Robbie waited by the roadside for quite some time before he saw Margaret reluctantly leave the tavern.
Seeing Robbie standing to the side, probably dissatisfied with Robbie's attitude towards Top, he glared at him fiercely, then hired a carriage to return to his mansion.
Before long, the top socialite was transformed, dressed in elegant and luxurious clothes, adorned with beautiful jewelry, and exuding a breathtaking fragrance, as if she were attending a noble ball.
This time, Margaret rode in her own carriage, drawn by four tall, magnificent horses with coats as white as snow.
Along the way, whenever Margaret's personal carriage passed by, the guards and nobles all dismounted and bowed to greet her.
Margaret remained Frost and distant, a stark contrast to her lively demeanor in the tavern; she seemed like a completely different person.
The Black Cat sat on Robbie's shoulder, gazing at the haughty Margaret, seemingly admiring its own creation.
"Humans are fascinating. I initially just helped her with some small favors, making her Stormwind City's top socialite. Later, I discovered that I didn't need to use Human Charm; nobles still flocked to her, treating her like an honored guest. Even the stench of her corpse didn't deter them. What's even more terrifying is that this smell actually became a trend."
"So, the smellier you are, the more attractive you are?" Robbie asked.
The Black Cat nodded and sneered, "A bunch of foolish humans."
Robbie understood the reasoning. Nobles had seen all kinds of beautiful women. All the stunning beauties and radiant women were nothing special to them. What they admired about Margaret was her status, not her looks or body.
"Margaret's current status as Stormwind City's top socialite is all thanks to King Varian's frequent visits, which has made her famous. The Teleportation Array in the basement was prepared for His Majesty the King."
"King Varian?" Robbie scratched his head, suddenly finding Margaret quite charming for some reason.
Good heavens, is this what they call blindly following the crowd? The allure of the King's women.
The Black Cat squinted and said, "Of course. It was my Human Charm that attracted King Varian. My magic is unique; only those with cracks in their hearts can be affected. Someone like you, I cannot use it on."
Robbie asked curiously, "I'm nothing special."
The Black Cat nodded slightly. "To put it nicely, you have a moral bottom line and stick to your principles; to put it bluntly, you're utterly stubborn and inflexible. Once your bottom line is crossed, no amount of benefit can sway you. That's why you can't become a true nobleman, much less royalty. Those who are truly high above only care about their own interests; to maintain their status, everything is a bargaining chip."
"You can't generalize; there are heroic figures among the nobility," Robbie argued.
"Is that so? Then tell me about your hero."
"For example," Robbie was surprised to find that he couldn't answer a single one. He couldn't mention Arthas, after all, Arthas's reputation wasn't good.
The Black Cat laughed smugly:
"As you've probably noticed, this is called natural selection. Those nobles who adhere to certain principles are eventually eliminated, while those who survive, regardless of their reputation, are all smooth-talking and worldly-wise."
Robbie fell silent, unsure how to respond.
Those who become nobles or Kings are not ordinary people; their thinking and insight far surpass those of ordinary people. Robbie felt that he was just an ordinary person with principles and could not understand the thoughts of those nobles.
Margaret's luxurious carriage left Stormwind City, and the Black Cat began gossiping, talking non-stop:
"Let me tell you, a true top courtesan doesn't seduce men into bed; that's a talent that falls short of the proper class. Using beauty to please men is pointless once beauty fades, but Margaret is different. Every time King Varian comes, he cries endlessly like a child. As you probably know, King Varian has a dual personality; he can't show weakness in front of his subjects, so he can only seek comfort from Margaret."
"Besides King Varian, were there any other prominent figures?" Robbie asked casually.
"Of course there is, and he has a higher status and position than Varian — the Guardian Medivh!"
"What?" Robbie was utterly stunned.
"Medivh is a Lich; he can't do those things. When he came to Margaret, Medivh simply listened Anjing to Margaret singing while savoring his wine. The rift in his heart was even greater than that in King Varian's."
Margaret's carriage left Stormwind City and entered Elwynn Forest, traveling south along the foot of the mountains. Before long, it entered a magnificent manor, the territory of the Agamand Family.
The Agamand Family, originally nobles of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, became almost the wealthiest family in Lordaeron after the decline of the Barov Family.
After the Lordaeron Internment Camp was established, King Terenas increased taxes, which nearly bankrupted the Agamand Family. After a difficult journey, they moved to Stormwind City, where they barely managed to maintain their luxurious lifestyle thanks to some overseas businesses.
As an outsider noble, he, like the manor itself, was outside the power center of Stormwind City.
Margaret received a grand welcome upon her visit.
The estate owner Earl Kullerman Agamand, personally led his distinguished guests to the front door to greet them. A large group of viscounts, Earl, and dukes gazed affectionately at Margaret, demonstrating the extraordinary status of the chief courtesan.
Robbie followed behind, watching this socialite effortlessly navigate social situations, a fake smile plastered on her face. Compared to her, Robbie felt like an insignificant lackey.
Nobody noticed Robbie, Robbie shamelessly followed behind.
It was clear that Margaret was the guest of honor today. After she arrived, the guests who had been chatting in the front hall got up and put on their coats with the help of servants. Earl Agramande led the way towards the back garden.
Hidden among the dense trees was a completely different world. After seeing those unusual buildings, Robbie felt as if a million Kodo were galloping through his mind.
The red and black circular building is made of black stone and jagged wood. The roof is covered with red-painted animal hides, and the sharpened wooden pieces on top stick out like javelins, rugged and angular.
Isn't this the architectural style of Orcs?
If it weren't for the group of beautiful human women around him, mingling with the seemingly respectable and composed Stormwind City nobles, Robbie would have thought he was in Orgrimmar.
Why are there these illegal buildings near Stormwind City? Where is the Stormwind City demolition team?
The building was quite spacious inside, with walls decorated with huge animal teeth and various broken bones, and the floor covered with furry animal hides.
The noblemen and women seemed to have come prepared, changing their clothes in a nearby house before reappearing in a completely different style. The men had their hair loose or tied in braids, and wore sharp fangs and several leather belts around their hairy upper bodies. The women had their carefully maintained hair tied up, adorned with bone ornaments, and wore simple leather skirts.
A group of humans dressed Orcs.
Margaret, in particular, was dressed in an outfit that was clearly Agna's attire at Thrall's wedding. Needless to say, this time-traveling design was Black Cat's masterpiece, and she even deliberately dyed her skin brown, which drew cheers from the crowd.