Sarlayan had already learned from the barrage that the ending of Kael'thas in the original history was very bleak.
Some people said that he took refuge in the devil and that he had his own fault for such a tragic ending.
Some people also said that everything he did was for his own people, but the method was not appropriate.
There are mixed reviews about Kael'thas, and there are even signs of a quarrel in the barrage.
Sharlayan would not use things that have not happened yet to criticize Kael'thas today. That would be obviously unfair to him.
An hour later, Aethas knocked on the door and conveyed Kael'thas's invitation.
The prince wants Sarlayan and Valeera to dine with him.
This kind of private dinner is not like those banquets held just for communication, and the dining process is very quiet.
When Sarlayan was a child, he received the aristocratic etiquette education of the Deep Shadow family. Although he himself did not care about these red tapes, they were still inevitably used on certain occasions.
"Ding~"
During the meal, Valeela's knife and fork occasionally hit the bottom of the plate and made a crisp sound, while Kael'thas and Sharlayan were silent the whole time, controlling the force of cutting the food just right.
Kael'thas has long been used to it. Sharlayan is not as skilled as Kael'thas, but he can avoid making noise through his strong control of his muscles.
This dinner, which should have been a great honor, seemed to Valeera like a public execution.
Kael'thas and the surrounding male and female servants did not show any strange emotions towards her disrespect, but Sarlayan's teasing eyes would glance over from time to time, making Valeera, who was born as a commoner, blush with embarrassment.
Theoretically, the Sangunar family is also a famous family in Quel'Thalas.
But Valila’s tribe has little connection with the Sangunal family, and she has never received relevant table manners.
After finally waiting until the dinner was over, Kael'thas brought the two of them into the study with a happy face, never mentioning the little episode before.
Sarlayan was not so calm. Before entering the door, someone hit him with a black elbow on his waist.
"I already know what my father means."
After the three of them sat down, Kael'thas's handsome face lost the smile and his expression became serious.
"Due to the limited length of the letter, my father asked me to ask you in person about the details of the Battle of Quel'Thalas."
"How did the orcs and trolls break up? What happened to the decline of the four nobles and the new Silver Moon Council?"
Sarlayan scratched his head: "This... it's a long story."
…
The secret conversation with Kael'thas lasted until midnight.
After learning about the many things that happened overtly and covertly in the Battle of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas' delicate golden eyebrows never relaxed.
"Hey~"
After being silent for a while, Kael'thas sighed with a complicated expression.
"Although I had long known that the situation in the country was complicated, I didn't expect it to be this bad."
"After destroying a group of radical nobles, another group of middle-level nobles will immediately replace them."
"The control of the Silver Moon Council is still in the hands of the traditional nobles. Meritorious nobles and ordinary people who are willing to reform do not have enough say. This is really..."
The current situation in Quel'Thalas seemed to make Kael'thas have some associations. Looking at the gorgeous chandelier above his head, he said with deep eyes: "Sure enough, as long as there are people, there will be competition for power, no matter where they are. There will be no exceptions anywhere.”
Valeela raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her head and looked at Sarlayan who was also feeling the same.
"Your Highness, what do you mean..."
Kael'thas looked at the two of them deeply.
"I have already heard from Isaacs that you were attacked by gangsters hired by a black-robed woman before?"
"Yes."
Kael'thas shook his head helplessly: "Sorry, this incident probably happened because of me. She probably just wanted to test your strength."
Valeela and Sharlayan had already guessed this possibility, and their expressions were not very surprised. Their calm performance made Kael'thas a little puzzled.
"You already know the identities of those attackers?"
Valeela nodded and shook her head: "We just guessed her intention, but we don't know the specific origin of the woman in black robe."
Sarlayan didn't like to beat around the bush: "Your Highness, whose subordinate is that woman? What does the person behind her have to do with you?"
Kael'thas answered the question and asked, "Let me ask you a question first. Do you know the structure of high-level power in Dalaran?"
Valeera, who had already prepared the answer, answered fluently: "Dalaran is ruled by the six-member Kirin Tor Council. The speaker is Antonidas, and there are five archmage councilors who participate in decision-making."
Kael'thas smiled approvingly: "Yes, I am one of the councilors...although I only have a name."
In addition to Chancellor Antonidas, the five members of the Kirin Tor Council are Kael'thas, Krasus, Modera, Drayden, and Kel'Thuzad.
