The Black Dragon Princess had eaten and drank enough. She happily took a bag of magic gems presented by the nobles and went to rest alone in the cave in the back mountain. She soon remembered the thunderous snoring sound, like the roar of thunder.
The party was over, and the nobles left angrily. They had passed another test and could live a stable life for a few days.
In this chaotic era, some people are happy, some are sad, and some are able to survive alone.
The drunken Margaret climbed into the noble's bed without knowing it. Robbie stayed alone in the manor. The black cat was attracted by a big mouse, chased it, and went to play alone.
Robbie wanted to take the opportunity to "visit" the Black Dragon Princess. Thinking of Count Agamand adding water to the wine glass, Robbie felt it was necessary to understand the situation with the count first.
The guards in the manor were useless to Robby. He easily avoided the patrolling guards and many servants and entered Count Agamand's study. Even though it was already late at night, the Count still did not rest and was busy working under the oil lamp.
Robbie knocked on the door, and Count Agamand frowned. He didn't understand why there was no servant to notify that a guest was coming. He was wondering who knocked on the door, and Robbie lowered his voice and said:
"Count Agamand, Prince Alsace sends his regards."
"His Royal Highness Prince Alsace!"
Count Agamand stood up in excitement. For a nobleman who was far away from his homeland, when he heard that the prince of his country had sent someone, he immediately felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and he hurriedly opened the door.
In the fifteenth year of the Dark Portal, two major events happened. One was Prince Arthas joining the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the other was the birth of Varian's son, Prince Anduin.
In today's Stormwind City, the birth of King Varian's beloved son has not attracted much attention. He is just one of the many descendants of His Majesty the King. Whether he can become a prince depends on Medivh's gift.
A bit of holy light appeared on Robbie's fingertips, and he whispered: "Count Agamand, I am a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Robbie Capor, a comrade of His Highness the Prince, Alsace sent me here
Searching for old friends in Stormwind City.”
Earl Agamand was already old and had a lot of white hair on his temples. He respectfully invited Robbie to enter the study. The old Earl would not believe Robbie easily and asked without any trace: "I don't know.
His Highness the Prince's fiancée, Miss Daphne, is so kind. They had an engagement when they were very young."
Does Prince Arthas have any girlfriends? Even his only rumored girlfriend, Jaina, is a far-fetched product. Robbie knew that Count Agamand was testing him and shrugged: "I have never heard of Daphne.
Miss, there are always female corpses appearing under the bed of our noble Prince for no reason, I don’t know if they count as his girlfriend.”
Naturally, very few people know about Alsace's secrets. Count Agamand is one of the few insiders. He has some trust in Robbie. As if intentionally or unintentionally, he mentioned the Knights of the Silver Hand many times.
For example, Lightbringer Uther, Tirion Fordring and others.
Robbie knew these guys very well and had beaten them several times. Their conversation was flawless. Count Agamand finally believed Robbie and relaxed his vigilance.
"We wanderers who are wandering around miss our homeland all the time. Lordaeron has become so rotten that I can do nothing but choose to escape. I am an incompetent coward and a failed deserter. Every time I recall the customs and customs of my hometown, my heart
Like a knife twisting."
Earl Agamemand's eyes were filled with tears as he missed his homeland.
"Young friend, please come with me."
The earl put on his coat and led the way, passing the extravagant orc buildings, turning left and right in the manor, and finally stopped in an inconspicuous corner and stood in front of a broken windmill.
"This is the family's windmill in Brill. It was my favorite place when I was a child. I have left countless beautiful memories. I still remember my first date here with my wife. After I established a foothold in Stormwind City, I sent someone to
After being dismantled, they were packaged and shipped, and then assembled according to the original appearance.”
The earl's face was full of wrinkles and trembling, tears welling up in his eyes: "Every time I see this windmill, I think of the scenery of my hometown. Unfortunately, all the beauty has gone with the wind. The orc shelter has completely destroyed Luo
Dan Lun.”
Robbie looked at the windmill quietly, his thoughts also full of thoughts. Thinking of the tragedy of Lordaeron, he couldn't help but sigh and said:
"Kingdom has no eternity, no empire lasts forever."
Thinking of that experience in Lordaeron, Robbie felt a little depressed.
The count entered the wooden house under the windmill, which turned out to be an exquisite small bar with luxurious decoration.
There is only one bartender in the small bar, a slender and pretty woman.
"Reni, the distinguished guest is here. Go to the wine cellar and get the bottle of wine."
The bartender nodded, turned and entered the back room.
"Reni is the proprietress of the Briar Hotel, a very capable bartender. Lordaeron doesn't even have enough to eat, and there's no food to make wine, so I invited her here."
The count took matters into his own hands, put on his apron, washed his hands, stood at the edge of the bar, and cut the ham skillfully.
"How about Devilsaur ham? How about some Night Town ham?"
"Anything is fine," Robbie said nonchalantly.
"I also have a delicious sauce here, a private recipe that will never be shared with others. The taste ranks first in the continent of Azeroth... Oh, no, it's not first, second, second."
The earl's voice gradually became softer and a little bitter.
"Why second instead of first?" Robbie asked casually.
The count stopped his hand, continued working for a long time, and murmured:
"In the Cutthroat Alley of Stormwind City, there is a workshop run by a forest troll, which is specially used to process an extremely delicious sauce for Grom Hellscream. Because of the popularity of the orc religion, many confused noble girls want it.
To marry an orc, only the most beautiful girl with the best skin is qualified to enter this workshop..."
"Oh my God!" Robbie felt horrified.
"I have tried to persuade many obsessed girls, but unfortunately they pointed their fingers at me and accused me of lying."
The earl shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Actually, this is normal. Even King Varian admires the orcs very much. What can I do? I thought that the orcs destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind and harbored hatred for the country and family.
King Lean could be full of hatred for the orcs, but he didn't expect it to be like this.
After the ham was cut, Reni brought a small jug of wine as big as his fist and started mixing the wine.
Reni first took out two large glasses, poured them into the newly brewed spirits, then added a large amount of honey, juice, cream, lemon juice, rose petals, etc., stirred them gently to mix them together, and a flame appeared on the
In Reni's hands, two large glasses of wine quickly boiled, and Reni used the freezing technique. The outer layer of the liquor froze, while the center was still boiling.
It's really a pleasing art, it's done just right, it's simply breathtaking.
Renee opened the small jug, poured out the purple liquid, and poured half into each of the two glasses.
The earl raised his glass and said to Robbie: "Cheers to Lordaeron."
Robbie also raised his glass and took a sip. The taste was not particularly good. There was too much honey and juice, which diluted the excitement of the liquor.
However, after I swallowed it, a bitter sadness rushed from my stomach to my head. Inexplicable sorrow echoed in my mind. Loss and grief were intertwined deep in my heart, and tears almost flowed out.
Robbie didn't know where the sad feeling in the wine came from. He took another sip and found that his mouth was filled with sweetness and no bitterness at all. Where did the sad feeling come from? So he asked: "What is the purple liquid?"
"
Count Agamand couldn't hold it in any longer, burst into tears, and replied:
"There is a small purple flower in Lordaeron. It takes a hundred flowers to make such a small pot."
Robbie was secretly surprised, those were the Tears of Alsace.
The earl wiped his tears and shook his head: "If you don't talk about this anymore, you probably don't know my identity yet, right?"
Does the count have any other hidden identity?
"In the Kingdom of Stormwind, I still have another identity, the leader of the Stonemasons Brotherhood. I am Edwin VanCleef." (To be continued)