Chapter 1038 42. Three Old Fathers

No matter how strong a person is, there are troubles that cannot be solved.

This is a truth.

Just like the dark titan Sargeras of Megatron has his own troubles, Lord Tyrion, who is almost invincible in Azeroth, is sitting alone on the edge of the platform of the dark temple, sulking.

He is like those young people who pursue certain fashions, sitting on this floating city, with his feet in the air, letting the howling cold wind blow his body, hair, and skin that is colder than the wind.

He didn't wear the cool, dark dragon armor made for him by black blacksmiths, nor did he wear the freehand black swordsman's robe. He only wore a black woolen sweater, army trousers and a pair of boots , looks a little thin in such a season and such a high sky.

Of course, for the undead, even if they don't wear anything, sitting here naked is not a big problem, but this kind of attire still adds a lonely temperament to the slightly frustrated high lord at this time.

He doesn't want to talk to anyone, he is very irritable and lost now.

His wife, Blood Mistress Aurelia, after learning about Taelia's "little story", held a family meeting last night. The meeting did not go smoothly. He had a big fight with his adoptive mother and ended up in confinement. His lovely daughter Dornan and goddaughter Vanessa were locked in their room on the lower floor, and his guard knight was watching the two little girl.

Taelia, a stubborn girl who was determined not to reveal where Flynn was, was forcibly sent to her biological father overnight by 13 fully armed Salain agents.

I heard that this sudden incident made His Excellency Fortagen extremely annoyed.

The Forgotten Kings are a great nobleman born in the old Stormwind Kingdom, and the Fordragon family has been one of the great nobles of mankind since the time of Emperor Thoradin, and is a rare ancient family in human civilization. One, in this era, although the Fordragon family has been withered, and the last generation of Patriarch, Bolvar Fordragon, the regent of the Old Stormwind Kingdom, has died, the imprint of the ancient inheritance is still engraved on it. In the deepest part of his icy veins.

He can allow his daughter to abandon the identity and inheritance of nobility.

He could allow her to live her life as a citizen in the Commonwealth.

He could even allow Taelia to follow the surname of her future husband's family, completely ending the magnificent history of the Fordragon family.

But he couldn't allow Taelia Fortagan to fall in love with a former pirate like a scumbag, and even make a private contract for life. Flynn's bad past and his not-so-innocent soul are a big deal for Taelia Fortagan. A kind of blasphemy of the blood flowing in Leah's body!

Old men don't care about romance or longing for freedom, especially those old men who are responsible for supervising the evolution of civilization and deducing the rules of world order. They are the most rigid and ruthless group of people in this world, and they have become part of the rules of world order. The real Bolvar Fordragon would not blame his daughter for being ignorant, he would only vent all his anger on that damned bastard pirate.

Of course, this is what the Great Lord wishes to do most at this time...

"Flynn Fairwind!"

Tyrion raised his head and drank a glass of cold blood wine mixed with ice cubes. He raised his other hand, and between his fingers, there was an extremely realistic and vivid magic image. It's the scene when Captain Flynn and Taelia are swimming in Kul Tiras arm in arm.

The great lord looked at the young man Flynn's smile on the magic image, as if he saw a guy who didn't know what to do, and was provoking him!

"Come on then, little bastard!"

There was a glimmer of coldness in Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, which was a trace of undisguised killing intent.

"Nasa, is there any result of the investigation on Flynn Fairwind?"

The high lord asked in a low voice. Behind him, in the shadow cast by the pillars of the platform hall, Nasa was standing there quietly with her hands bound, like a statue, facing Tyrion's question , Nasa tapped the communicator next to her ear with her finger, and after a while, she whispered:

"The best agents under my command have arrived in Kul Tiras. They will search the entire Drustvar and everything related to Flynn, and our "envoys" who stay there will do their best, rest assured Now, High Lord, if Flynn really has something to do with N'Zoth, then that damned man will definitely not be able to escape!"

"Well, that's good."

Tyrion nodded, his eyes looked blankly at the sea of ​​clouds under his feet, and he said:

"Have Lord Bolvar and Lord Cyrus arrived?"

