Fel doesn't lie to you

"My goodness……"

Varian couldn't help but covered his forehead. If it was someone else, he would have scolded him immediately.

But, this is Bolvar.

Although his wife and daughter are also in Lordaeron, this is Bolvar after all.

"Bovar, you haven't found some weird magic stuff again, have you?"

Varian didn't know arcane magic, so he had always resisted this kind of magic props. After all, magic brought countless pains to Stormwind City.

Moreover, he knows that there are many contraband items disguised as magic items that are spread among the nobles, allowing them to feel different excitement and happiness.

But these things will either weaken a person's will, or they are harmful to the body. He really doesn't touch these things.

"Well, strictly speaking, I have tried it myself, Varian, this thing is really good, you can try it."

Bovar's face was a little embarrassed. He knew that he looked like a gangster selling some contraband, or a scum among the nobles, but he couldn't think of a better way.

Moreover, he has tested it, and invited a special mage to conduct research, and the conclusion is that it will not cause harm to the body, nor will it weaken the will, that is...

Well, it is easy to be weak and full of passion, which is similar to the effect of drinking too much wine.

If there is a choice, he does not want to use this method.

But now Stormwind owed more and more money to Prestor's family. If Varian couldn't put Ms. Prestor to sleep, he would have nothing to do when the loan was repaid next month.

He has a wife, so it's impossible for him to do it by himself!
Although actually sleeping will not change anything, but after all, it can give Ms. Prestor some ideas, so that she can have a grace period of time. Once the fleet from Proudmoore arrives, Stormwind City's financial deficit can be alleviated. .

As for what betrayal does not betray marriage.

He really hoped that Varian could get together with Katrana, so that he wouldn't need to worry about too many things.

For example, if you need to rely on Ms. Prestor's wealth and connections to do things, but you need to constantly prevent her from completely grasping the power of Stormwind City, you don't need to do it.

"Stop, stop..."

Varian held up his hands, reached out and took the slice in his hand.

"Okay, I get it, Bolvar, I get it, I'll use it."

He took it not for use, but to tell Bovar to get out of here. Although he is not interested in other women now, he is also not interested in communicating with men in the middle of the night.

He casually squeezed this thin piece in his hand, and he found that this thin piece gave him a strange feeling, it felt like a piece of thin glass.

And it looks a lot like sugar.

Do I look like I need this?

Is my image already this bad?

Two questions appeared in Varian's mind, and then he glanced at the mirror in his room, and found that he was as handsome as ever.

"But what's the use of looking good..."

He sighed a long time, while playing with the things that Bolvar sent him, he still remembered the candy that Bolvar gave him last time, he said it was sugar, but when he was going to give it to Anduin, he The appearance of Feipu jumping over to stop him, and then being interrogated in embarrassment by SI:[-] really made people laugh.

So this time it's still a charm potion, or something like a vigor potion?
It looks like Bolvar is going nuts with the deficit again this time around.

He thought it was a little funny, so he didn't think too much, but asked directly.

"By the way, Bervar, do you still have something to do here?"

Bovar nodded. If he was just giving this thing away, he wouldn't come here in the middle of the night. Instead, he did have something urgent but not urgent.

And he just happened to hear that Varian wasn't asleep, so he came over directly.

"Do you still remember that Mr. Li Ke was demoted here because he believed in a prophecy of a natural disaster for the undead?"

Varian nodded, he still knew how that powerful paladin got here.

"What is it? Does Tenaris want to be called back by him?"

Bolvar shook his head.

"That's not true, Your Majesty, but Lord Prestor established an undead camp in his original territory. It is said that anyone who is sick, disabled, or overwhelmed can go there to transform into an undead. Let the volunteers become undead, and then live a better life."

Varian nodded, he knew that too.

"Undead, that is, the kind of undead who no longer need to eat, no longer feel pain, and can work uninterrupted? It's too much... But since His Majesty Tenaris has no objection, it should not be a big problem. "

When he said this, Bovar frowned.

"But this is actually a policy His Royal Highness Alsace wants to implement, so His Highness Tenaris did not object after investigating it, but I always feel that there is something weird about it. Although I don't believe in this prophecy, I don't The dead are still hard to accept."

Varian nodded, he would not become an undead, nor would he want his queen to come back as an undead.

He felt that this was blasphemy of the dead, but he took a sip of the wine and said disapprovingly: "The wisdom of His Majesty Tenaris is able to see the danger, Bolvar, you are a little overwhelmed."

He still feels that there is nothing wrong with Tenaris' decision, because Tenaris has never done anything wrong in his life, as long as he makes a decision, then as long as you are not his enemy, but his friend , just follow it.

This is a person who you will sincerely admire even if you are an enemy.

Bovar frowned. He always felt that there was something wrong with this matter, but he just couldn't tell.And he is also someone who believes in His Majesty Tenaris. After all, countless years have already proved the wisdom and judgment of the other party.But even Varian felt that Tenaris would not make a wrong choice, so he really couldn't find anyone who thought the same as him and could trust him.

But... Stormwind City is not Lordaeron, there is not so many people to bear such things, so it is better to ban such things.

"It's mainly your attitude, Varian. I'm worried that some nobles will...you know."

Having said that, he sighed a little.

Who is the undead best for?

Of course you are aristocrats, they can justly ask you to work day and night, after all you don't feel pain and fatigue anymore, don't you?
As for the problem that no matter how the corpse is preserved, it can only be preserved for five or six years...

Those old workers and peasants would not have lived that long in the first place, and in conversion, there will be an extra year or two of pain-free life.

Especially those workers who are starting to age, if Varian doesn't come forward to stop them, the nobles of Stormwind City will not be polite.

He was very worried that many people would die because of the short-sightedness of the nobles, which would cause the small population of Stormwind City to decrease again.

"You can just tell them that I object, tell them who did this, and I will most likely let him guard the Dark Portal or Blackstone Mountain."

Varian flicked the sheet at Bolvar, expressing his disapproval directly.

In the current country, guarding the Dark Portal is equivalent to being assigned, plus waiting for the orcs to invade at any time, and guarding against all kinds of demons. In addition, it is close to the Western Wilderness full of Defias thieves and Stranglethorn Valley full of trolls. It is said that there are threats from all directions.

And go to Black Rock Mountain...

Well, the nobles who were there last time, when they found him again, they had to retrieve it from an orc's stomach, head ornaments, cesspit and banners, and try to put it together not so fragmented.

"That's good, then I'll take my leave, that, Varian, remember to use what I gave you, it feels really good."

Bolvar nodded, and was about to leave. Varian raised his eyebrows, curled his lips, and casually broke off the shadow sheet, ready to throw it out.

However, at this moment, Bovar turned his head.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you just need to break it to use it."

Varian, who just broke the sheet, tilted his head: "Huh?"