Among them, Kel'Thuzad and Drayden were responsible for commanding the mage troops in Dalaran during this war, and were currently chasing the Horde with the Alliance army.
Chancellor Antonidas recently took a group of engineering mages to Lordaeron to assist Terenas in rebuilding the capital.
Apart from nominal councilor Kael'thas, only Krasus and Modera now sit in the Violet Castle.
Krasus' identity as a red dragon has been exposed, and now that the red dragon is still assisting the tribe, his position is somewhat awkward.
It was precisely because Krasus deliberately kept a low profile that his apprentice Ronin was blatantly surrounded by people in front of the Violet Castle.
After Kael'thas analyzed it thoroughly, no matter how stupid he was, he should understand who was secretly targeting him.
"Modra?" Valeela asked in confusion, "Why does she want to exclude His Highness?"
Kael'thas gave the answer with a wry smile: "Have you ever heard of a great humanist? Modera has this tendency. She is quite disgusted with all alien races except humans."
Sarlayan, who remained silent for the time being, learned part of the information about Modera through the barrage's explanation.
Modera, the only female archmage in the Kirin Tor Council, was nicknamed the Kirin Tor's thorn in the barrage.
Since the First Orc War, Azeroth has experienced countless major disasters. Even Dalaran was destroyed once, and the Kirin Tor Council has been reorganized many times.
Only Modera remained unmoved and firmly occupied a parliamentary seat.
Kael'thas' accusation against Modera surprised most of the barrages. In their impression, Modera did not behave like a racist.
Melon Buyer: "Don't make a conclusion so early. The Modera we know has gone through countless vicissitudes and changes over the years, and her mentality has been polished to an extremely mature state. Who knows what kind of virtue she was when she was young."
Marie Claire was so annoyed: "When you said that, I seem to be a little impressed."
"It was mentioned in the early official novels that after Kael'thas first came into contact with Vashj, Modera and Ansrem Ruinvivor followed the orders of the commander without hesitation, without even checking. So he threw Kaizi into prison."
"Damn it! I thought this old woman was a good person, but I didn't expect her to be a loser who is good at speculation."
"Haha~ No wonder she can always be the thorn in the side of the Kirin Tor. She must be thick-skinned and ruthless enough to become an evergreen figure in the political arena."
"Houhei? Liu Bang and Zhu Yuanzhang give you thumbs up."
Turning his attention away from the barrage, Sharlayan asked Kael'thas straight to the point: "Your Highness, Modera's purpose is to drive you out of the Kirin Tor Council?"
Kael'thas nodded: "That's right. She probably didn't intend to go too far. She just often gave me a little trouble overtly or covertly."
"What about the other Kirin Tor councilors? What are their attitudes to this?"
"Ha~"
Kael'thas shrugged with a half-smile: "Neutral, not expressing any opinions. Even Krasus, a foreign councilor, has remained silent on this."
"Crassus..."
Sarlayan's face changed: "Krassus's crotch is covered with yellow mud now, it's not just shit, it's shit."
"Until Red Dragon gives up assisting the tribe, his position will continue to be so embarrassing."
"Ahem~"
Although Sarlayan's description was crude, it was surprisingly apt.
Kael'thas had a weird expression and coughed twice, barely suppressing his smile.
Sarlayan ignored Kael'thas' change in demeanor and continued to ask solemnly: "Your Highness, what do you think?"
"His Majesty hopes to recall you to Quel'Thalas, but he himself is still hesitant. This order is not mandatory. It all depends on your own wishes."
"Well..." Kael'thas rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a while: "From the bottom of my heart, of course I want to return to my hometown and contribute to my country, but..."
Kael'thas bit his lower lip unwillingly, adding a touch of enchantment to his already extremely handsome appearance, which triggered a new round of barrage cries.
"I don't want to escape from Dalaran in such a dejected manner. Even if I really want to leave, I must let the racists led by Modera know that I am returning to my hometown with honor and dignity, and I am not forced to leave by their cunning methods. !”
Sarlayan nodded in agreement: "I agree. This matter has nothing to do with race. We cannot bow to such despicable means and encourage the villain."
"I have a plan. If it can be realized, I guarantee that I can win Krasus over to your side and make Modera, who thinks she has power, make a fool of herself!"
