Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 188 7. I have a great boat, I am missing some great subordinates, you know?

   Karazhan, the mage tower, is somewhat different from the mage tower in the general sense. It is actually more like a castle, and the interior is divided into many areas due to different functions.

  It looks gloomy and dilapidated on the outside, but the inside of the Mage Tower is as resplendent as it was in its heyday, and walking into it is like entering a palace.

  Especially when Blake stepped through the gate with the lantern.

   The scene of two rows of undead servants in servant costumes, holding flower baskets and sprinkling dried petals into the sky, really greatly satisfied the turbulent vanity of the pirates.

   But it also reminded him of some of Prince Drake's memories of court banquets.

   Compared with the extravagant and extravagant high-level rituals in peacetime, this one is at best a small scene where the host expresses his welcome to the guests.

   So the corners of the pirate's smile curled up and quickly calmed down.

   put on a "I've seen a lot, but that's it" expression.

   But the orcs and trolls behind him were less calm.

   These two guys looked up and looked around, looking left and right, looking like a **** entering the city, they almost lost the face of the pirates, so Blake could not wait to go up and kick.

   But the skinny boy Kanrisad, who had just been released from the coffin, performed beyond Blake's expectations, even though he was wearing a temporarily found, very ill-fitting small dress, and his cheeks were dirty.

   This kid followed Black closely, and his every move was very stylish. Even his stern face was somewhat similar to the hypocritical expression of a nobleman on Black's face.

   "Well, son of the duke, it's really extraordinary."

  Black nodded in satisfaction.

   He walked across the red carpet covered with flowers, ignoring the group of undead servants beside him, and when he was guided up the stairs by the housekeeper Moros, he whispered to the skinny boy beside him:

   "Look at you, have you been here before?"

   "Well, when I was seven, my father brought me here once."

   Kanrisad replied with an odd expression:

   "At that time, Lord Medivh hadn't. Ahem, and my grandfather also attended the 'Last Dinner'. If I'm 'lucky', maybe I can see him here."

"what."

  Black raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to the undead steward who was leading the way:

   "Mr. Moros, I just learned that a famous relative of my apprentice sailor is visiting Karazhan at this time, can you please take him to meet his grandfather?

  This poor child has some 'family problems', maybe his dead ghost grandpa can give him a little 'wisdom' to get along with his family. "

   "Well, is that the old Duke of Eberlock? I just saw that this young master is a little familiar. He should have been here a few years ago and became good friends with His Royal Highness Prince Varian."

  Moros turned his head and glanced at the skinny boy "kindly", almost causing Kanrisad's cardiac arrest.

   On that half-decayed face, there was a shocking smile on Kanrisad's face.

   No matter how talented he is, he is now only a fourteen-year-old boy, surrounded by a group of moving undead, and he is already very courageous without being scared to pee his pants.

"Snapped"

  Moros took off a handbell from his waist, as if intending to summon his servants, but this action caused the two daggers hidden in his waist to fall to the ground.

   On the blade of the dagger, there was still blood that had not been wiped clean.

  This sudden situation made the scene awkward for a while, and also made Kanrisad shudder and move to hide behind Black.

   The undead steward is not embarrassed.

   He bent down, picked up the two sharp daggers, put them back in his waist, gave the pirate who looked at him a "you know" smile, and explained:

   "Alas, the master keeps a lot of valuable treasures in his mage tower. As a steward, while serving the master, I also shoulder the responsibility of expelling those malicious thieves.

  Especially at the moment when the master is away from home, my responsibility is even greater.

   I hope that the two weapons that were used just last week did not spoil the good mood of the guests. "

   "Understandable, understandable."

  Blake opened his pirate windbreaker, revealing the two rows of poisoned throwing knives inserted inside the windbreaker, and said softly:

   "To carry a weapon with you, cut the neck of the thief neatly, and be ready to physically remove all enemies for the master at any time. For a well-trained housekeeper, this is a normal thing.

   In fact, I am also very envious of Mr. Medivh having such an excellent housekeeper as you.

  You see me as a prince and a captain.

   Now I have to personally execute my incompetent and shameful subordinates, which is really sad. If I can also have a qualified housekeeper like you, I will definitely save a lot of trouble. "

   "Well, the guests are so eloquent."

   Moros, the undead steward, let out a hoarse laugh, and said in a regretful and lost tone:

   "It's a pity that the master is not at home, otherwise he will definitely introduce you as a confidant. Unfortunately, the master has been away from home for too long, and the servants in the whole tower are waiting for his return.

  We are looking forward to serving the master again every day.

  Without a master, we are nothing”

   "It's all right, Mr. Morrows. I'm here to help Mrs. Aegwynn and to call back her long-lost son."

  Black comforted the lost housekeeper softly, saying:

   "Come up, maybe the master of Karazhan will be back soon. Of course, being busy cutting the neck of a thief for a long time will always make the skill of being a steward regress a bit.

   In order to better welcome the return of Mr. Medivh, I think it is necessary for you to change the place, change the environment, and get used to the work again.

   I have a great boat that does everything you need.

   As you can see, I lack the quality of life that matches my identity.

