"Oh, who is this, the great elf prince, His Highness Kael'thas!" A voice with a broken throat suddenly interrupted the frustrated prince.
"Come out, who is it?" Kael'thas shouted loudly.
"Ta, tap~" A short figure appeared from the shadows. It turned out to be a goblin wearing gold and silver.
"You, you are the goblin, the goblin who collects the accounts for Jaina?" The prince had a good memory and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had met the goblin before.
"It's me, Rivendare. Prince, you have remembered me." The goblin greeted enthusiastically. He was followed by two accountants. A huge gemstone ring was worn on his hand, and it flashed with dazzling light in the dark night.
Kael'thas looked at the goblin warily. He knew that the goblin had no good intentions and would definitely want to get something from him.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, my prince." Rivendare Goblin Prince said slowly, "We are all in business. You are willing to give me consent, there is no deception."
"What do you want?" the prince asked hastily. "I have nothing to trade with you." He said frustratedly.
The goblin came closer and could only pat the prince on the elbow with his hand. "Do you still remember the last contract with Ms. Jaina? Use Silvermoon City and Sunwell as collateral in exchange for her and Dalaran's rescue operation."
Kael'thas nodded in confusion. The goblin said happily, "It just so happens that I am also interested in this. Do you want to make another deal?"
"Do you want Silvermoon City and Sunwell?" Kael'thas asked doubtfully.
"That's not true. Now the place is full of Undead. Goblins want to do business with them, but they can't do it. You also know that some people in this world always have weird hobbies, and goblins can always find the needs of customers. It's not like Silvermoon City and Sunwell that are full of Undead can't be sold at a high price." The goblin said seductively.
"What can I get?" Kael'thas no longer bothered to talk in circles and asked directly.
"I can help His Highness make a financing agreement, using the ownership of Silvermoon City and Sunwell as collateral, and loan a large sum of Arcane Crystal. The interest is only 12% annual interest, and the repayment period is thirty years. If you can recover Quel'Thalas and pay off the loan in the future, you can get back the ownership of the two places."
"Well..." Kael'thas was speechless. This condition is too good.
"Think about it, exchanging two territories that have been captured by Undead for a large sum of Arcane Crystal is a good deal. If it can be recovered in the future, the money will not be enough. If it cannot be recovered, these territories will be meaningless to you." Dijing explained the pros and cons in detail.
"I don't know what your purpose is for this condition. It's better to make it clear and I'll feel more at ease." Kael'thas is not stupid. The goblin must have set such a condition for his own purpose. He was afraid that he would regret it after being deceived.
Rivendare chuckled, "Our goal is the thirty-year repayment period, which cannot be overdue or paid off in advance. Do you understand?"
Kael'thas was completely relieved now. The goblin wanted to use Silvermoon City and Sunwell's thirty-year temporary option in exchange for greater benefits. He nodded and responded, "I understand, but this involves the sovereignty of Quel'sas and requires the consent of my father, His Majesty Sun King."
"Of course, of course. If the matter is important, we must discuss it clearly. Don't regret it in the future and pass the blame to each other. Instead of living a hard life with honor, dignity and other frivolous things, it is better to replace it with real things." The goblin said understandingly. Kael'thas Hearing this, his heart moved. The goblin threw a piece of Communication Crystal to the prince. "Waiting for your good news."
When Kael'thas stood in front of his father's bedroom door, the contract in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a stone.
The scene in the room made his throat tighten - Anasterian·Sunstrider was crooked in a wheelchair, and his blond hair that was once as bright as the sun was now as withered as straw. The old man had a worn-out "Sunwell Chronicle" spread out on his knees, and his skinny fingers were mechanically rubbing the well water pattern drawn on the page.
"Father, are you okay today? The Sandbox from Goblin proposed a financing agreement." Kael'thas started to tell Sun King what happened today.
After the old king heard his son say that there was a large sum of Arcane Crystal that could be brought into the account, his eyes lit up. But then he heard that Silvermoon City and Sunwell were needed as collateral, and he suddenly trembled violently. His hands like dead branches grasped his son's gem-encrusted collar, and the blue veins on the back of his hand emerged from the Mana Addiction attack.
