Many pictures came to mind, and I remembered the compulsory program after the exam in college - the buddies in the same dormitory ran out, found a skewers stall, and each had a box of beer.
It doesn’t matter whether you can finish the drink or not, the momentum must be enough!
What to drink?
600ml wine bottles are blown directly.
Then the problem came.
Who knows why every tree on the roadside where the skewers stalls are located is bare, with no grass growing under them?
They were all vomited by a bunch of drunks!
Watering alcohol and gastric acid all the year round will cause grass to grow.
It’s already a miracle that those few small trees are alive!
Holding a tree and vomiting is almost an instinct engraved in Mai's DNA.
Huh?
"This tree is a bit thick..."
At the height of the 'tree', which is about 1.7 meters, well, a cross-shaped vein appeared on the higher place.
The tree trunk, which had been twisting continuously, suddenly froze as if the pause button had been pressed, and then there was a burst of shaking visible to the naked eye. The delicate snow-white bark began to continuously shoot out the airflow called 'murderous energy', washing away.
With Macdonald's perception.
Unfortunately, the alcohol concentration in Mr. Mai's veins at this moment may already be the legendary 100%.
He honestly responded to the murderous impact with his body...
He was so stimulated that he vomited on the spot.
"Asshole! You!" Master Shu was angry!
McDonald felt a slight pain on his face.
Just when McDonald thought he was going to be beaten to death by this thing that was most likely a 'tree-form druid', a shining golden figure seemed to suddenly appear.
It was she who took away most of Master Shu's strength.
"Please respect yourself, he is your master."
"Valeela, he is the one who needs to respect himself!" The angry person's eyebrows turned into heart shapes again!
McDonald, who lost his balance, did not fall. Instead, he fell into a soft place and immediately lost consciousness.
Mai didn't know yet that his ugly appearance was all seen by Princess Kaliya.
Caliya followed McDonald out of the banquet hall purely out of concern for him. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came out, she saw McDonald vomiting so much that he was almost in a mosaic.
Due to her position, the princess can't do anything.
There was a lot of embarrassment on both sides' faces.
"Your Highness, my master has lost his temper and made you laugh." Someone in her arms was so drunk that Liadrin had to make an intimate hug.
Looking at the other party's signature long ears and long eyebrows, Kalia smiled bitterly: "No, my father and brother went too far. I hope you can forgive them. Please do so, Your Excellency, Countess Liadrin."
"Valila, help me." The two women had to hold McDonald's arm with one hand and drag the dead dog for more than a hundred meters before they found the tool man Halduron to take over.
After an unknown amount of time, MacDonald finally opened his heavy eyelids and saw Liadrin's familiar brown-red bangs, and a flood of chaotic memories began to flood into his mind.
This made his head hurt as he had just woken up. Coupled with the uncomfortable feeling of a hangover, he snorted.
Liadrin, who had been taking a nap, immediately opened her eyes and stroked MacDonald's forehead: "Master, are you awake?"
McDonald instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his mind was too heavy, so he said "hmm" and continued to enjoy the warm and comfortable atmosphere of the lap pillow business.
For a while.
"I'm sorry, Liadrin, for making you laugh." McDonald still didn't open his eyes.
"It's okay, this is the treatment a hero deserves."
"...What time is it?"
"It's ten o'clock the next morning. There are a lot of invitations outside. I'll help you suppress them for the time being."
"..."
Banquets, cocktail parties, and dances were the most mainstream social activities for aristocrats in this era. In the next few days, McDonald was awake for no more than 4 hours a day, either drunkenly and dreamily, or on the road to drunkenness and dreams.
McDonald originally didn't want to go to so many banquets, but many nobles were involved in the system's settlement of prodigal wealth. Before, McDonald's advanced a lot of gold coins to send them troops, and half sold and half gave away a large number of metal ingots. Now he wants to
He, the Duke, made the final decision.
After all, this is a floating price, and it also involves a lot of credit for getting the goods first. No one dares to make decisions for McDonald's.
McDonald's decisions were made almost to the limit allowed by the system. As long as the system agreed, some even allowed installment payments.
This made the nobles big and small shout that the Duke of Stratholme was kind.
In the past few days, the entire city of Lordaeron has fallen into a fanatical atmosphere.
The atmosphere of fear brought about by the orcs sweeping over half of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was so heavy before, and now the backlash during the celebrations was so fanatical that drunken citizens and soldiers could be seen all over the streets.
Not only the city guards, but also the royal guards had to be dispatched because there were so many troubles.
Finally, on the sixth day after returning to the city of Lordaeron, Macdonald was recruited by Old Taizi into the royal study.
Lao Taizi looked pleasant, but McDonald still sensitively sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Lao Taizi talked nonsense about you and my family for two thousand years and so on. He chattered for ten minutes before getting to the point.
"Duke Barov came to me. He knew that the sin of betraying humanity was extremely serious. He expressed his willingness to join the Kingdom of Lordaeron and was willing to demote himself to earl. At the same time, he also transferred the cloth to the royal family of Lordaeron.
He has three fiefdoms: Riel, Tarren Mill and Southsea Town, and only retains Lake Keldaron. He has only one condition - to become your vassal."
Terenas looked directly at McDonald with bright eyes.
McDonald knew he had to take a stand: "Of course we can put the Barov family on trial for crimes against humanity and deprive them of their titles and all fiefdoms. But what will our allies think? Everyone knows that Duke Barov is being held hostage.
, but his family has spent all its resources in this war to atone for its sins. If it continues to kill everyone, I'm afraid..."
When McDonald showed his support, the corners of Lao Taizi's mouth began to rise.
"No, my dear, I completely agree with you. The sinner Barov can still get the protection of a war hero. This is his luck. Let this be settled."
Lao Taizi was so cheerful, which actually made McDonald feel a little bad.
"McDonald's, if you don't go through hardships, you won't know who is the real pillar of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. It seems that such an outstanding vassal of the Stratholme family deserves to be rewarded and take on greater responsibilities." Lao Taizi said from the drawer.
He took out a territory transfer letter stamped with the royal seal, and the title on it read [Hearthglen] in large letters!
McDonald:???
Lao Taizi, something is wrong with you!
Originally, when Barov joined Macdonken, he had already cut off the southern part of the Andorhal territory, and also gave the Hearthglen to the north to Macdonkan. Andorhal was surrounded on three sides. Wouldn't Mograine be crying?
?
"What should Duke Mograine do?"
Terenas' tone became firmer: "Give him Brill, or even give him the East Tirisfal Glades. Abdis went to the Silverpine Forest instead, and was granted the title of the original Silverpine as a Marquis.
Duchy."
The royal family of Menethil is willing to cut off their flesh in this way, and they have great intentions!
"Your Majesty, what you want is..."
"McDonald's, I want your full support for me to take over all of Alterac! I'm sorry, I have to wrong you. I'm afraid Kalia can't marry you."
McDonald's expression suddenly changed!
Even if he wants to send the good guy card to Kalia, that's his business.
Now Lao Taizi simply doesn’t want Bilian anymore!
"What if I say no?" Having been on the battlefield for many years, Mai has an aura of calmness and dignity.
Old Taizi grabbed Mcdonken's hand and refused to refuse at all. He thrust the [Hearthglen Ferry Letter] into his hand, his eyes flashing: "Let Lordaeron become an empire. This is the foundation of the Menethil family and the
The long-cherished wish of the Stratholme family for more than two thousand years!"
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ps, I actually wrote this last night. I was too sleepy and forgot to post it. This is from yesterday.
