Although Li Ke doesn't care about Dalaran, and the people of Lordaeron don't care about Dalaran, there is no doubt that Jaina cares about Dalaran very much.
Jaina looked at Dalaran. The once glamorous Dalaran hall was now full of traces of spells. You could even vaguely see some blood stains in the corners. The archmages standing in front of her were also more...
It was nearly three-fifths less before.
Modera, who was originally able to maintain her brown hair, turned white because of that battle, and her face became obviously much older.
This is the price for summoning those great mages from Dalaran's past. Forcibly using a large amount of magic in a short period of time has already damaged Modera's body and shortened the lifespans of both her and Ansrem Ruinvivor.
Quite a few.
Moreover, Jaina could feel that when people looked at her, they had a strange feeling.
Seeing those people looking at her with fearful eyes and subconsciously walking behind her, Jaina, who had always regarded Dalaran as a place where she could live a free and equal life, felt a little disappointed.
She remembered very clearly that no one here cared about her identity as a princess, and no one cared too much about her engagement. She could be an ordinary mage.
But now, everyone is afraid of her and starts calling her madam and sir.
Obviously, it was obviously not like this before.
So, when she saw the place where Karai died, a staircase that still had a lot of arcane echoes, she finally couldn't hold back the guilt in her heart, her knees softened, and she staggered away, feeling dissatisfied in her heart.
The patience finally broke out, and the tears began to flow.
In her heart, Karai is a very enthusiastic person. Although he has a bad temper, he is also a good person. When she was young, he often prepared various delicious drinks and various magical candies for her.
The same goes for other archmages. Although they have weird tempers, they are all good people who work according to the rules and should not suffer such harm.
She really didn't expect that obeying Li Ke's request to besiege Dalaran would lead to Kalai's death.
Moreover, so many mages whom she was familiar with and who were also very good to her died.
She couldn't help but want to cover her face, wanting to know why.
Everyone saw this scene, and those who didn't know why thought she was hypocritical, but only Modera, Ansrem Ruinvivor, and those who often came into contact with Jaina knew.
She was really sad and really didn't understand why this happened.
The pure princess is indeed kind and simple, but unfortunately, the world will always hurt such people.
and……
She still didn't realize that the kind and beautiful people she saw were actually because of her identity.
In her eyes, Karai will prepare delicious candies, drinks, and various small cakes for her, and will satisfy her requests. He is the first person who can let the only son of a family drink it without hesitation just to know the effect of the potion.
Potions with unknown effects can deliberately cause some people to suffer more pain for the sake of their own experimental data. For the sake of cherished materials, they can kill and poison without hesitation, and monopolize a large amount of medicinal and alchemical materials.
The super tycoon of trade, the actual controller of Dalaran, the host of the Goblins and Kul Tiras, and the Lordaeron Chamber of Commerce.
Thirty percent of Dalaran's trade, whether black or white, is in his hands, including even the indescribable slave trade, in which Kalai is involved.
But Jaina doesn't know this. Her talent, identity, and assets allow her to enjoy all the beauty of this city without doing those vile things. She doesn't know at all that the reason why most mages are promiscuous is because
The reason why he often slept with various mentors when he was still an apprentice.
Some mentors are willing to take risks to rescue their apprentices, sometimes not just because the apprentice is good enough, but because the apprentice understands them well enough and is considerate in all aspects.
As well as all the transactions between Dalaran and the nobles, Jaina can always see the good ones, and she can only see them.
Therefore, Jaina was really sad at this time, she really regretted that she had acted according to Li Ke's orders, and she really felt sorry for those good people.
He even wanted to question Li Ke about this.
She clutched her chest, feeling like she was about to suffocate. When she looked at Modera's concerned eyes, she couldn't help crying.
"I'm sorry, Modera...I can't help...I..."
She didn't know what she could do. Her father and Li Ke were both here, and none of her orders would be obeyed, so she blamed herself very much for her incompetence.