"You make your decision," the old man's voice sounded like it was squeezed out of the grave, "It's the glory of our ancestors. I feel so guilty that I can't help it anymore. My Mana Addiction has done it again! Cough--"
A violent cough interrupted him. In the spasm, Sun King's sleeves swept across the edge of the table--
"Clang!"
Sunstrider Dynasty's jade seal rolled to the ground and stopped in front of the toe of Kael'thas's boots.
The father and son froze at the same time. Sun King then coughed loudly and twitched all over. It seemed that Mana Addiction had committed a serious crime and lost his mind.
Kael'thas Slowly bent down to pick up the jade seal. The warm jadeite base was still stained with the cold sweat from his father's palms. When Phoenix's embossed wings crossed his palms, it was like some kind of silent condemnation.
(Is this tacit consent? Or coincidence?)
A crow's cry suddenly came from outside the house. It seemed to be some kind of ominous omen.
After the prince walked out of the secret room, he immediately contacted the goblin.
Rivendare also came quickly. When Kael'thas walked into the living room, the goblin was checking the quality of a crystal with a magnifying glass. When he saw the prince arriving, the goblin immediately showed a smile of victory.
"How about it, Sun King, has His Majesty agreed?"
"Hmm." Kael'thas gestured to the jade seal.
"Great!" Rivendare motioned to the accountant behind him, picked up a large box and put it on the table. When he opened it, it was full of Arcane Crystal. "This is spot stock and will be delivered after signing. I will provide the rest to you one after another according to the provisions of the contract."
Kael'thas bit his thumb and smeared the blood on the end of the contract. The magic runes on the parchment immediately came to life, swimming towards the blood like countless golden tadpoles.
He suddenly felt that being a prince was not bad, at least he still had ancestral property to trade. A box full of crystals gave him a sense of security that he had never felt before.
Soon, Sun King, who was twitching in the secret room, also received a bag of Arcane Crystal. In the past, he disliked Arcane Crystal because it was not pure enough and tasted bad, but now Mana Addiction made the mistake of only relying on the magic power of a few magic props. He struggled to open the bag, grabbed a handful of crystals and began to absorb the magic power, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. When the crystals in his hands were sucked dry and shattered into powder, his eyes were filled with wisdom again.
"Thank you for your hard work, my son." He stood up, smiled at Kael'thas, and patted his shoulder lovingly. "I feel much better!"
Kael'thas had a dull face, without any expression, and finally forced a smile. "It is an honor to be a son that my father is well."
"Calling all the nobles for a meeting tomorrow, we must cheer up and fight to restore the glory of Quel'dorei." Sun King has returned to its original mighty and domineering appearance.
"I obey your Majesty's will." Kael'thas saw his father's actions and knew what he was going to do now. He gave a big gift first, as if he was still Royal Palace at Silvermoon City.
In the distant Northrend, Rhonin walked down the beach with their luggage on their backs. The transport ship then backed away and prepared to return. The captain waved to him. "Good luck to you, red-haired mage!"
Rhonin also waved to the boat. "Thank you! Remember to report to my mentor that he is safe." He added silently in his heart, and Vereesa. I am afraid that silly elf girl will definitely go to Dalaran to find him. He will let her down again.
The transport ship drove farther and farther, and had opened a distance of hundreds of meters. Rhonin was still looking at the ship, thinking about his unknown journey. Suddenly, the people on the ship waved to him frantically, and Rhonin was attracted by their enthusiasm Impressed, he quickly waved to them. He was wondering why they looked scared. Then the red-haired mage heard heavy footsteps suddenly coming from behind, and quickly came behind him. Only then did he realize what monster was coming behind him.
Before he could turn around and see clearly what was behind him, he felt dizzy, his neck was pinched, and he lost consciousness. Then he was picked up by a tall monster and quickly disappeared into the ice and snow of Northrend. Transportation The people on the ship witnessed the whole process and had no choice but to go back and report to Dalaran: After landing on Northrend, the red-haired mage Rhonin was attacked and taken away by monsters. He was probably eaten.
