Chapter 338: Weird little king

Stormwind, Stormwind Fortress, a black-haired twenty-something young man is looking at the parchment in his hand.
"Azim, you said that elf teacher went to Lothar Manor outside the city?"
"Yes, Your Majesty Sattar, according to our dark-line report in the Lothar family, they intercepted the elves halfway in the name of Duke Ebel, who was critically ill. Then the majesty rushed to Lothar Manor from the air, and his entourage He is still in the Elwynn Forest and has not yet arrived in Shining Golden Town."
Sattar Wrynn sat on the throne, tapping his fingers on his knees: "How is Duke Ebel's health?"
"Very dangerous," the human with a red mask replied standing in the shadows. "Our people have observed that the fire of his life is like a candle in the wind, and it may be extinguished at any time."
"Very well," Sattar nodded. "According to the plan, I will inform the Minister of Finance to continue preparing for my enthronement ceremony."
"Yes!"
After everyone had quit, he quietly looked at the shaking candle and whispered in his mouth: "Father..."
Three days later, Aristophane led Alleria and the others into Stormwind City. Vereesa looked at the buildings on both sides of the mainland with some curiosity, although when he came from the north before, it was a ship disembarking at the port of Stormwind City. , But she hadn't visited Stormwind City.
"It looks so shabby here," Vereesa, wearing a hood, whispered to Alleria.
"After all, this is a human place, Vereesa, haven't you noticed it on the Deadwind Trail?"
"But the people there are totally different from the people in this city." Veresa looked at the people around. "The humans of Le Newmoreville are full of hope and vitality, although their houses are not as luxurious as here. , But their mental state is good."
"...The situation is wrong here, Vereesa, be more vigilant," As an elf who often travels between Stormwind and Linumouville, Alleria can of course feel that something is wrong in Stormwind.
The group of them rushed to Stormwind Fortress under the leadership of the wizard mage, and after the guard reported, the young Sattar Wrynn walked out in person.
"Good day, Aristophanes Grand Magister."
"Anar\'belore, congratulations to you in the name of Nikko, Your Highness Sattar, these are Alleria and Vereesa, they are my sisters." Aristophane and the other elves got off the horse while he Say hello to the human with a crown in front of you and introduce it.
"Bal\'adash, hello, your Royal Highness Sattar." Alleria and Vereesa took off their hoods, their beautiful blonde and silver hair complemented each other, even if they were as firm as Sattar, they lost their senses, but He quickly reacted and enthusiastically invited a group of people into Stormwind Fortress.
In the garden of the side hall to the north of the fortress, Aristophane, who has finished cleaning, is chatting with Claude Lothar who was called by Sattar.
Looking at the very cautious and silent younger generation, Aristophane took the lead: "Claude, do you know Ebel's decision?"
"Ah? What's the decision?" Claude was stunned, and then reacted, "Oh, you are talking about branching out some family members to the Deadwind Path? I see, the manpower is already in the selection, about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Can submit a list."
"What about your opinion?"
"My opinion? I don't have any opinion," Claude shook his head toward the rattle. "You can choose yourself when the time comes."
The wizard wizard was a little helpless and waved his hand: "I see, you can go ahead."
Claude is relieved and hurry up
continue reading! Turning around, he wanted to leave here, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and gave the elf mage a look and quickly left the garden. Alleria jumped over from the tree next to it.
"He seems to be afraid of you, Aristophanes."
"No, he is not afraid of me, but he has some secrets for fear of being known by me," Aristophanes narrowed his eyes, recalling the look in Claude's eyes. "The head of the Lothar family is wise and reckless. , But absolutely no fear of me..."
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Alleria thoughtfully: "No wonder Vereesa and I feel that the atmosphere in Stormwind is not right."
"Alleria, arrange a task for you."
"You said."
"Spend out two of the rangers we brought, I want to know what they are hiding!"
"Yes!"
After a welcoming dinner, the wizard mage returned to his room, and then Alleria followed him into the room with a flash.
"Is it clear?" Looking at the female elf who was still wearing a lavender strapless dress, Aristophane asked while releasing her thermostat.
"Laura and Renault have already returned. According to the news they inquired, Sattar's superiority was closely related to the noble council, and the death of the old king seemed to be handled by Sattar alone."
"What does it mean to do it all?" Aristophan frowned.
"After the king died, he didn't let anyone approach the corpse. He carried the old king into the coffin and cremated it by himself. Even his sister and mother were stopped by the nobles outside the morgue."
"That's interesting..." the elf mage muttered to himself, thinking of Claude's reminder, "it seems that this new king is very much supported by the council's nobles!"
Just then there was a knock on the door: "Master Aristophane~EbookFREE.me~ Have you rested?"
"Not yet, what's the matter?"
"Your Majesty Sattar, please."
Aristophan winked Alleria: "Okay, I'll follow you when I clean up."
A few minutes later, Aristophane came to the brightly lit main hall of Stormwind Fortress. Sattar sat on the throne, and Claude stood beside him, looking worried.
"Master, please sit down, is the diet tonight still likable?"
"It's okay, I always don't mind this kind of thing. I don't know what my Majesty Kuiye wants to say when I see you?" The wizard mage Shi Shiran sat down and glanced at Claude.
"That's it, Your Excellency Aristophanes, I want to ask you for something," Sattar stroked the handle. "It is when the new king takes the throne tomorrow. I hope you can use some gorgeous, beautiful, Spells that will not harm others, so as to set the atmosphere for my enthronement."
"What are you talking about?" Aristophane looked at the human king in front of him, "playing a beautiful spell to enhance the atmosphere?"
"Why? Is there a problem?" Sattar's eyes changed, and his tone became cold. "Aren't you mages doing these tricks."
"Claude, what's the situation?" Aristophane turned to look at him.
"Uh, Aristophane, Sattar is very young, and the death of the king is said to be related to dark magic..." Claude was a little embarrassed.
"Claude, shut up!" Sattar shouted angrily, then turned to look at the wizard mage, "What? Just a little bit of demand, can't you do it?"
Aristophane looked at the little king who was eager to try, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, King Sattar,
continue reading! I hope you will not regret it tomorrow. "
"The son of Wrynn is fearless!" Sattar stared at the elf mage, saying word by word.