Chapter 831 Thank You

In the past ten years, Gianna Mian has not been a person who has gone through ups and downs. After all, if you haven't experienced such big storms as the Dark Portal War these days, you can't be alone.

At best, she only does some minor business.

At this time in history, she had at least participated in investigating the plague with Arthas before the natural disaster broke out, and had also experienced the Stratholme Massacre, so she was completely mature.

Now, although she holds the title of Dalaran Councilor given to her by Duke, she is actually still a rookie who has not been baptized by war. It is impossible to say that she is not uneasy.

However, even elite pioneers like establishing a cross-continental bridgehead for the Alliance may not be able to do a good job, but she was suddenly handed over to a newbie, saying that it was without favoritism, but she herself did not believe it.

She does have a plan to develop Theramore in her heart, but it is based on the premise that Medivh's prophecy comes true and the situation in the entire continent of Lordaeron collapses.

Medivh's prophecy is now half correct - although the Scourge is strong, at the moment when Duke is trying to turn the tide, the situation is at least not hopelessly eroded. Now it can only be regarded as a 50-50 split between the Alliance and the Scourge.

The situation collapsed, no matter how she took the refugees away, no one said she was wrong. After all, she saved a large group of living people, right?

The situation did not collapse. When the Alliance organized a large number of refugees to move south, she took a large number of refugees out of the Eastern Kingdom without authorization. This was undoubtedly a betrayal of the Alliance! Apart from anything else, her father Dai Lin alone would not be able to let her go.

It was a completely different matter for Duke to send her there as the commander of the alliance.

It is justifiable, but it also means having strong support.

Theramona is definitely a place where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. If she manages it well, she will be the queen in the real sense. She jumped out of the shackles of Kul Tiras, and even more ruthlessly, after gaining a firm footing, not even Duke could control her.

This prospect made her already restless and unable to contain her excitement.

"How about it? Jaina, are you willing to do this job?"

Duke's question made Gianna stunned for three seconds before she came back to her senses. She almost hurriedly agreed: "Yes! Yes - of course I am willing -" The last word was almost shouted out.

Duke smiled.

In his heart, he laughed unkindly.

Theramore is a giant pit.

When the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde was good, Theramore could get by. In case the relationship is not good, who has ever seen a lion living next to a tiger cave?

Nowadays, the self-isolated xenophobes of the night elves are still talking about long live the forest. Someone must highlight the existence of the human race.

We have to send people there anyway, why not send Jaina, a ‘skilled technician’ there? Anyway, with the childhood shadow that was almost killed by the orcs, Duke was really not afraid of her sincere cooperation with Thrall.

What's more, since Duke dares to raise it, he must have a backup plan...

At this moment, if Jaina were a man, then the scene in front of her would be a typical scene of a monarch and his subjects rejoicing, and a warrior dying for his confidant. All it took was Duke's body to tremble, and Jaina to bow her head and bow.

Okay, the above content is a bit plain.

But Jaina was so happy that she almost fainted.

"You...really support me to prove myself? Aren't you afraid that I will mess up? I haven't proven myself in any field yet, so I will use magic." Jaina covered her heaving chest, hmm , quite eye-catching.

Duke, the true gentleman, turned on the video record of the system elf while staring into Jaina's eyes.

Duke smiled lightly: "Isn't this good for you, me, the refugees, and the Alliance? You want to create a career. I don't want a political marriage that I don't like. The refugees need a sanctuary. The Alliance needs one. Monitor the pioneers of the tribe. Since it’s good for everyone, I can’t think of any reason to refuse.”

What Duke said made sense. He was as smart as Gianna, but he couldn't find anything to find fault with.

"But my father..."

"I will take care of His Majesty Dai Lin's side." Duke agreed.

Political marriage is just a part of political exchange. As long as the chips are enough, there is no big problem. What's more, today is different from the past. As long as Duke refuses to acknowledge the engagement, can Daelin ignore the dual pressure from Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas and force Duke to marry Jaina?

"In terms of manpower and materials..."

"I won't miss you. I, Duke, have always been aboveboard in doing things in the league. When have you ever seen me do those unsavory little tricks? Whether the development is successful or not depends entirely on your strength, determination, and luck. And it’s definitely not about logistics.”

At this moment, Duke secretly activated the moral integrity inherited by Alonsus Faol.

ah!

Sage Du has appeared!

Bah bah bah!

Anyway, Jaina was really moved this time and almost shed tears.

First she pursed her red lips, then squirmed for a while, and finally revealed a smile that truly came from her heart since she became an adult.

It is obviously night, but it seems like morning light.

It's obviously midsummer, but it feels like early spring.

An extremely beautiful woman, after abandoning scheming, calculations and pretense, the real smile she showed was so beautiful that Duke felt as if he would suffocate due to excessive excitement at any time.

Bright eyes smile, a smile that captivates the city.

In this moment, beauty is eternal.

"Duke, thank you."

Duke lowered his head in embarrassment: "No thanks! If this is nothing... just think of it as the opportunity you got in exchange for Mrs. Marcus's golden name."

Yes, Duke's status in the alliance is so important at the moment that if it were any other noble girl, she would be his wife even if her life was short.

Gianna is different.

She truly inherited the will and legacy of the sea hero Daelin Proudmoore. From the beginning, she was not the kind of woman who was willing to be a young mistress at home.

The heroic blood flowing in her body drives her to take risks and explore the world.

Give the canary a birdcage.

Give seagulls an ocean.

Give the dragon a piece of the sky.

This is Duke's way, and it is the best way.

Feeling Duke's otherworldly courage, at this moment, Gianna's heart, which she thought had been dead for a long time, showed signs of loosening, and unknowingly, a trace of red clouds flew onto her cheeks.

Jaina couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that I have suffered a big loss by giving up your identity as a wife."

Duke smiled handsomely: "Oh, really? Whether you lose or make money, only your own feelings are the most real. I never take the judgment of outsiders seriously."

"It's just that if I fail to develop... what should I do? My father will definitely not want me, and my second brother will not welcome me back to Kul Tiras. Even my followers will not believe me by then. Then wouldn’t I be miserable?”