Chapter 108: The throne in exchange for a bowl of salmon soup
Looking at Alsace's persistent eyes, what could Robbie say?
The entanglements in the world are like fishing nets with hooks, entangling people unconsciously.
No one forced Alsace, no one asked Alsace, but he naturally had to do it.
This is probably responsibility and obligation, or destiny.
Robbie began to believe in fate, but of course he still did not believe in the Holy Light.
If you want to find Kel'Thuzad, you must follow Arthas. If you find an excuse to separate from Arthas, you need to start all over again. Robbie doesn't think he has much chance to meet a high-status Dalaran leader.
mage.
What's more, the mysterious Kel'Thuzad, who knows who is hiding in that broken house.
Alsace's fate was probably sealed, and Robbie decided to risk his life to accompany the prince.
Of course, Robbie's life is relatively safe. If it's not possible, he can call the Eternal Dragon to escape.
In the evening, Robbie and Alsace stayed in the guest room of the palace.
Lying on an uncomfortable bed, Robbie stared at the damaged ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Personally experiencing the unknown history had a great impact on his thoughts. He needed time to sort out his thoughts. The Guardian records history so well.
The evil is reversed and there is no distinction between black and white, far beyond what was previously expected.
The corrupt situation in Lordaeron, the persistence of the guardians themselves, and the unexpected rise of the orcs, what are the hidden reasons for this?
In a daze, Robbie heard a voice deep in his heart:
"The Burning Legion, Sargeras Void Academy, Medivh's admission notice."
This is a conspiracy, Robbie sat up suddenly.
The sound of footsteps came to Robbie's ears, and the sound was very soft. The walker deliberately slowed down his pace, not wanting to disturb others. If Robbie hadn't been transformed by the mysterious blood, and his hearing was different from ordinary people, he would never have heard it.
Gently opening the door, Robbie looked out.
In the corridor, through the bright moonlight outside the window, Robbie saw the back of a perfect woman, with a curvy figure, slender and straight legs, wearing a gorgeous red dress, and with golden hair like the sun.
The woman walked softly, stood in front of Alsace's door, and silently opened the ajar door.
In the dead of night, young women, alone and alone, have a secret tryst.
Robbie smiled slightly, feeling that it was interesting. He was probably a noble lady, or a court lady who had a good relationship with Alsace. It was foreseeable that the fire would soon turn into fire, and the mandarin duck embroidery would be turned red.
Shaking his head, Robbie decided to go back to sleep.
It's weird, it's weird, why is there no sound at all? It shouldn't be, even if it's suppressed, it won't be so silent.
When the woman walked, her arms swayed slightly, and the gold trim on her sleeves echoed in front of Robbie's eyes.
Why does it feel familiar? I have seen this Phnom Penh before.
not good!
The woman was clearly the roommate of Alsace's tomb aunt, and she was the corpse in the same coffin as Robbie.
Robbie quickly got out of bed, rushed to Alsace's room, and kicked open the door.
Alsace, wearing pajamas, was lying on the boat, drooling from the corners of his mouth, talking randomly in his sleep.
Hearing the sound of the door being kicked open, Alsace jumped up quickly.
"What's wrong? What happened? Orcs broke into the palace? Did the Silver Hand rebel?"
"The female corpse in the tomb in Deathstroke Town is here. Hey, where is it hidden?"
Seeing that Alsace was safe and sound, Robbie felt relieved. Even if Alsace had an affair with a female corpse, Robbie would not express contempt, but at least he had to ensure the safety of His Highness the Prince.
Hearing that Robbie came to find the female corpse, Alsace yawned, waved his hands with an indifferent expression and said, "Okay, it's okay, go back to sleep." After that, he lifted up the sheets, pointed under the bed and said:
"Isn't she down there?"
Robbie quickly leaned over and saw the female body with her eyes closed, lying quietly under the bed.
"Your Highness, aren't you afraid?" Robbie asked strangely.
"If from the first day you can remember, there have been different female corpses sleeping under your bed, and they have been sleeping under your bed for more than twenty years, you will feel used to it." Alsace admired the face of the female corpse under the bed, looking very calm.
Expression: "She has been with me for more than a year. Let me think about it, she should be the most beautiful and the best figure among all the female corpses."
There was clearly a slight upward arc at the corner of the female corpse's mouth.
Oh my gosh, this is amazing. Prince Alsace is really gifted.
"You disturbed my sweet dream, and I can't sleep either." Arthas sat on the edge of the bed, pointing to the chair beside him: "Sit down too, and I'll tell you the strange things about the Palace of Lordaeron.
Let’s start with our Menethil family inheriting the throne, Robbie, how much do you know about our Menethil family?”
Robbie was stunned for a long while.
Before coming, Robbie did a lot of research, including looking up the history of the Menethil family.
Unfortunately, history is very taboo about the Menethil family. How this family rose up and became the king of Lordaeron is not mentioned in history.
Not only is the Menethil family like this, but the entire royal family history of Lordaeron is completely blank.
On the other hand, some of the great nobles in Lordaeron, such as the Barov family, the Agamand Mills, the Barnir and the Solidan families, have relatively detailed records of their rise and fall.
"I remember that King Thoradin of the Arathor Empire had two outstanding generals who established immortal feats in defeating the trolls. One of them was General Lordain from the center of Tirisfal Glades. Lordain
Lun's name is to commemorate this great general."
Arthas smiled and shook his head: "Our Menethil family has nothing to do with General Lordaen. In fact, my grandfather was just an ordinary fisherman in Menethil Port when he was young."
"Fishermen?"
Robbie scratched his head, feeling a little weird.
Alsace said calmly:
"To be precise, our Menethil family's throne was obtained with a bowl of silverhead salmon soup."
"At that time, the port of Menethil was called Rotten Fish Wharf. My grandfather drove a small boat and went out to sea every day with a broken fishing net. The nearby fishermen were surprised that young Menethil always had a good harvest.
"
After taking a sip of water, Alsace continued:
"There is a small island near Lanyu Pier, called Dead Fish Island, which is a natural fish-man cemetery. People in our family have special abilities inherited from their ancestors and can communicate with the souls of the dead. Grandpa must go to Dead Fish Island before fishing.
, specifically looking for fresh fish-man corpses and asking them where there are many fish today and where is the best place to set the net."
"One evening, my grandfather had a full harvest as usual and was about to sail back. A female mage fell from the sky and landed on the bow of my grandfather's boat."
"That was a woman of insignificant age. She was gorgeously dressed, very beautiful and elegant. When my grandfather knew that he had met an expert, he used the stove on the boat to cook a pot of silverhead salmon soup. After the female mage drank it, she said it tasted great.
It was delicious and she was very satisfied with it, but she didn’t bring any money.”
"Grandpa said there was no need. A bowl of salmon soup is not worth much money. The female mage said firmly: I must repay you, not for this bowl of salmon soup. After that, she picked up grandpa and the two of them teleported to Lordaeron.
"
"Now, you are the king here, the female mage said to my grandfather."
"Guardian, McGowan."
Robbie said seriously that the identity of the female mage was easy to guess, and only the guardian McGowan could assign a king at will.
Arthas nodded:
"It's a pity that grandpa didn't know that Lordaeron was a cursed royal city." (To be continued)