The carriage decorated with a low-key but exquisite black broken blade emblem finally stopped at the northwest corner of Drustvar, at the edge of a church on the outskirts of Klein, the largest town in the area.
There is a layer of snow here, which is normal for such a high altitude area.
After the carriage door opened, Tyrion, who had put on a solemn black dress, was escorted by tall and silent knights, and slowly walked into the simple but very solemn church in front of him.
Snow Forest Church is the largest and oldest church in Drustvar. It is presided over by the tide sages believed by the locals. However, today, this church, which was not very lively in the past, seems to be crowded with people. The well-known locals
The nobles are all gathered here, and there are even big shots from Stormsong Valley and Boralus.
There are many famous people among them, such as the ruler of Stormsong Valley, Lord Stormsong, the High Priest of Tidesage, the head of the Ashvane family, the richest Lord Ashvane in Kul Tiras, and representatives
Lord Norvington of the Proudmoore family came to watch the ceremony, as well as the minor nobles surrounding these important figures.
Politics has caused the nobles to form small groups one after another. At this luxurious banquet, you can always see the various aspects of life.
The reason why today's scene is so big is very simple. Today, in this Snow Forest Church, the ruler of the Drustvar region, the only daughter of the Lord Waycrest family, Lucille Waycrest will be held.
The wedding of the young lady and the young businessman Herb Alexander.
This matter has recently become a topic of discussion among the highest-ranking nobles in Kul Tiras. Although Kul Tiras has developed commerce and people are not ashamed of doing business, for the rigid upper-class nobles, it is not a good idea to send their daughters down.
This is my first time marrying a businessman.
Many noble ladies secretly speculated that it was because the young and handsome Alexander donated his generous property to the Waycrest family, which was always financially strapped, that he gained the favor of Lord Arthur Waycrest.
But there are also rumors that Miss Lucille and Mr. Alexander really love each other, but the Lord and Lady have always disagreed with the marriage.
In short, before the wedding even started, some guys with dark minds were already ready to watch the show... Everyone knows that Mrs. Elena Waycrest is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
In the aristocratic circles of Tiras, the lord and lady was almost as famous for her fierce temper as she was for her deep love for her husband.
"Knight El, send me my personal gift to the newlyweds."
Tyrion hated crowded places, especially those with fake smiles on their faces. He waved his hand and led the escorting knights directly to the place where the wedding was held. The fully armed Ayr Knight,
Then he led two followers behind him, carrying a heavy box, and walked into the chatting and laughing nobles with an expressionless face.
A moment later, the waiter's sharp voice sounded in the church:
"The messenger from the Windrunner family of Quel'Thalas has arrived!"
This registration made the entire church hall quiet down in an instant. Everyone's eyes were focused on the three knights who were fully armed and not easy to mess with at first sight. Everyone was guessing, and some were whispering.
Whispering, when did the Waycrest family get involved with the high elves of Quel'Thalas?
"No, no, I don't know any elves named Windrunner..."
On the second floor of the hall, Lord Arthur Waycrest, who was chatting happily with several nobles, was also stunned for a moment, and then explained to the nobles around him:
"But everyone knows that my distant nephew is one of His Majesty Daelin's great knights. He did follow His Majesty Daelin to Quel'Thalas. Maybe he is his friend."
"Quel'Thalas has always been arrogant, and there are very few high elves in Kul Tiras."
Lord Stormsong narrowed his eyes. After a moment, the kind-hearted Lord smiled and said: "Aren't you curious about what gifts the elves have sent to today's newcomers?"
Lord Ashvane, who is good at business, played with the ring on his finger and said thoughtfully:
"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with the visitor from the Windrunner family. As you all know, the Windrunner family is the ancient noble family of Quel'Thalas."
"I still feel a little weird."
Lord Waycrest, the protagonist of the incident, frowned and said:
"They appeared a little too suddenly. Shouldn't they hand over a letter first so that we can prepare... I wonder if those high elves have some taboos."
"Wow"
While the great nobles were talking, the gifts sent by the Windrunner family had been opened by the waiters. Opening the gifts in front of the guests is a tradition for human nobles. This behavior can publicize the guest's identity in front of other guests.
It is also an effective means for nobles to communicate and "show off their wealth".
But when the box was opened, everyone who looked at it exclaimed, including many experienced merchants.
In that quaint box, there was a layer of luxurious black velvet, and inside, there was a small crown, which seemed to be worn by women. The platinum frame was dotted with mithril, full of high elf style.
The ethereal and gorgeous decoration is filled with gems of various colors on both sides, and in the center of the crown is an extremely finely polished ruby. Under the light of the church lights, the dove egg-sized gem shines with light, making the audience stunned.
Every woman is fascinated.
Moreover, this crown shines with a mysterious purple light from time to time under the illumination of the light. Obviously, this is a magic item.
This thing has far exceeded the weight of a "gift" and even quickly alarmed Mrs. Elena Waycrest and the protagonist of today's wedding, Miss Lucille Waycrest.
"This is too expensive."
Under the instruction of her husband, Mrs. Waycrest, who wanted to politely refuse this gift from the nobles, had just said this, and Knight Ayre replied stiffly:
"This is a gift from the master to the bride. The master hopes to see the newlyweds walk up the stage with his blessings. Therefore, you should not and cannot solve it!"
After saying that, Al turned around and left with his entourage.
