Natasha smiled and explained, "Don't you find it strange, sir? You pressed Gail until the very end before he brought up marriage as a reason. Why is that?"
Unas calmed down and thought about it. Natasha's question made a lot of sense. It was indeed as Gail said. No country's laws would punish the relationship between an older man and a younger woman. Powerful men would rather their wives die and they marry younger women. Why would they make such a law?
Gail could have easily revealed his marriage to Luisa from the beginning; why did he keep it a secret until the very end?
I was so worried that I didn't even notice such an obvious flaw.
Natasha continued, "After your conversation ended, Gail immediately let go of Luisa and whispered something to her. Although it was intimate, the way they talked didn't seem like a couple at all."
"What did you whisper?"
The voice was too soft; I couldn't hear it clearly, but it sounded like they were cursing at you.
"That old bastard, I'll kill him sooner or later!" Unas said angrily, but he felt a sense of relief in his heart— Luisa and Gail might not be a couple at all.
"And from what I've observed," Natasha lowered her voice, "Luisa should still be a virgin."
Unas asked with a strange expression, "How did you figure that out?"
"I'm a woman too, so naturally I know more than you men. From what I've observed, it seems that adults also..."
"Cut!" Unas blushed and quickly called for a stop, but couldn't help asking curiously, "Could you teach me your... virginity observation technique?"
What do adults want to do with this knowledge?
Natasha changed the subject. "Anyway, they're both still very suspicious. I'll have people keeping a close eye on them to see what they're up to."
Unas could only nod in acquiescence.
After the Shadow Priest, unwilling to teach the Warden new physiological knowledge, left, Unas finally felt a bit better. He quickly finished his cold rice, let out a satisfied burp, and was about to take a nap when a guard burst in, panting, shouting, "Sir! Urgent military news!"
Unas immediately jumped up from his chair. "What is it!?"
"A fellow claiming to be from the Redridge Mountains Border Guards says he has urgent military intelligence to report, sir!"
Where are they?
"Underground, he... he's barely alive and can't move easily."
"Take me there quickly!"
Following his personal guards out of the Tent, Unas paused for a moment, then immediately ordered the other guards to gather all his trusted men.
The arrival of Redridge Mountains Border Guard could only mean that Marshal Windsor had sent word. More than a month after the marshal left, Unas had been worried about whether he could reach Redridge Mountains safely. Now that news had finally come back, his heart could finally be put at ease.
He rode swiftly through the Teleportation Array to Shadowforge City, where Unas met the Redridge Mountains soldier in a small fortress given to him by Rendaen.
His clothes were so tattered they were unrecognizable, and he was covered in dust and blood. He had seven or eight wounds on his shoulders, chest, and back, indicating that he had gone through great hardships to get here.
"Are you... Lord Paladin Unas?"
"I am."
The wounded soldier struggled to lift his head slightly, carefully observed the young man in front of him for a moment, and then tremblingly pulled out a small cloth bag from his waist and took out two letters tied together.
"Marshal Windsor ordered me to personally deliver these two documents to you."
Unas quickly took it and comforted him, saying, "You've had a long journey. Your mission is complete. Get some rest."
After ordering someone to summon the Priest and Doctor to care for the wounded, Unas entered the meeting room alone and quickly read through the two letters.
One of the letters was a personal letter from Marshal Windsor, which detailed his movements since his departure: although the elite force of thirty men had lost more than half of its men while crossing the Burning Steppes, the remaining men had safely arrived at the Redridge Mountains half a month ago.
The marshal did not keep his promise to Unas —to return immediately after receiving the Black Dragon's letter. Instead, he selected several elite scouts skilled in stealth and assassination from the army and set off for Stormwind City, attempting to eliminate the mother Black Dragon, who had transformed into Countess Prestor, through assassination.
The other letter was naturally a message in the Draconic the border guards had accidentally intercepted; to the average person, it was just a jumble of symbols and graffiti.
Unas slapped his forehead, feeling anxious about the marshal's Recklessness. His eagerness to save the country was understandable, but could a few assassins easily deal with the Black Dragon Princess?
Without decisive evidence and means, it is impossible to bring down the Black Dragon Mother; her strength and status far surpass those of the disgraced Marshal Windsor.
His trusted subordinates arrived one after another. After Unas handed the letter to them to read, everyone couldn't help but feel a little worried.
As a soldier of Stormwind City, Luther was the most anxious. "Sir, let's set off quickly. Perhaps we can meet up with the Marshal before he makes his move. If we act together, our chances of success will be much greater."
"No rush," Huoye suggested, "The key is to figure out what this letter in Draconic is about first; it's direct evidence of the Countess's collusion with the Black Dragon."
Can you understand it?
"No, but Lady Red Dragon is recuperating in the Forest. With her help, perhaps we can decipher it."
Unas said, "Don't forget about the dragon scholar Omar that Angela mentioned. We need to rely on Dalaran's power. Send messages to Rhonin and Omar as soon as possible, making sure they know the seriousness of the situation. And Du'an, don't forget him."
There's also the Lich Gunsel. If necessary, Unas wants to concentrate all the mage power at his disposal to decipher the secret message as quickly as possible.
"I'll take care of it right away." Huoye took the letter and left hurriedly.
Unas turned to Luther: "Have everyone in Stormwind City prepare. Regardless of whether the secret message has been cracked or not, we must depart in three days!"
The Warden finally decided to keep his promise, and the former Stormwind City officer nodded excitedly and left to carry out his orders.
Redbrow then made a request. "My lord, could we Bronzebeard Dwarves also..."
Seeing Unas hesitate, he quickly added, "Don't worry, sir. We're just sending some unfortunate Dwarf civilians who ended up here back to Ironforge. I'll definitely petition the king when I get back to bring you more Dwarf Warriors and blacksmiths."
Looking into the Dwarf's sincere eyes, Unas thought for a moment, then finally decided to agree, "I agree."
"Haha, let's go get ready!" Finally able to go home, Redbrow happily hugged Stonebrow's neck, and the two Dwarf ran off joyfully on their short legs.
Unas shook his head with a wry smile, hoping the two would keep their promise. He turned to the only Night Elf present, "And you? When do you plan to leave?"
"Does the master want to send us away?" Nightmoon joked. "But we can't leave right now."