Varian couldn't help but cover his forehead. If it were anyone else, he would just get out and curse out.
But this is Bolvar.
Although his wife and daughter are also in Lordaeron, this is Bolvar after all.
"Bovar, you didn't find some weird magic gadgets again, did you?"
Varian does not understand arcane magic, so he has always been somewhat resistant to such magic items. After all, magic has brought countless pain to Stormwind City.
Moreover, he knew that there were many contraband items disguised as magic items that were spread among the nobles, allowing them to feel different excitement and happiness.
But these things will either weaken a person's will or be harmful to the body. He really doesn't want to touch these things.
"Well, strictly speaking, I have tried it myself. Varian, this thing is really good. You can give it a try."
Bolvar looked a little embarrassed. He knew that he now looked like a gangster selling some contraband, or a scum among the nobles, but he couldn't think of a better way.
Moreover, he has tested it and hired a specialized mage to conduct research, and the conclusion is that it will not cause harm to the body, nor will it weaken the will, that is...
Well, it makes you weak and full of passion, which has the same effect as drinking too much alcohol.
If given the choice, he would not want to use this method.
But Stormwind City now owes more and more money to the Presto family. If Varian can't sleep with Ms. Presto, he will have no choice when it comes to repaying the loan next month.
He has a wife, so there is no way he can do it by himself!
Although sleeping will not actually change anything, it can give Ms. Presto some ideas and allow her to relax for a while. Once the fleet from Proudmoore arrives, Stormwind City's financial deficit can be eased.
.
As for betrayal, betrayal is not betrayal of marriage.
He really hoped that Varian and Katrana could get together, so that he wouldn't need to worry about too many things.
For example, if you need to rely on Ms. Prestor's wealth and connections to do things, but you must constantly prevent her from completely taking over the power of Stormwind City, there is no need to do it.
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Varian raised his hands and reached out to take the slice in his hand.
"Okay, I know, Bolvar, I know, I will use it."
He took it not for use, but to tell Bolvar to get out of here. Although he was not interested in other women now, he was not interested in communicating with men in the middle of the night.
He casually held the thin piece in his hand and found that the thin piece gave him a strange feeling, it felt like a thin piece of glass.
And it looks a lot like sugar.
Do I look like I need this?
Is my image already that bad?
Two questions appeared in Varian's mind, and then he glanced at the mirror in his room, and found that he was as handsome as ever.
"But what's the use of looking good..."
He let out a long sigh while playing with the things Bolvar gave him. He still remembered the candy Bolvar gave him last time, saying it was candy, but when he planned to give it to Anduin, he
The way he swooped over to stop him and then was embarrassed and interrogated by MI7 was really laughable.
So this time it’s still a charm potion, or an energy potion or something like that?
It looks like Bolvar is going crazy with the deficit again this time.
He found it a bit funny, so he didn't think too much and asked directly.
"By the way, Bolvar, do you have anything to do here?"
Bolvar nodded. If he was just giving this thing away, he wouldn't come here specifically in the middle of the night, but there was indeed something that was said to be urgent but not urgent.
Moreover, he happened to hear that Varian was not sleeping, so he came over directly.
"You still remember that Mr. Li Ke was relegated here because he believed a prophecy of undead natural disasters, right?"
Varian nodded, he still knew where the powerful paladin came from.
"What's wrong? Does Tenaris want to be recalled by him?"
Bolvar shook his head.
"That's not the case, Your Majesty, but Lord Presto established an undead camp in his original territory. He said that anyone who is sick, disabled, or overwhelmed can go there to undergo the transformation of the undead.
Let the volunteers become immortals and live a better life."
Varian nodded, he also knew this.
"The undead are the kind of undead who no longer need to eat, no longer feel pain, and can work uninterrupted? That's too much... But since His Majesty Tenaris has no objections, it shouldn't be a big problem.
"
When he said this, Bolvar frowned.
"But this is actually a policy that His Highness Alsace wants to implement, so after His Highness Tenaris investigated it, he had no objection, but I always feel that there is something weird in it. Although I don't believe this prophecy, but no
It’s still hard for people to accept the dead.”
Varian nodded. He would not become an undead, nor would he want his queen to come back as an undead.
He felt that this was blasphemy to the dead, but he took a sip of wine and said disapprovingly: "His Majesty Tenaris's wisdom is able to discern the dangers involved. Bolvar, you are a little over-cautious."
He still feels that there is nothing wrong with the decision made by Tenaris, because Tenaris has never done anything wrong in his life. As long as he makes a decision, then as long as you are not his enemy, but his friend
, just follow it directly.
This is a person that even if you are an enemy, you will sincerely admire him.
Bolvar frowned. He always felt that there was something wrong in this matter, but he just couldn't explain it. Moreover, he was also someone who believed in His Majesty Tenaris. After all, countless years of time had already proven that the other party was wise and wise.
Judgment. But even Varian feels that Tenaris will not make wrong choices, so he really can't find anyone who thinks the same as him and can be trusted.
But... Stormwind City is not Lordaeron, and there is not that much population to bear such a thing, so it is better to ban this kind of thing.
"Mainly because of your attitude, Varian, I'm worried that some nobles will... you know."
At this point, he sighed a little.
Who are the undead best to?
Of course they are nobles. They can ask you to work day and night with righteous words. After all, you can no longer feel the pain and fatigue, right?
As for the issue that no matter how the body is preserved, it can only be preserved for five or six years...
Those old workers and farmers cannot live that long in the first place, but they still have an extra year or two of pain-free life.
Especially those workers who are starting to get older. If Varian doesn't come forward to stop them, the nobles of Stormwind City will not be polite.
He was very worried that many people would die because of the nobles' shortsightedness, causing the already small population of Stormwind City to decrease again.
"Just tell them that I am against it. Just tell them who did this, and I will most likely let him guard the Dark Portal or Blackstone Mountain."
Varian shook the flake in his hand at Bolvar, directly expressing his objection.
In today's country, guarding the Dark Portal is equivalent to being sent out, plus waiting for the invasion of orcs at any time, and guarding against various demons. In addition, it is also close to the Western Wilds full of Defias thieves and the Stranglethorn Valley full of trolls.
There are threats from all directions.
And going to Blackstone Mountain...
Well, when the nobles who went there last time found him, they had to find it from an orc's stomach, head decorations, cesspools and flags, and then try to assemble it into less fragmented pieces.
"That's good. I'll take my leave then. Well, Varian, remember to use what I gave you. It feels really good."
Bolvar nodded and was about to leave. Varian raised his eyebrows, curled his lips, and casually broke off the shadow sheet and prepared to throw it out.
However, at this moment, Bolvar turned his head.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you can just break it off and use it."
Varian, who had just broken off the thin slice, tilted his head: "Huh?"