On the other side, in the open-air square outside the Xuelin Church, Tyrion sat quietly on a bench under the wedding ceremony, waiting for the wedding to begin. He occupied a bench by himself, but no one dared
Go and disturb him.
Because beside the square, several cold-looking, fully-armed knights were guarding their master, and the heavy temperament exuding from Tyrion's body undoubtedly showed others that this was a big shot, and that he
Don't want to be disturbed.
"Windrunner...Mr."
A voice sounded behind him. Tyrion turned around and saw Lord Waycrest standing next to him with a smile. This knight who was over fifty years old seemed to be ill and his hair was completely white.
, and his body always had some abnormal rickets. He leaned on a black cane and said to Tyrion:
"I personally thank you very much for coming. My daughter and my son-in-law will definitely feel very honored, but sir... I still want to ask, do the Windrunner family and the Waycrest family have any dealings with each other?
?”
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes blinked, and a smile appeared on his slightly thin face:
"No, we have never had any contact before, but... Her Majesty Dai Lin and I are truly good friends, and we have a sacred promise. After I arrived here, I heard that Miss Lucille was about to get married.
, you just came to this wedding on your own initiative, you shouldn’t refuse my goodwill, right?”
"Well, of course not."
After listening to Tyrion's words, Lord Waycrest's expression changed, but he still responded very politely:
"Your arrival will make my daughter's wedding more brilliant."
"Well, I have seen too much suffering in my past life."
Tyrion turned back and no longer looked at Lord Waycrest. He seemed to be talking to himself:
"I just want to see more beautiful things in the world. This will make me feel that this world is not just filled with suffering. It will also make me feel that this world is worth saving."
"clang"
At this moment, the bells that the wedding was about to begin rang, and the guests began to walk out of the hall, filling the benches in the square. The bigwigs of Kul Tiras sat in the front row, each of them occupying one bench to himself.
Tyrion was so conspicuous, but still no one came to dissuade him.
Lord Waycrest walked to the ceremonial stage with his cane. As the local comfortable wedding music of Kul Tiras played, the Lord's magnetic voice also reached everyone's ears:
"Everyone, today, we are gathered here to witness and celebrate the marriage of a newlywed couple!"
"Witnessed by the sea breeze, sunshine and earth of Kul Tiras, they will enter a new stage of life. My favorite daughter, Lucille Waycrest, the darling of the Waycrest family, and the young and talented
For the sake of Herb Alexander, they will be married with everyone’s blessing.”
As the Lord's voice sounded with a hint of happiness, amid the falling petals of flowers flying in the sky, Miss Lucille, wearing a white wedding dress and holding flowers in her hands, slowly walked out of the church amid the ethereal singing of the children, and everyone
Everyone's eyes were focused on this young lady, while the ladies' eyes were fixed on the crown on Lucille's head.
As she advanced, the shining rubies on the crown were enough to drive any woman crazy.
On the other side, Herb Alexander, a somewhat nervous young businessman wearing a black gift, also walked up to the Lord. He looked at his future wife with a nostalgic look. He knew very well that Lucille wanted to marry him.
Together, he put so much pressure on his family.
No matter how much wealth he makes with his wisdom, it is nothing worth mentioning in the eyes of the traditional and rigid nobles. A businessman is always a person of low status.
There are also many people who are fighting for Miss Lucille. How can the most noble and beautiful lady in Drustvar be betrothed to a businessman?
But, this day has finally arrived!
Herb Alexander took a deep breath and straightened his back. This young businessman who started from scratch in Boralus is trying to make himself more confident. He cannot give himself to his beloved in today's ceremony.
People are embarrassed.
However, at this romantic moment, Tyrion looked towards the end of the square. Behind the Lord and Alexander, in the empty shadow, a malicious figure was slowly approaching, the King of Dark Blades.
You can see the dagger in the figure's hand, you can see the sinister look under his hood, and you can also feel the killing intent in his heart.
There is no doubt that this guy is definitely not here to congratulate the wedding.
"careful!"
Miss Lucille, who was walking on the red carpet, clearly saw the light of the knife shining behind her beloved. She no longer cared about her manners and shouted to the ignorant Alexander:
"careful!"
There were also waves of exclamations among the guests. They also saw the dagger appearing behind Alexander, as well as the assassins wearing red leather armor and holding long swords emerging around the square.
This scene completely wiped out the atmosphere of the entire wedding, and also made Tyrion's eyes darken.
"continue!"
The cold voice sounded in the square, making everyone who was trying to scream and escape feel the heavy pressure on their shoulders, forcing them back to their seats, and the man with a sinister smile on his face was about to apply poison.
The assassin who pierced Alexander's body with his dagger was also horrified to find that dark red, cold energy rose from his feet, like a devil's claw, locking his body in place.
Including those assassins who jumped out from the shadows, they were also captured by the dissatisfaction of the Dark Blade King at this moment. They were grabbed by the neck by the energy of the strangulation attack and lifted into the air. The suffocating feeling made them want to scream loudly.
, but no... The neck that was strangled could not even make a sound, and could only wait for death in silence and fear.
"I said...go on!"
Tyrion's voice sounded in the square again. As his voice fell, snowflakes also fell in the sky, just like replacing the petals flying in the sky, covering the road in front of the overwhelmed bride.
Full of beautiful snowflakes that won't melt.
"Don't disturb my good mood...the wedding continues."