But Modera just looked at Jaina. She understood why Li Ke agreed to let Jaina come here. It was not just to give them an example of a 'future mage', but also to let them tell Jaina themselves that these mages
How dirty it is.
In other words, how dirty this interest group is.
A pure princess can indeed remain pure, but a lady of a country must understand the dirtiness of politics and economics.
"No, Jaina, he deserves to die."
Modera hugged her princess. They had always been very tolerant towards Jaina, because this princess represented almost all the beauty of Dalaran.
But this also proves that they have never truly accepted the princess, because in their eyes, Jaina will always be a little girl who does not know the true face of Dalaran, a passerby.
"What……"
Jaina looked at Modera in shock. She sadly thought it was Li Ke's fault, but why would Modera say such a thing? Is she following the trend?
Is Modera such a person?
She looked at her elder in shock, but Modera just silently handed over a piece of parchment.
Jaina took the parchment, and Kalai, who was just a bit bad-tempered, but would smile and give her sweets, disappeared, and was replaced by a smuggled slave who used his apprentices to conduct human experiments.
Patients are charged a lot of money, but they are still not cured in one fell swoop, but instead experimented with various drugs.
The warm old man was completely gone and turned into a very classic image of the witch in fairy tales.
She opened her mouth wide, wanting to say something, but Modera gave her another piece of parchment, and this parchment was evidence of another archmage's crime.
And this one is even more exciting. This is the Archmage who is investigating whether the mages are using unnatural means to extend his life. However, during the investigation, it was discovered that he was using an ancient ritual of trolls.
The specific steps to maintain one's youth are - boil an intelligent being with youth and beauty in a large pot of potion, and then eat everything in the pot.
Looking at the portrait of the scene on the parchment in her hand, Jaina couldn't help but want to vomit. The parchment in her hand was scattered on the ground, and her body bowed involuntarily. But because Li Ke besieged Dalaran, so these days
Gianna was not in a good mood, so she didn't eat much, but she couldn't vomit anything.
She grabbed Modera's hand, her blue eyes full of disbelief and prayer.
"I, I, this is possible...impossible...is it...is...a frame-up?"
Jaina's whole body was trembling. She didn't want to believe that the good people in her memory were all bad guys, because if these investigations were true, then even Ansrem Ruinvivor and Modera would be in trouble.
None of them would be too clean, and his teacher Antonidas would no longer be a simple good person, and Dalaran, the city he thought was the most beautiful before, would be shattered.
Everything she insisted on and believed in before will collapse due to the collapse of the things she cultivated to persist and believe in. She didn't know what she would become, so she was afraid and subconsciously wanted to deny it.
"We have enough evidence and witnesses, Jenna..."
Modera stroked Jaina's blond hair lovingly, she knew what Li Ke meant.
What Li Ke needs is a Jaina who has experienced hardships but still believes that there is beauty in this world, not a simple princess.
"Come on, let me and Ansrem Ruinvivor take you to uncover the light of Dalaran..."
She held Jaina's hand, just like Antonidas held Jaina's hand more than ten years ago and told Gianna about the brightness of this city, she also told Gianna about the darkness of this city.
Jaina, I feel like I'm falling into darkness.
At this time, there was also a person who felt that he had fallen into darkness.
"Holy Light, what should I do now?"
Baron Baron Silvaline was holding his hair in distress. Because of the pressure and the battlefield experience in his youth, and later Baron Silvaline, the top of his head was already the Mediterranean Sea, and he did not have the chicness and ease of his early years.
Handsome, but what he is worried about now is not his hair, which is laughed at by his subordinates all day long, but the problem of werewolves, and whether he should obey the orders of the new king of Lordaeron or his original past.
En Greymane's Order.
Following the orders of Lordaeron's new king Li Ke would be betraying your own king. After all, Burnwood Village, a place rich in coal, still belongs to the Kingdom of Gilneas in name.