   Worst of all, I don't know where to start to change, I desperately need a qualified housekeeper to serve me. "

   The eloquent pirate threw an olive branch, patted Moros on the shoulder, and said softly:

   "And as I see it, your current state is in dire need of a change.

  Perhaps you are tired of waiting so long, the grief of losing your master has made you give up the honor of being a polite, old-fashioned housekeeper.

   Instead, he was satisfied by his inferior slaughter desire.

   To degrade yourself from a high society figure to a despicable thug is to deny your past life, it should not be like this. "

  Blake smiled meaningfully, he patted the spirit lamp on his waist, and said:

   "Mr. Artumen has accepted my invitation. He is a very simple man. I gave him the title of Kul Tiras Kingdom, and he is willing to serve me for a while.

   Think about it, Mr. Morrows.

   There is no need to have any psychological pressure, it is just a secondment job.

  As soon as Mr. Medivh returns, I will immediately send you back to Karazhan to continue serving your true master.

  This is my promise to you. "

  The pirate looked back at the rude and stupid Evil Eye and the troll Zarak. He pointed at the two **** with a helpless thumb and showed a helpless smile to Moros.

He says:

   "I really need someone who is good at this. I need to train my incompetent subordinates. It's really shameful to bring them out."

   "Thank you for your invitation, Your Highness, I will seriously consider it."

  Moros nodded and said solemnly:

   "But I must first ask the old master and the old mistress for instructions."

   "No, I'll do it.

   Please take my apprentice to his dead grandfather first, and by the way, help Mr. Merry prepare for the soul-returning ceremony. Well, forget it, go directly to the Lich Transformation Ceremony!

   The Lich Transformation Prayer he lacks, I have it here. "

  Blake pointed to his head, smiled politely, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and then turned his head and scolded his stupid subordinates twice.

   turned around and strode into the banquet hall in front.

  The undead steward of the Mage Tower didn't lie.

   There is really a grand banquet here, which is being held in the tower. As for whether it was specially held to welcome Black and his party, it is unknown.

   But as a polite guest, you cannot ask such rude questions.

   In the luxuriously decorated ballroom in front of you, there are many noble spirits dancing to the melodious music rhythm, and they are laughing happily.

   The long skirts danced, and the postures of men and women were pleasant.

  If you ignore the skeleton servants who walk through it, dragging wine trays, and the phantom ghosts of the dancers, then the dance in front of you already has the meaning of a palace dinner.

   "Please come with me, Your Royal Highness."

  A skeleton waiter in a robe respectfully came to Blake, who was admiring the dance, and said to him:

   "Mother Aegwynn is waiting for you in the dining room."

   "Mr. Ellen didn't come here?"

  The pirate reached out and took a glass of wine from the wine tray next to the skeleton waiter, shook it gently in his hand, and followed the waiter whose head was about to fall to the small dining room, he asked.

   The skeleton servant immediately replied:

   "The old master has always disliked this noisy scene. He is still doing research work in his library at this time. We informed the old master of your visit according to the mother's wishes.

  The old master expressed his welcome to you.

   But his research is too important to come to meet you. "

   "That's a pity."

  Blake pouted and said:

   "I have a few more magical questions that I would like to ask Mr. Ellen. Please tell him for me if his research is stuck and he wants to go out for inspiration.

   I have a great boat ready to serve the Archmage. "

   "I'll pass on your invitation, guest."

The dangling skull attendant pushed open the door of the small restaurant for Blake, and politely made a "please" gesture. Blake took a sip of wine, handed it the glass, and walked into the restaurant. .

   As the door behind him closed, the music and noise from the outside world were cut off for a moment.

   In this huge restaurant with three long dining tables, no one else was driven away, the crystal chandelier above the head lit a gentle light, and the dining table was full of various delicacies.

  The silent skeleton servants put the bottles of chilled wine on the table and lit the long candles.

   They are busy with grand meals.

   But there were only two people who enjoyed the meal.

  Blake is the guest.

  The master is in front.

   On the terrace of the restaurant, by the window decorated with gorgeous and artistic stained glass, an old lady in a black hood is standing there.

   She seemed to be looking back.

   "I hate this place that I built and lived in for nearly a hundred years."

   She said in an old but gentle voice:

   "Here I gave birth to my son and lost him, and the ghost of my husband is trapped here and cannot be freed. I am full of books containing secrets, but I cannot find a single piece of knowledge that will calm my mind.

   I thought I was doing the right thing by rebelling against authority.

  I have never liked those old men pointing fingers at me. I define justice and evil in my own way, and then use my strength to practice those standards related to good and evil.

   But when I also became an old lady.

  I looked back and realized that I may have done a lot of good things in my life, but the bad things that happened because of me overwhelmed me.

   Can you understand this feeling? Derek Proudmoore. "

"sure."

  The novice pirate picked up the wine glass from the table next to him, put it in front of his eyes, and said:

   "No matter how sharp people are, once they get old, they will become gentler, let alone a legend like you who has experienced pain. But I think it is very stupid to use your own mistakes to define your life.

   We should not be so pessimistic.

   Besides, those mistakes are not without a chance of recovery, just like now”

   He put the skull of Gul'dan hanging from his chest on the table, pushed it forward, and said:

   "I have a little advice for you about your boring plan to resurrect your son."

   "Give it up."

   (end of this chapter)