Thank you……"

When the carriage stopped in front of the palace, the door of the carriage was pushed open. Lothar got out of the carriage first, followed by Varian. At this time, he could not see the weakness just now. There is no doubt that even his heart is extremely soft, but his body As the leader of the new kingdom, he must guarantee his majesty before his citizens.

There is no doubt that Lancer, who came out last, attracted the attention of countless people, after all, the order in which he got off the car was behind Varian.

But Lancer just didn't say a word and followed them behind. It was obvious that he didn't intend to take the lead.

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The palace of Stormwind held a grand dinner tonight. As long as the nobles in Stormwind participated in the dinner, Lancer, dressed in casual clothes, held a brief chat with some of the nobles whom Varian personally introduced. After that, he quietly stayed in the corner and ate something. Obviously, it was more real for him than talking to a group of unknown people or eating. After all, most of these people complimented what he had done, the same thing. It was really boring, but one of the female noblemen caught his attention.

'Earl Katrana Presto'

The countess is very young, and her long black hair is unique among the nobles of the Storm Kingdom, who are mostly blonde, but her appearance is not the key to attracting Lancer. What really caught his attention was the strangeness of the opponent. breath.

But at this moment Lothar was sitting beside him.

"It's impolite to leave your female partner at the dinner party to see other women~"

Lancer only twitched the corner of his mouth for Lothar's complaint.

Female companion?These three?

Olga Marie grabbed a magic book borrowed from the library and studied it carefully. The noisy surroundings didn't seem to affect her at all.

For a magician or magician,'knowledge is power', and there is no doubt that Olga Marie knows this very well. She is like a sponge desperately absorbing everything that can be absorbed.

Although Atalante temporarily'reconciled' with Lancer because of what Lancer had said in the previous night, it was only a reconciliation. At this time, she was eating an apple and looking at the moon outside the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

As for zero?

Should it be said that she deserves to be called the "gluttonous cub" by the theory of the circle?At this moment, there was a tall plate in front of her, and it was obvious that she had been eating since the dinner.

If she ate a lot at the beginning, some people mistakenly thought that Lancer abused her, but when the volume of food she ate was twice as large as she herself, everyone realized that Lancer was innocent.

After shook his head helplessly, he turned his attention to the long black-haired countess in the distance.

"Losha, can you tell me about this countess?"

If it was just a simple joke at first, then seeing Lancer's somewhat serious expression, he also realized that things didn't seem as simple as he thought.

"Countess Katrana Prestor is from the Prestor family. The first time I contacted the other party was Lordaeron. Later, with the support of Her Majesty King Terenas, the Countess was rebuilding Stormwind City. She also returned with us to the former site of Stormwind City. Later, when the craftsmen were called to build Stormwind City, she personally participated in the negotiations with the Craftsmen Association. Although she was young, she was undoubtedly an excellent nobleman."

Lancer was noncommittal about Lothar's evaluation, but muttered to himself, "A good nobleman?'

The aggressive gaze can be said to be true. Most people have noticed Lancer's strange performance, but no one has expressed an opinion. After all, Lancer's identity has been determined, and the Countess Katrana Prestor The status within the Kingdom of Stormwind can also be said to be second only to a few leadership levels, because neither of them wants to mix up.

And the "Countess Katrana" on the other side also noticed Lancer's gaze, but she didn't have any unnecessary reaction. She just raised her glass to Lancer and showed a bright smile before turning around to continue chatting with other nobles. It seemed that he didn't care about Lancer's eyes at all.

But in fact, there are huge waves hidden under her calm expression.

'Does that man say that something is wrong with me?'

At this time, Katrana or Onyxia was as frustrated as eating a fly.

With the end of the Second Orc War, the Alliance and the Horde entered a relatively peaceful period, and she originally planned to mix in Lordaeron, but she just took advantage of the establishment of the Stormwind Kingdom. What will she do after entering?

The answer is self-evident.

There is no doubt that no matter what she wants to do in the Kingdom of Stormwind, Varian and Lothar can't be avoided, so she has been trying to shoot them, and the first target is Lothar.

As the leader of the previous alliance, the opponent is self-evident, whether it is wisdom or appeal, and as a human, his comprehensive strength is also declining as he ages. After all, no matter how strong the fighting consciousness and will are, he needs a strong Body to support.

After the deal with Lothar, it was Varian. Although the young king was good, he was still very young. If he lost Lothar’s help, he would go wrong, let alone if Lothar died suddenly. The probability of a problem can be said to be 100%.

At that time, taking advantage of the chaos in the Kingdom of Stormwind, she might have the opportunity to take the entire kingdom in one fell swoop.

It happened that recently her arrogant brother was leading his men to stir up the wind and the rain in Black Rock Mountain. She had planned to find a chance to start as long as the Stormwind personnel were empty, but now someone who did not plan appeared.

'Tsk, it's really troublesome.'

Chapter Thirteen Dead Dao Friends Not Dead Poor Dao

After the dinner, the nobles left the castle in an orderly manner, and Lancer, under the leadership of Lothar, came to the ferry of Stormwind Kingdom in disguise.

It can be said that the ferry at this time is far different from that of the past, but the most striking thing is the statue on the ferry.

The men with two-handed swords and crowns are the most noticeable, followed by the statues of soldiers around them that gradually become smaller and farther and farther away. These soldiers wear helmets and hold shields and swords or guns and cannot see their faces. But in these statues One of them is very'special'.

Wearing a full body armor engraved with a lion pattern, but not wearing a helmet, with a disheveled head, only one eye is exposed, and his hands holding a gun but smiling, it looks out of place with other statues.

"I always think that you must be smiling even at the end. That's why the craftsmen carve the way they are now. Shouldn't you mind?"

Lancer didn't reply to Lothar's question but looked at the statue with a weird expression on his chin.

According to Lothar’s previous explanation, the significance of the existence of this group of statues is to commemorate the defeat of the “disgrace” nearly 20 years ago. During that war, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom chose to stay at the port in order to ensure that the tribe had no intention of pursuing and retreating people. In a deadly battle, he used his life to buy precious time for the retreat to let the ship sail out of the spell casting range of the orc warlocks.

Lancer also personally killed the first tribal warchief at the time. It can be said that this statue is still lifelike. After all, in his own opinion, even if he really faces death, he will at least not cry, just'second time'. It is inevitable to see my own statue a little embarrassing.