"They arrived 5 minutes ago, High Lord, and...His Excellency Dai Lin is also here."

"good!"

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On the second floor of the Dark Temple, this is where the various departments of the Dark Blade hold meetings. There are many neatly organized halls, all of which are ghost servants of the Dark Temple. According to the preferences of the Great Lord and some important elders, Rooms with various civilization styles are arranged here, which are occasionally used to hold certain gatherings within the Dark Blade Legion, such as birthday parties, or mourning ceremonies, etc.

"click"

The door of the living room was pushed open, and Tyrion, who had put on a swordsman's robe, walked into the living room. On the two chairs in front of him were Taelia's biological father, Bolvar Fortagen, and Taelia's father. Her adoptive father, Hagel Cyrus, and the uninvited admiral, Lord Dai Lin, the sea demon king.

Including the great lord Tyrion who arrived last, the four people sitting in this room are all elders related to little Taelia.

The great lord nodded slightly to the three people in front of him, and then sat on the last chair of the square table. After he took his seat, the four undead looked at each other and looked at you, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant for a while.

If these four people want to discuss the destruction of a city, or massacre hundreds of thousands of people, then it is in line with their temperament, but now, the four undead old men want to discuss the life of a 19-year-old girl Big things... This is somewhat incompatible with their identities.

"First of all, I would like to apologize to Lord Bolvar and Lord Cyrus..."

The great lord closed his eyes slightly, his fingers were dancing on the table, and he whispered:

"Little girl Taelia is your daughter and also my daughter. My wife and I should have fulfilled our responsibilities as foster parents and prepared a bright and happy future for this child, but recent events have been too complicated to make The two of us neglected Taelia and this happened...I'm sorry, both of us, it shouldn't have happened."

Tyrion's undisguised apology made the atmosphere in the living room a little more relaxed. Bolvar Fordragon, who had a sullen face, coughed lightly, and he glanced at the silent Seymour beside him. Major General Les and Dai Lin, he shook his head:

"No, it's not all your fault, High Lord."

"Ms. Alleria and I have seen the love for Taelia. Because of this, I agreed with her to grow up in the Dark Temple. I...I have tried to repair the relationship between me and my daughter, But I couldn't hold on, she looked at me like a stranger sometimes, but I don't blame her."

"After all, when I was still alive, I was an unqualified ass father who left my own daughter overseas and ignored... Seriously, I don't think I have the right to blame her. The blood connection is not enough In order to make me a qualified father, I even feel that Taelia and that damn Flynn may be together to get revenge on me...revenge for my indifference to her."

The powerful undead in the Council of Forgotten Kings lowered his head, he was a little silent, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, I was also wrong about Taelia's matter."

"But the cause of this matter was caused by me, both of you."

After Bovar finished speaking, Major General Cyrus, who was raised by Taelia, who sat in front of Tyrion, said that among Taelia's three fathers, the relationship between this girl and Cyrus It is the deepest, he is more like Taelia's real father.

The great Kul Tiras knight who once followed Dai Lin took off his helmet with some shame, revealing his old, weathered face. He died in the Kul Tiras defense battle. , is a powerful death knight resurrected by Tyrion himself, and after Dai Lin became the commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, Cyrus, who was originally unwilling to serve Tyrion, also rejoined the Dead Sea Fleet and became a captain .

Cyrus' voice was low and muddy, like sea water in a storm. He picked up a bottle of rum, bit the bottle open rudely, and after taking a sip of the tasteless wine, he said to Terry Ang and Bolvar say:

"Flynn, that is also the child I grew up with. He was an orphan born in Boralus. He liked to play with Taelia since he was a child. I thought it was the friendship between children, but I also didn't expect that the relationship between them would be so deep...it would remain until now, and then blossom into flowers of love, and bring about such a bad result..."

"Googling"

Cyrus raised his head and continuously poured the rum in his hand into his mouth. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head, and his tone became more stubborn:

"Since this incident started because of me, then I will end it myself!"

