Chapter 1095 Dancing with Dragons

Facing the questions from his core subordinates, Duke pondered for a moment and said: "I have no intention of disbanding the entire aristocracy. To be honest, rulers are necessary. Without rulers, the people below will be in chaos. But What I, and even the entire world, need is a group of rulers who unite together, actively prepare for war, and face various dark forces such as the Burning Legion, rather than worms who dare to attack frontline soldiers for their own benefit."

"My Lord, what else have you seen in the long river of time?" Windsor asked.

"War! Not only with the Burning Legion and the Scourge, but also with the elemental lords of ancient times, and the most evil ancient gods! And there will be a war like the third Dark Portal every two or three years. The battle." Duke deceived his men in an extremely clever way.

If Duke had said this twenty years ago, he would probably have been regarded as an idiot, but humans are an incredibly adaptable race, and in the past twenty years, everyone has become accustomed to it.

No one doesn't believe it.

Believing, the four people in the carriage all looked stern.

"Understood! Let us do our little bit for our Lord. Let's open up a bright future for this troubled world!" Led by Windsor, the four of them bowed and saluted Duke.

On the other hand, as expected, the storm nobles started to connect with each other as soon as the meeting ended.

However, they sadly found that they could not find anyone on their side, or even a combination that could compete with the 'tyranny' of Duke Marcus.

At this moment, they were infinitely surprised to find that someone actually committed the crime - Countess Katrana Anresto, who suddenly publicly announced that a masquerade party would be held tonight.

right!

It's the kind of person who wears a mask and doesn't even have to show his face.

The countess was so considerate that she specifically ordered the person delivering the invitation to convey directly orally that she would not even recognize the family crest on the carriage, but only the invitation and not the person.

If you feel sleepy, you will be given a pillow. From the most powerful duke to the insignificant baron, at least two to three hundred nobles directly agreed to attend the banquet.

When receiving the news, Bolvar was silent for a long time.

In the shadow in front of him, stood a shadowy man. He was short and lean, with deep brown eyes, and asked: "Your Majesty the Regent, what should I do?"

Bolvar finally waved his hand: "I have reached an agreement with Regent Marcus, I don't care about this matter. And doing so will obviously help make the Kingdom of Stormwind a more powerful country! You just need to focus on [ Ghost Wolf] Just take action.”

"Understood!" The man retreated silently.

Looking at the empty room, Bolvar sighed: "Duke, don't let me down."

This night, the atmosphere was strange.

When it got dark, the doors of almost all noble houses opened, and many carriages filed out. Some of these carriages bear family crests, while others are uncrested carriages used by servants to purchase goods.

More than four figures of carriages suddenly flooded the streets. Even when Stormwind City was being rebuilt, Duke designed all arterial roads in the city plan to be lanes that could accommodate six carriages in parallel. The core arterial roads that ran through the entire city were even more incomparable. An exaggerated twelve lanes.

However, when thousands of carriages came out at the same time in a premeditated manner, traffic inevitably fell into chaos.

If MI7 tried to track some major nobles, they would go crazy, because they simply don't have that many manpower to track every carriage and figure out who is sitting in it.

However, the nobles soon fell into doubts.

It stands to reason that their obfuscation so openly would at least attract a large number of stalkers. Just like MI7, there are only a few dozen truly elite thieves, and the rest are peripheral members with quite average standards. The number of these people is only around 500.

Moreover, the thieves group of less than a thousand people has to be distributed in the rather vast territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Except for the Marcus family, which may have fewer people, there must be thirty or forty people in each of the other districts, right?

There will not be more than 200 thieves from the seven regions that can actually be mobilized in Stormwind City.

But... not a single stalker.

The nobles who wanted to attend the masquerade arrived successfully. They were not worried about being questioned later by the two regents. The high-ranking guys had either prepared substitutes long ago, or a few of them claimed to be playing cards together, and a bunch of loyal servants helped to make perjury.

Entering Countess Anrestor's manor in the east of Stormwind City, which is as gorgeous as a duke's palace, the nobles can hear the joyous sounds coming from the huge and glorious villa from a distance.

A band composed entirely of high elven musicians, playing the most popular music from the Quel'Thalas era.

Sometimes cheerful, sometimes passionate, sometimes languid, it constantly stirred the heartstrings of the nobles. If the facts of what happened today were not too great, there might have been many energetic young men and women of the nobles running to roll around in the trees around the villa at this moment. went.

It's said to be a masquerade, but in fact it's okay to deceive outsiders. Nobles who are familiar with each other will always recognize the decorative codes specially left on each other's bodies.

Seeing those familiar big shots arriving one after another, the young nobles were filled with ecstasy. In their eyes, this was enough power to subvert the entire kingdom and even exile that damn Grand Duke Marcus.

Unfortunately, after the banquet started, the atmosphere was very strange.

Because everyone saw that the heroine of the masquerade, Countess Anresto, who only wore a small golden mask to cover her eyes, ignored the other nobles and followed a girl to the accompaniment of music. Young nobles dance.

Even the nobles who were very close could not hear what the two of them were whispering.

Fortunately, they didn't hear it. If they heard it, they would probably be scared to death.

"Dear Grand Duke Marcus, I remember that I didn't seem to have sent you an invitation."

right! That’s right!

At this moment, the person dancing with the countess was Duke, who was wearing a ridiculous upper elf mask. Of course, no one in this world would know that the two metal ornaments on the mask's ears are actually small dragon-slaying knives. There is also a line of Chinese written on it - Dragon Slaying Sword, click to get it.

Duke, who had a bad taste, gently held the delicate hand of the humanoid Black Dragon Princess with one hand, enjoying the soft and boneless touch, while the other hand hugged her waist without hesitation. Well, the hand still slides down a little from time to time.

Every time he felt the faint anger coming from the princess, he would look like "my hand slipped, I'm sorry".

"I like fun the most, and I also have the habit of never letting go of the things I love."

It rained heavily yesterday, so I was forced to go out, and then I knelt down...I caught a cold