Red Dragon Master Krasus got the news and specially teleported to the beach where Rhonin landed. He used magic to track it but failed. He only found luggage that had been torn apart by local creatures. There was the magic brooch he gave to Rhonin - he could only locate it. He sighed and used a spell to put the scattered luggage into Space Bag. Then he returned to Dalaran.
A few days later, Vereesa saw the relics of Rhonin, and tears flowed down. He held back his grief and returned to Theramore to cry to Second Sister Sylvanas. He spent the whole day depressed and sad.
Sylvanas told the story while having dinner at Deren's house. He asked if there was any way to cheer up the little girl.
Deren was also shocked. Originally, the pair had gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and finally achieved success. How come their Timeline and Rhonin died in advance? He asked Chromie who was struggling to cook, "What's going on? Rhonin died so easily?"
"Ha, you don't have to worry. Rhonin is fine!" Chromie doesn't worry about anything Rhonin, the fun of cooking is the foundation of her happiness.
Sylvanas put down his chopsticks and asked strangely, "The red-haired guy is not dead, why don't you reply Dalaran? My little sister has been sad for him for several days?"
"Rhonin is not dead? Please tell me where he is?" The door was suddenly knocked open. As he was walking outside, he heard the news that Rhonin was not dead. Vereesa couldn't help but rush in.
Onyxia hummed dissatisfied. "Remember your politeness, how can you enter someone else's home without knocking?"
Vereesa blushed and apologized to Black Dragon: "I'm sorry, Ms. Onyxia."
Sylvanas was sweating profusely and anxiously deceived the little girl. "Don't listen to Chromie's nonsense. Rhonin this kid has been eaten by monsters long ago. Don't think about him anymore."
Vereesa avoided Second Sister's obstruction, walked to Chromie, and asked her, "Ms. Chromie, please tell me the truth. Is Rhonin still alive?"
Chromie became impatient with being stared at and asked Luo Lun: "What kind of trouble is this? Why are they all coming to your house?"
But Deren touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said to Vereesa, "Don't worry, sit down and listen together. Maybe the truth is not what you imagined. The change of destiny in the future will be beyond your expectation."
Hearing what Deren said, Vereesa carefully sat next to Chromie and stared at her eagerly.
Chromie took a few more bites before slowly speaking, "I saw on Timeline that Rhonin is still alive, but his situation is not very good."
"Are you imprisoned? There are many strange races in Northrend area." Deren asked.
Chromie suddenly showed a lewd smile, "Absolutely, oh, he is lying down there, studying the great cause of life extension with a woman Vrykul who is two heads taller than him. She is the first female in the family Warrior. Rhonin is a useless mage. The upper and lower positions are clear at a glance."
"Cough cough--" Deren was choked and had to cough violently.
Onyxia showed curious eyes, thinking about something. He pushed Deren next to him and whispered, "How about trying a new position tonight?"
Deren: Wow! Stop teaching the children bad things.
Vereesa didn't react at first, but after a while, she understood what Chromie said. After all, as High Elf, who is more than a hundred years old, has never eaten pork, and has seen pigs run away. She said angrily, "Damn Rhonin, others are worried about him half to death, but she is enjoying the gentleness of Vrykul woman."
Sylvanas took the opportunity to persuade, "Look, that bastard mage doesn't need to sympathize with her at all. Don't think about him again in the future."
Vereesa wiped his tears carelessly, hugged Second Sister, and said bitterly, "Okay, I won't miss him anymore. What a bastard."
Deren could never have expected that Rhonin would be in such a situation, being captured by Vrykul daughter Warrior to be her husband! There is quite a legend of Fan Lihua meeting Xue Dingshan. Compared with the tragic death of Theramore in battle, perhaps dying of old age on the northern ice field was even more lucky for him.
He winked at Chromie and said to everyone, "About Rhonin, it's good if everyone knows about it. Don't spread it. Maybe this is Rhonin's own choice. Don't disturb his life. This is very important to him." Everyone nodded.
Vereesa was even more dissatisfied with him. After letting go of her knot, the elf girl started to serve the food herself and ate a hearty meal. She put down all the frustrations of the past few days. Sylvanas showed an aunty smile. When Deren saw the empty rice bowl, she couldn't help but hold her forehead, because she didn't have enough to eat. These female dragons and female spirits--
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