Chapter 306 Ya sells father
There was no fire on my side, I don't know if the vinegar jar on Lor'themar's side was overturned.
When Charlemagne asked this question, Alleria's expression was very intriguing, "Do you think that Liadrin, who was educated by nobility since childhood, would not understand these noble ways?"
Charlemagne immediately stretched out his hand and prayed in front of his chest with compassion on his face, "May the holy light bless my brother from being crushed by a female man."
The kings who came to communicate at the beginning have now returned to their own countries, and the Wildhammer Griffin Knight will also embark on the return journey this afternoon. What Charlemagne saw just now is their farewell ceremony.
"His Excellency the Great Craftsman discussed the technical aspects of engineering and magic mechanics with scholars such as Taronicus and Ledros. It seems that both parties have gained a lot."
Hearing what Alleria said, Charlemagne couldn't help but twitched. Thinking of the robot that Gelbin would drive in the future, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
‘Those guys don’t really want to build Gundam, do they…’
Nowadays, Charlemagne still has a lot of private goods about the improvement of the arcane puppet, and he will have many opportunities to try in the long ten years.
The current problem is to keep a close eye on Onyxia's actions, and bring out a bunch of stupid nobles who will be seduced by her. If these moths can be eliminated for Quel'Thalas, it will kill two birds with one stone.
After hearing Charlemagne's plan, Alleria and Cirvanas looked at him with complicated eyes, "Charlemagne, you have changed... You were not so skilled in political struggles before."
"Yeah?"
Charlemagne was taken aback for a moment, then with a relieved smile, he pulled Aurelia onto his lap and sat down, "No matter whether I am more proficient in political struggle than before, I always remember my original intention and will not let myself indulge in this It's a boring internal friction, don't worry."
"snort!"
Before Alleria could speak, Sylvanas on the side also squeezed in, forcing the eldest sister to give up one thigh to her. For this reason, the two sisters simply sat on Charlemagne's legs and started shoving.
The soft rubbing pleasure on his thighs and the two sisters' disagreement made Charlemagne both painful and happy. In order to avoid making a fool of himself, he completely entered the state of a sage, and his whole expression became like a statue of Azeroth. Stone Buddha that does not exist.
Hearing the quarrel inside the door, Vereesa and Valeira, who hadn't gone far, hurriedly pushed the door in, but when they saw the situation inside, there was a sharp contrast in the expressions on their faces.
Vereesa's original anxious expression disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the cold and disgusted expression she put on made Charlemagne feel very hurt.
As for Valeira, Charlemagne also felt a little bit pained by this little girl's expression on the face of the melon-eaters who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.
As soon as he returned to the territory, Charlemagne still had a lot of things to deal with. In addition, he visited relatives and friends in the surrounding mage towers and villages. It is a month later.
"Are you Duke Theron? I'm Jaina Proudmoore. It's a pleasure to meet you officially."
The woman in front of him who treated him with elegant and aristocratic etiquette was Jaina, princess of Kul Tiras.
‘Are all humans in Azeroth so precocious? '
Charlemagne looked at Jaina's figure, then turned to look at Vereesa beside him, with a sad expression on his face.
Windrunner's younger sister is over 300 years old, but her development is not even comparable to that of Valela, who is younger than her. This makes him, who claims to be his elder brother, not worried about his sister.
However, his expression may have misunderstood Vereesa. At this time, the little guy was about to rush over to deal with him with a face of rage. Unfortunately, her disrespectful behavior on this occasion would definitely not be allowed by the two sisters.
"Princess Jaina, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Charlemagne Theron, the lord of this place. I've been too busy recently. It's a shame I haven't been able to see you."
Jianna still said with an elegant and decent smile, "Duke Theron doesn't need to blame himself, business is the most important thing, and the father is usually very busy. I have long been used to this situation."
Charlemagne raised his eyebrows imperceptibly when he heard the little princess's polite words with a hint of resentment, 'Oh? Still a thorn, it seems that she still has some dissatisfaction with being sent to Quel'Thalas. '
Charlemagne's feeling was right. She was suddenly thrown from Dalaran to Quel'Thalas by her father, and she was forbidden to communicate with her childhood sweetheart prince. How could Jaina have no resentment at all? The courteous attitude is already a credit to the etiquette education of the Kul Tiran royal family.
The official meeting with Jaina did not last too long. Charlemagne welcomed her to Quel'Thalas and wished her the knowledge she wanted to learn in Quel'Thalas. With the help of Rommath, he teleported to Silvermoon City.
Jianna, as the princess, and shouldering the task of communicating and studying between Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas made an exception and directly opened the fourth floor of the Royal Library to her.
Jianna, who is already very hardworking and motivated, can't wait to live in the library when she sees so many precious ancient books. At the same time, she becomes more curious about the books stored on the fifth floor.
‘The books on the fourth floor are already so precious, but what does the fifth floor look like? Will it have a forbidden spell that will destroy the world? '
If Charlemagne, who was stared at by her and walked up to the fifth floor, knew the little princess's naive thoughts, she might immediately complain to her.
"There is no forbidden curse to destroy the world, but there are quite a few scholars and researchers who want to destroy the world."
Because the scholars are all bound to the magic net coordinates on the fifth floor of the library, they often come here to communicate when their respective research is stuck in a bottleneck, trying to find inspiration for research from other people's ideas.
"So I said it all! His Majesty Magni and Taronicus both agreed with my point of view. The caliber is justice, and the equivalent is king. After installing the arcane core, the power and endurance of the magic cannon have been greatly improved." There must be something wrong with your research direction!"
"No, no, no! No matter which branch of our elves, the population cannot increase due to the problem of fertility. In this case, it is the right way to increase the combat effectiveness and survival rate of soldiers as much as possible. The miniaturization and continuous firing of magic cannons is our way. The direction that should be researched!"
"If I say that, my thinking is correct, right? Let the soldiers sit inside the puppets to operate, unless they are unlucky enough to be hit by armor penetration, otherwise the soldiers' survivability will be greatly improved!"
"No! That would cost too much, my cannon is..."
"You are wrong! The cannon is difficult to transport and the mobility is too poor. It is still a portable magic gun..."
"Stupid! The power of the magic gun is not as powerful as the arrow of a skilled ranger, or my new puppet..."
Charlemagne slapped himself on the forehead when he heard the three people's words, and his cheeks twitched, 'It's you three again? ! What on earth are you trying to do! Magical Heavy Cannon, Magical Submachine Gun, Magical Gundam, why don't you go to heaven if you are so powerful!
(end of this chapter)