But here's the problem. Although they still belong to the other party in name, and they haven't forgotten the taxes and so on, when the man from Lordaeron sent troops here, it was obvious to the naked eye that King Greymane would not cross the barrier.
It took two generations to build high walls to support ourselves.
And obey the orders of the new king of Lordaeron. The other party will definitely not develop Lordaeron for a while, and they may not pay much attention to this small village of their own. If you join the army, Greymane will send someone to take care of you.
It is not impossible to clean things up, and judging from that person's character, he may not start a war in the past few years just because of this little friction.
But the most important thing is that now they are inexplicably causing werewolves!
These beasts attacked their cattle, sheep and livestock all day long, and even killed several night watchmen. This also gave him a headache, because he felt that as a lord, although he was not very capable, he could not protect his subjects.
This is an absolute obligation and responsibility.
However, the limited number of soldiers can only protect the village and castle, and it is absolutely impossible to go out to clear the country.
Because they still had to consider the issue of the remaining undead, in the past few days, his head, which was still a little hairy, had completely turned into a Mediterranean look.
Looking at the red wine and mutton chops in front of him, Baron Baron had a headache.
This meal looks very rich, and it is actually very rich. But in fact, the red wine was reserved and sold for money, and the mutton was a sheep bitten to death by a werewolf. I paid for it and bought it from the unlucky farmer as normal mutton.
No matter how you buy it, you will lose money.
"It's really distressing...and why does Li Ke want to hand over his territory? And Val, you said no cows will be killed tonight, right?"
He touched the hairless head of his head distressedly. He had hired some magicians to help him treat his hair loss before, but unfortunately, none of those magicians were useful.
What he was asking about was Commander Springvale, who was wearing golden armor and feasting on mutton chops at the table. This paladin obviously cared more about the mutton chops in front of him, because in his opinion, Barron was struggling with this matter.
It didn't count as a problem at all, so this person spoke without thinking.
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Halfway through his speech, Springval saw his boss, Baron Baron, looking at him like a dead man. He knew that the Baron, who had already spent a lot of money to buy dead livestock from farmers, was absolutely unwilling to do so.
No more buying dead cows.
"It's not that bad. The sheep last time were because those unlucky farmers were looking for straw, so they didn't have time to return to the town. I will go and warn them later, and warn them if they go beyond the gate again for straw. I
Just close the door and prevent them from returning to the village."
However, halfway through speaking, he spoke as if he had thought of something.
"As long as you no longer pay the market price for the livestock that have been killed, I think they will be more restrained."
Barron sighed. Of course he knew that the price of livestock was low during the winter. In addition, the price could be lowered a lot if it was killed by wild animals. If he bought it at the summer price, he was actually being taken advantage of. .
"There is no way, after all, I don't know what will happen in the future. It would be good to let them save more..."
Barron sighed after thinking about his situation here, and then asked again.
"By the way, do you think it's better for me to stand firmly by King Greymane's side? Or is it better to stand firmly by His Majesty Li Ke's side?"
Springval, who originally thought he could feast again, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, looked at his boss, tried hard not to laugh because of the other man's Mediterranean, and then spoke seriously.
"Did they promise you anything?"
"No."
Barron shook his head.
"Then what did you promise them?"
Barron shook his head again.
"No, apart from that messenger, I have never even seen Li Ke... Well, the same goes for His Majesty Greymane."
So Springvale spread his hands.
"Then just continue to pretend that we are still ruled by King Greymane. After all, you can't fight anyone. When His Majesty Li Ke really comes, it will be too late for us to run around and grovel."
Barron nodded thoughtfully.
"That makes sense."
However, just as Springval continued to pick up the knife and fork to eat, Barron spoke again.
"But you said if I take the initiative, or be more loyal and firm, will there be any other benefits..."
Springvale threw away the knife and fork in his hand speechlessly and rolled his eyes.
He knew that Barron would be struggling for a few more hours.
