"Miss Turani, the teacher has been away for a while. When will he come back?" The petite blond girl stopped waving the sword in her hand and looked at the horned girl who seemed to be in a daze at the edge of the field.
"Ah, little Fordragon, are you calling me?" Turani came back to her senses and looked at Artoria.
"Miss Turani, you seem to be a little absent-minded." Arturia put the long sword on the wooden stand on the sidelines and said slowly, "Is it because you feel unaccustomed to living alone in a human city?"
Turani looked at the girl who was a few rounds younger than her and was trying to comfort herself. She felt dumbfounded for a moment. She replied softly, "No, I once lived in isolation for a while. On the contrary, Lordaeron is like this." The peace and prosperity make me a little uncomfortable."
"But the look in your eyes, Miss Turani, makes me feel that you are really worried about something." Artoria's sensitivity to the Holy Light is far beyond ordinary people. It can be said that she is a darling of the Holy Light similar to Anduin.
Turani smiled, she knew Artoria's talent well, and it was precisely because of this that when most of the Silver Hand's main forces went to fight in the outer lands, the task of teaching Artoria fell on her.
Although she is not a Paladin, as a Draenei, her understanding and perception of the Holy Light may be far superior to that of most human Paladins. It is more than enough to teach Artoria when Arthas is away.
After all, no matter how talented this girl is, she is just an apprentice who has just embarked on the path of Holy Light.
But Turani feels that she will soon have nothing to teach Artoria. If the prophet Velen is willing to teach this beloved child of the Holy Light, her future will be even better...
Oh, I almost forgot, this little girl's current teacher is Alsace, the only man Turani can't understand.
He doesn't seem to be as pious to the Holy Light as an ordinary person, but his power of the Holy Light is purer than anyone Turani has ever seen, even those who have experienced the draenei defense that has been tempered for thousands of years. Officer, no one can match Alsace's control of the Holy Light.
The word "control" is the only word Turani can use to describe Alsace's use of the Holy Light. This almost goes against her common sense. Even the connection between the Prophet Velen and the Holy Light is far from being called " "Driving", the relationship between the Prophet and the Holy Light is closer to that of two equal friends.
"Miss Turani?"
Artoria's voice interrupted Turani's thoughts. She smiled at Artoria sheepishly and suppressed her thoughts. Since that encounter in Hellfire Peninsula, she, as a soul, The priest's ability seemed to have achieved some kind of qualitative breakthrough, but this change also caused her some slight confusion. For example, she still couldn't control her divergent thoughts well.
Sometimes having overly sharp senses is not entirely a good thing, at least not for Turani. She can now almost clearly sense Artoria's worries under strong doubts, as well as her small... dissatisfaction. It seems that although this girl Try to act as mature as possible, but inside you are still no different from an ordinary girl.
Being left hanging is not a pleasant experience.
"I'm sorry, little Fortagon. It's my fault. My thinking is a little too divergent. As an apology, can I treat you to a big meal tonight?" Turani clasped her hands to apologize to the girl, and tried to use Food to soothe the girl's wounded heart.
It turned out that the delicious food was a special attack on this girl. Turani noticed that Artoria's dissatisfaction was quickly replaced by joy. She smiled slightly and was a little pleased at the same time - the prince was about to add another item to his bill. A big deal!
Arthas had left himself alone in Lordaeron for so long, saying that he had other matters to answer to him, but now there is not even a soul to be seen, and those who didn't know thought he was saving the world! Even the frontline commander is not as busy as he is!
Bolvar, who was far away, sneezed and looked at the pile of documents with thick dark circles in his eyes. His body swayed and he almost fell on the desk - Jaina, where have you gone? Why haven't you come back yet?
Walking with Artoria on the street, Turani tightened her cloak. Although there are all kinds of races on the streets of Lordaeron, including but not limited to high elves, dwarves, dwarves, and even goblins sometimes. and night elves, but as she may be the only Draenei in Azeroth now, she will always attract the attention of others if she walks on the street openly.
It would be fine if she was just an ordinary Draenei. Unfortunately, the soul priest's powerful senses and inspiration allowed her to almost clearly sense the other person's heart when she was looked at. The noisy feeling almost made Tula Ni's mind was overheated.
So she still chose to try her best to hide her words from others, at least to a place where there were not so many people.
But even so, she could still hear the subconscious brought about by some particularly strong emotions.
"My horse died... and my dad who was riding the horse fell off the bridge. Now my dad is gone too..." This was an unlucky guy, he seemed to be named Bobby or something.
"Business hasn't been very good lately. The Winter Veil Festival is coming soon. If I don't sell these goods, I'm afraid I'll lose them." This is a goblin who seems to be having a headache because of the unsalable goods.
"His Royal Highness seems to have returned. The authorities have been issuing transfer orders recently. I'm afraid something big is about to happen."
This is...huh? These are spies from the Privy Council. They seem to be exchanging information. Is Alsace back?
When Turani was confused, she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. She subconsciously turned her head to look, but her vision went dark, and the next second she appeared in a deserted alley.
"Miss Valeela, please don't be so surprised next time, okay?" Turani said helplessly. She almost took out a dagger to defend herself just now.
"Miss Sangunar?" Artoria raised her head in confusion. She was still very weak and didn't realize that she had just been led into the shadows by a master assassin.
"His Royal Highness comes to see you in an emergency." Valeera took off her hood, her emerald-like eyes exuding a seductive light in the dimly lit alley, "I will temporarily take over your job."
I work? Turani glanced at Artoria beside her, and knew what Valeera meant. She immediately thought of something, and slyly approached Valeera's long ear, whispered something, and then moved toward Alto Liya said, "Sorry, little Fordragon, I have to leave first, but there is still a big dinner, so let Valeera take you to eat, and you can order whatever you want!"
"I understand, Miss Turani."
Arturia nodded and didn't find it strange, but she didn't notice that Valeela's expression behind her seemed to be frozen, completely losing the majesty of the usual cold-faced elf.
If you take this guy to a high-end restaurant, you are not allowed to use public accounts?
Valila's hands subconsciously tightened her waist bag, she had a premonition that something big was about to happen.
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