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Chapter 39 The inexplicable trend

Rivendell broke the news: "After my master Alonsus Faol revealed to me the size of the orc army and the brutal behavior of the orcs, I became more and more sure that there was a reason for what my lord did. Even Master Faol began to make preparations.

A brand new knighthood is waiting for an opportunity."

Anastali wiped away her tears: "It's ridiculous that I am still addicted to luxurious jewelry. If I continue to squander money recklessly, I will only wake up when the orc's butcher knife cuts on my neck. Ori

X, how do orcs compare to trolls?"

Rivendell spat out four words: "Only strong, not weak."

She took a deep breath: "Then we have a lot to do."

Rivendell: "I'll go back on the gryphon later. In addition to completing my master's academic arrangements, I must train a strong army for my master as soon as possible."

Serijek: "Leave it to you, I'm afraid I can only continue to guard my lord."

The Baroness smiled charmingly: "Isn't that little game good for training mages? This is also my lord's plan. Then I, as a minister, naturally have the obligation to promote this 'little game'. Of course, I will charge those guys

Billions of dollars in expenses.”

The two men frowned.

She suddenly laughed: "Don't underestimate me, since it is my lord's invention, I will pay every copper coin in the intelligence fee I received to Mr. Barcellas."

"I'm so glad you made the right decision." In the darkness of the basement, a man who was no stranger to the three nobles appeared, it was Mr. Mayor.

Anastali's face turned cold: "I am extravagant, not shameless!"

"Baroness." The mayor bowed deeply: "Let's forget the past. We are loyal to the same lord, and now is the time for us to work together. I look forward to your activity, madam."

"Just keep an eye on me." She shook her head and left proudly.

Watching the door close, the mayor spoke: "His Excellency the Duke also purchased a batch of ships. Although I am not the palace minister, and I don't know how much money there is in the Stratholme family's treasury, the recent expenses of the Duke's family are very abnormal.

This is already the income of the entire duchy for ten years."

The two warriors fisted their chests and nodded heavily.

In this way, without Mai's complete knowledge, Mrs. Anastali wandered into a salon frequented by noble ladies.

"Hey, isn't this Lady Anastare? What a rare visitor. When did you come back to Lordaeron from that crappy place in Stratholme?" A countess gave a soft nail at the beginning.

"Haha! Ever since I obtained a viscounty as a fiefdom."

The lady's whole body was not well.

After all, ladies are just accessories of the nobility.

A female noble with a real feudal territory is another matter. She can make the whole audience tremble with just a few words.

What's more, the once high-risk North Valley has now become a well-protected hotpot. It's not that there are no mines there, but there are trolls there.

Suddenly Anastasia became the lady's new favorite. After chatting about household items and luxury goods for twenty minutes, the topic turned to gossip.

"Well, have you heard about it? The royal family has developed a new thing, which is the kind of elegant new fun that poor nobles cannot afford. The first batch of participants include Arthas, Kallia and Proudmoore.

Your Highness, and my lord, the Duke of Stratholme..."

Never underestimate a woman's gossiping ability, especially those in the ladies' circle.

The human heart is like this, a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than a thief.

If Mr. Mai seriously promotes the game Sugar Water Man, the guys below probably won’t accept it very much.

Some well-informed people knew that McDonald was favored by His Majesty and went to the Royal Garden to meet the princess in the afternoon, but no one knew what the content was. After all, the royal guards were very good at keeping secrets.

Now that someone has revealed the news, they immediately became interested, especially when they knew that such an elegant little game actually required the help of an official mage to operate it.

This kind of high-level personality suddenly distances a family that has a long-term employed mage from an ordinary family.

In this era of supremacy of royal power, all subjects originally had an almost natural blind obedience to the royal family - whatever the royal family produced must be the best.

The jealousy of the Lordaeron nobles was clearly revealed at this moment.

Soon, several dukes and marquises, under the guidance of Anastali, asked Master to help hold the first [Sugar Water Man Five-a-side Football Game].

"Pesci is alone, shoot!"

"Macy, pass her!"

"Ah! What a pity!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo header!"

Well, even the nickname someone leaked was copied enough.

[Sugar Water Man] is a very good game, especially five-a-side football, which does not require high operational requirements for players.

A lady can complete a game 'elegantly'.

Of course, some people get too excited and scream, slamming the table and causing [hp-1] on the table, etc., so I won’t mention it.

After just a few football matches, the small salon was overcrowded by the nobles who came after hearing the news.

This game became popular throughout the Lordaeron community almost overnight.

While McDonald was sleeping, the nobles who stayed up late at night were as jealous as rabbits. They sent people to sweep away those frustrated wandering mages in the middle of the night, the Dalaran mages who had no money to continue their studies, and even the potential mages.

apprentice.

"Mr. XXX, can you control the water element?"

"Of course! Every qualified frost mage can."

"Very good. On behalf of Marquis XX, I officially hire you as our family's magic consultant for XX years. In return, we will support your further studies in Dalaran."

A similar scene happened in the streets and alleys of Lordaeron.

Learning magic is very expensive. Although Dalaran, the mage kingdom, has a tradition of teaching magic for free, the magic materials, robes, staffs, etc. required for learning magic must be paid for at your own expense.

The cost of cultivating a formal mage who can safely and continuously release five different magics is about 10 knights and their retinues.

The higher you go to practice, the higher the cost.

This kind of money-burning method is enough to bankrupt a small noble.

Basically, families that are not marquis or above do not have the spare money to support a master.

Now, in just three days, Anastari has successfully made the nobles of Lordaeron, even the mages in the family, feel embarrassed to go out and say hello to other nobles.

Even the count's family pretended to be fat and followed.

The little nobles who really couldn't afford it began to raise a more promising magic apprentice just to show off.

This inadvertently led to Bolvar's tragedy. No one wanted to listen to his statement or even his complaints, and everyone was busy making sugar water man competitions.

When Bolvar found out that the game Sugar Water Man was also produced by McDonald, he was shocked and pulled out several brown-red hairs: "Oh my God! What kind of noble nobleman did I offend? He obviously

He has the power to affect the entire Lordaeron, but I rejected his kindness!?"

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