If I have to find fault with this interracial couple, it’s that there’s something slightly wrong with their status. No matter how powerful the Stratholme Federation is, the title on MacDonald’s head right now is that of a duke. It’s not appropriate to marry the king of a country.
On the other hand, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
Goddess Elune personally acts as a pimp, ah, she is acting as a matchmaker.
The goddess is happy with it. In a country where the gods are in power, any objections will be suppressed by the goddess herself. The key is that McDonald is still the direct descendant of the White Deer God Malorne, holding an antlered axe.
At the moment when Cenarius was jumping up and down, if Cenarius voted in favor, the druid wouldn't even let out a single fart.
Okay, the Goddess sect and the Druids sect are both in favor, but there is still one objection.
Elf noble?
I heard that all the remaining night elf nobles went to Quel'Thalas. Well, Kael'thas is still carrying shoes for McDonald.
Catherine thought about it in her mind, but couldn't find any reason to object. Watching Tyrande feed a grape to MacDonald, who was slightly stiff, Catherine's whole body was messy in the night wind.
"As you can see, although I am very grateful for the favor of the Proudmoore family, if I get married, I will first consider Whispering Wind Pavilion...er, Tyrande." McDonald read the script, one left paw very
He hugged Tyrande's waist politely.
Unfortunately, the moon cloth was too smooth and it slid down a little bit. The gentleman McDonald very wisely lifted his hand up a little and returned it to its original position. Who knows, Tyrande suddenly slid his hand down.
What's going on with this electric shock feeling?
McDonald stared at Tyrande in astonishment. Unexpectedly, the other party returned a small look full of love and whispered: "If it's you, it's okay."
McDonald decisively joined the UC Shock Department.
The dried banana gentleman is actually me!?
Over there, Catherine, who had agreed to come to the dinner, but ended up being fed a mouthful of dog food, didn't stay up for an hour before she excused herself from the dinner because she felt unwell.
This is the privilege of the elderly.
Let him retreat without a fight, this is McDonald's purpose.
She had just come out of the banquet hall feeling a little lost. Catherine's attendants had just put on her coat when Barcellas, known as Mai's butler, appeared.
"Dear Madam, I have been instructed by my Lord to come to discuss Stratholme's compensation cooperation plan for Kul Tiras. I wonder if you are free now?"
Catherine narrowed her eyes, unable to tell whether she was feeling disappointed or happy.
At least, McDonald's didn't really kill Kul Tiras.
At least, every country or race that can join the alliance will have a living.
She let out a long sigh: "Your Excellency Barsselas, please lead the way."
After a while, after reading the package plan provided by the other party, it can be seen that McDonald is actually quite sincere. Probably the Stratholme Federation is willing to increase its efforts to support the development of Kul Tiras. In order to solve the problem of lack of iron ore
, the Federation proposed to build a very large new shipyard for Kul Tiras on the former Atonement Island.
"Why here?"
Barthras explained patiently: "First, this is already the territory of Kul Tiras; second, this is close to the Dalaran iron mining area, and we can even consider helping you build a cross-sea bridge for free to facilitate the transportation of ore.
"Third, Atonement Island is close enough to the coastline. If necessary, we can support you through coastal defense artillery."
At the end of the Second Dark Portal War, the Isle of Atonement was given to Kul Tiras by the Fraginal Fruit. To be honest, because it is too far away from the mainland, this place has always been used as a supply port.
Now it seems that it can be given higher value and meaning.
It's a little far from Catherine's ideal, but it's not a solution.
"All right."
Better than nothing.
Suddenly, Catherine saw a clause: "This is..."
It says that the targets of the cooperation plan do not include other great nobles of Kul Tiras.
Barthras actually didn't understand, so he could only follow McDonald's instructions: "My lord said that the vassals of the vassals are not the vassals of Proudmoore. All he wants is the friendship of the royal family of Proudmoore.
"
The corners of Catherine's eyes twitched slightly. According to her understanding of Macdonald, it was obvious that she was wary of Tandre's men.
This is not a good sign.
The most intuitive means that he knows that your Proudmoore family has two or five young men, but he can't tell.
This hint made Catherine shiver.
"I understand. I'll let Tandre clean the house."
"Well, it's better to keep the house clean."
This has been made clear.
There is no other way, McDonald's can only do this.
Except for the royal family, all the four major families in Kul Tiras are cheating.
In later generations, Ashvane directly rebelled and led pirates to attack the Proudmoore family; Lord Stormsong secretly knelt and licked Queen Azshara; Lord Vercrus of Drustvar fell ill, and later because his wife was taken advantage of, the entire manor became corrupt.
It has become the haunted lair of a poisonous witch.
In line with the principle of not giving money to scam products, McDonald's designated the place of use.
Catherine was a little unwilling and tried secretly: "Can you invest more in Theramore?"
This was not ordered by McDonald. Barcellas thought for a while. After all, Gianna was McDonald's sweetheart, so let's add more. After thinking for a while, he nodded: "Okay."
Here, Barcellas helps Mr. Mai make up the pot.
Over there, Mr. Mai was in a dilemma.
"Tylande, calm down."
"I'm very calm! Although you told me just to distract Kul Tiras, I think this proposal is actually a good one. You see, even the goddess Elune agreed."
The moon in the sky twinkled, as if it had an emoticon, and its aunt was smiling.
This is very embarrassing.
"No, actually, that..." Before McDonald could finish speaking, he could already feel the amazing elasticity of the mooncloth fabric on his chest.
"Idiot, it was Kalia who asked me to do it in person." Tyrande puffed, "I don't mind, even if it's just a wife in name only."
McDonald's heart skipped a beat.
This is really Kalia's style.
Ashamed of Menethil's surname, Kaliya did not want to formally marry him to her death. She could have a midnight snack, but even if she wanted a child, it would have to be after Macdonken had a legal heir.
"Can you let me think about it? Don't force me." McDonald's voice dropped.
Who knew that Tyrande actually let go and just kissed his forehead politely.
"Of course, I've been waiting for ten thousand years, so I won't miss that much time. But, will you promise me?"
"Promise what?"
Tyrande's bright eyes looked directly at McDonald at close range: "Don't bind your heart for strange ideas, and don't let down any sincerity, okay?"