"Your Excellency Bovar, great lord, I assure you! Taelia's future will not be affected by Flynn! I promise, they will go their own way and never interfere with each other again!"

"I just hope, Flynn... that kid has done some wrong things, but he's gotten out of the quagmire of sin."

Major General Sellers said sincerely:

"I hope that he won't lose his future because of this incident. We are Dark Blade, we are not demons..."

"certainly!"

Tyrion glanced at Bolvar, and Bolvar looked at him. After a few seconds, the high lord reached out and knocked on the corner of the table. He whispered:

"After all, we are not unreasonable people... As long as Flynn makes the right choice, we will save his life, Cyrus, you are also Taelia's father, you treat her as your own daughter , Believe me, the same is true for Me and Your Excellency Bolvar, who doesn’t want their daughter to live a happy life..."

"But the problem is, Cyrus, Flynn... He may not be "clean"! The meeting between him and Taelia is too "coincidence", and for people like us, coincidence Such a thing must be accompanied by some conspiracy that has already begun to be carried out."

"Those girls... They indulge in that meaningless romance, always thinking that love is everything, but that thing is nothing! Taelia, does she really understand Flynn? No, she doesn't understand at all That man... that's the problem!"

The great lord gritted his teeth, but in the end he said helplessly:

"Kids will resent us for making decisions for them. They always think they can make decisions, but in fact they can't. Wearing adult clothes does not mean they have grown up. There are not so many beautiful and happy things in this world. , I hope they will know one day that we are for their own good, we will rule out all bad options for them, and they just need to move forward and enjoy their own happiness and life."

"Ah, I hope what happened to Taelia can remind Dornan and Vanessa, otherwise, I will really have a headache in the future."

While talking, Tyrion turned his head to look at Dai Lin. He looked at the uninvited general. He distributed three cigars to everyone in front of him, and asked softly:

"What do you think? Your Excellency Dai Lin, you are here, don't you want to express your opinion?"

The sea demon king didn't answer immediately, but slowly lit the cigar. When the smoke with the strange aroma rose, he leaned on the comfortable chair. He looked at the three dead spirits in front of him, the three men, Father of three, he shrugged and whispered:

"I came here just to avoid some choices that you may regret... Believe me, everyone, I also have a daughter. I am from the past, and my grandson is about to be born."

"But it seems that you don't need my advice yet, so I will wait and watch... Then when necessary, as someone who has experienced it, tell you what to do. Seriously, sometimes, you have to Give the children the choice... I mean, sometimes, there are things that you can't decide."

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While the great lord was discussing with others, in Dornan's room, the little princess, who seemed a little irritable because she had quarreled with her parents and was imprisoned, was sitting in the messy room where she was beaten, and she was angry While gesturing to the little ghost Yuna squatting in front of her with her fingers, Vanessa, who sneaked here at some point, stuffed a note full of words into Yuna's hand .

The irregular sign language and the words on the note conveyed a very important message to Yuna.

"Go find Flynn!"

"Tell him to hide quickly! My mother brought someone to catch him!"

"Go! Tell him not to be impulsive! Taelia is safe now...but if he gets caught, it's all over!"

The little ghost, who had always been confused in the past, became very smart at this moment. She gestured an OK gesture to Dornan and Vanessa, jumped into the crack of the dead world, and watched Yuna disappear. The two girls seemed to have lost all their strength, and they collapsed on their own beds.

Dornan stared blankly at the ceiling of the room, while Vanessa buried her head on Dornan's waist. The two grown-up girls were a little afraid of the gradual evolution of this matter, and the result of the development. , but these messy questions were swirling in their minds, but they could not get the answers. Dornan, Vanessa, like girls of the same age, had fantasized about love, but the strength of their parents and the powerlessness brought about by this action The feeling made them finally cover their eyes helplessly.

Taelia, Taelia, we can only help you so far...

"Dornan, Dornan, say,"

Vanessa asked in a low, frustrated voice:

"Is this our future too?"

Dornan shook her head, she didn't know how to answer this question, but... that answer, maybe this child also knows, it's either not that exciting, or satisfying.