Luisa lowered her head, remaining silent, and a sense of sadness filled the air.
"I'm sorry to bring this up," Unas said with a slight expression of sympathy, then asked, "Do you have any friends in Stormwind City who can meet you?"
Luisa shook her head silently; she was like a lost lamb.
"Then I can't agree to your request. There are many Lordaeron people here who have asked me to take them to Stormwind City, but I have refused them all. Of course, I can't make an exception for you either, otherwise people will criticize our relationship..." Unas didn't want to be seen as a leader who liked to use underhanded methods. As the superior of everyone, he couldn't be biased if he wanted to win people's respect.
Luisa twisted the hem of her clothes, speechless, but her eyes still betrayed a pleading look.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Unas comforted her, "Actually, you don't need to be afraid of Scourge anymore. The war in the Canyon is over, the spiders are no longer a threat, and I've eliminated the main force of the Rot Hide Gnolls, who were the biggest threat nearby. As for the Forsaken, I have no intention of going to war with them now. The Canyon will usher in a long period of peace. Once the peaceful days are long enough, no one will think about running away anymore—unless forced, who would leave their homeland? Miss Luisa, you can stay here in peace."
These words still didn't move her. Luisa tightened her shoulders and mustered her courage, saying, "But I... I want to leave Lordaeron. Please, you must help me."
Was this just the stubbornness of a noblewoman acting up? Unas didn't think so. He had never sensed the usual arrogance of nobles from her; she probably had some unspeakable secret.
You can tell me if you have any difficulties.
That being said, it is not easy to convince someone of a stranger you have only met twice, and sure enough, Luisa did not answer the question.
Unas suddenly thought of a place where she could be settled. "You don't want to stay in Lordaeron? How about going to Blackrock Depths? I'm building a church in Shadowforge City and we're short-staffed."
Building a church is a very meaningful thing. If it can be used to spread the word and recruit a group of Dark Iron Dwarves believers, Unas's position in Blackrock Depths will be more secure. However, it will be difficult to convert the Dark Iron Dwarves who worship dark magic to the Holy Light. It will require a long time and sustained effort.
Missionaries are required to have a good appearance and temperament, so a noble lady is naturally qualified. Moreover, Unas didn't really expect her to gather many believers; he just wanted to give her a job first.
Luisa gently bit her lower lip. "Can't you really take me to Stormwind City?"
As expected, she didn't want to stay underground either. Unas relented slightly. "Absolutely not now, but we'll see later."
"Then... I'll go to Blackrock Depths," Luisa hesitated, blinking her big eyes. "Actually, I... I know a little Holy Light; maybe I can help."
"So you have a talent for being Priest. That's wonderful! Brother Anton will be very pleased."
Luisa whispered a prayer, and golden Holy Light emanated from her entire body, which was enough to prove that she was not lying.
Unas put Brother Anton in charge of the construction of the Dark Iron Church. The old man complained several times about the lack of manpower, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Apart from a few devout old men, what young person would want to stay in the dark and gloomy territory of a foreign race?
Unas had intended to make things difficult for the old cultivator, so he didn't send anyone to help him. He secretly hoped that this matter would keep the old cultivator occupied so that he wouldn't have to bother him all the time.
Now, Luisa seems determined to stay underground, surrounded by alien races, rather than remain in the Canyon. Unas is no longer willing to force her to stay.
"Go and rest for a while. I'll take you to Blackrock Depths after I'm done with my work."
Unas instructed the guards outside the Tent to take Luisa away, and then began to receive the next group of refugees who came to seek refuge, only having time to rest briefly at lunchtime.
This morning alone, more than a hundred people were attracted by the recruitment notice for land reclamation, and as the news spreads, the number of refugees coming from all over the country will surely increase.
After dealing with some miscellaneous matters, Unas slumped into a chair to rest, but Natasha lifted the curtain and entered. Both were familiar with each other's informal manners, and a slight nod was enough for them to greet each other.
Unas asked, "How is it?"
Natasha is now the head of the Military Intelligence Office. Her main job is to investigate the identities of those who defect to prevent those with ill intentions from sneaking in during the chaos. All new recruits are "interrogated" by her and their danger levels are assessed. She comes to report on her work every day after the meeting.
"There were 112 new members this morning. Based on my assessment, 34 of them are completely legitimate, 69 have unclear identities and have lied slightly, but this is likely due to memory lapses or other reasons, posing less of a threat. The remaining nine are quite suspicious, and I have already made a note of them. Two of them came together: a middle-aged man named Gail and a young woman Luisa Louisa. I heard that the adults are quite fond of this woman?"
With Natasha's sensitivity to mental activity, she can roughly determine whether an ordinary person is lying without using shadow magic; she's practically a walking, talking lie detector.
"Yes," Unas, having no reason to hide anything, "This girl helped me before, and I plan to send her to Blackrock Depths to settle her. Is there a problem?"
"She claimed to be a farm girl from County Brill, but her skin condition and accent didn't match that of a farm girl, and she couldn't even answer many basic questions about her identity."
"She sounds like a clumsy liar. I don't think any enemy would send a spy like that," Unas shook his head. "I think she's just a noblewoman trying to conceal her identity, and besides, she has the talent of Holy Light. Someone like that poses no threat to us."
Natasha frowned and said, "That's not necessarily true. I used magic to probe her, but I couldn't find a gap to break through. Her mind seems to be protected by an exceptionally solid magical barrier."
The female Priest was always cautious, so the use of the phrase "exceptionally stable" was certainly not an exaggeration. Unas's curiosity was immediately piqued. "How could this be?"
"This shows she's no ordinary person. This kind of mental barrier is usually used to protect important figures, and it's more common among high-ranking nobles. If they don't have spiritual cultivation, they'll often ask a sorcerer or the church to provide them with mental protection to prevent their minds from being easily controlled by evil forces."
"I see. So she's a member of a powerful family? Can you tell which family she's from?" Unas thought of the delicate and pitiful Luisa, who was like a flower, and couldn't associate her with any important figure.
"No, I found a minor official among the refugees who had worked in the Royal Palace of Lordaeron. He claimed to have received all the nobles of Lordaeron, but he couldn't recognize Luisa's face."
Unas thought for a moment and said, "Although her identity is unknown, I don't think she's a threat. A delicate woman can't cause any trouble in the Blackrock Depths. What do you think?"
"What you say is true," Natasha nodded, "But I will continue to keep an eye on her."
Unas shrugged indifferently. "Where's the middle-aged man with her?"
"He seems to be hiding his identity, unlike an ordinary farmer. I'll have someone keep an eye on him."
"Do as you say. Keep a close eye on those suspicious individuals, and eliminate them immediately if they make any unusual moves!"
Natasha nodded slightly, accepted the order, and left.