Duque pondered for a moment before replying, "I have no intention of disbanding the entire noble class. To be honest, a ruler is a necessary existence. Without a ruler, the people will be in chaos. But what I, and even the entire world, need is a group of rulers who are united and actively preparing for war to face the Burning Legion and other dark forces, not maggots who dare to attack the soldiers on the frontline for their own interests. "
"My Lord, what else did you see in the River of Time?" Windsor asked.
"War! Not only against the Burning Legion and the Scourge Legion, but also against the ancient Elemental Lords and the most evil Ancient Gods! Every two to three years, there will be a great battle similar to the Third Dark Portal. "Duke tricked his subordinates like a charlatan.
If Duque had said this twenty years ago, he would have been treated as an idiot. But humans were a race with amazing adaptability. In these twenty years, everyone had gotten used to it.
No one did not believe him.
Although they believed it, the expressions of the four people in the carriage turned serious.
"Understood! Let us do what we can for our Lord. " Let us pave a bright path for this world full of calamities! "With Windsor in the lead, the four of them bowed to Duque.
On the other side, the Storm nobles began to contact each other as soon as the meeting ended.
However, they sadly found that they could not find anyone on their side, or even a team that could contend against Duke Marcus' tyranny.
At this time, they were pleasantly surprised to find that someone had committed a crime. Countess Katrana Anristo had suddenly announced that there would be a masquerade party tonight.
Yes!
The kind that wore a mask and did not even need to show their faces.
The Countess was so considerate that she specifically instructed the person who delivered the invitation to verbally convey that they did not even recognize the family emblem on the carriage, they only recognized the invitation and not the person.
From the most powerful dukes to the insignificant barons, at least two to three hundred nobles directly agreed to attend the banquet.
Bolvar was silent for a long time when he received the news.
In the shadows in front of him stood a shadowy man. He was short and capable, with deep brown eyes. "Your Excellency, what should we do?"
In the end, Bolvar waved his hand: "I have already reached an agreement with Regent Marcus. I will not interfere in this matter. Moreover, doing so would obviously help the Stormwind Kingdom become a more powerful nation! You just need to focus on the Ghost Wolf mission. "
"Understood!" The man silently retreated.
Looking at the empty room, Bolvar sighed. "Duque, don't disappoint me."
That night, the atmosphere was strange.
As the sky gradually darkened, almost all the noble houses opened their doors, and many carriages streamed out. Some of these carriages had family emblems, while others were unemblemished carriages used by servants to purchase goods.
More than four figures of carriages poured onto the streets at once. Even when Stormwind City was being rebuilt, Duque had designed all the main roads in the city plan to allow six carriages to travel side by side. The main road that ran through the entire city was even more exaggerated, with twelve lanes.
However, when thousands of carriages came out at the same time in a premeditated manner, the traffic inevitably fell into chaos.
If MI7 attempted to follow some of the major nobles, they were bound to go crazy, because they simply did not have enough manpower to follow every carriage and figure out who was sitting inside.
However, the nobles quickly fell into doubt.
Logically speaking, they would at least attract a large number of stalkers by openly confusing the line of sight. For example, there were only a few dozen elite thieves in MI7, and the rest were ordinary peripheral members. There were only about 500 of them.
Moreover, with less than a thousand thieves scattered throughout Stormwind's vast territory, apart from the Marcus Family's territory, which might have fewer people, there should be at least thirty to forty people in each district, right?
The number of thieves that could really be mobilized in Stormwind City would not exceed 200.
But … there was not a single stalker.
The nobles who wanted to participate in the masquerade party arrived without a hitch. They were not worried about being questioned by the two regents. The powerful guys had either prepared a substitute, or a few of them claimed to be playing cards together, with a group of loyal servants helping them to falsely testify.
Entering Countess Anristo's magnificent manor in the east of Stormwind City that was comparable to a duke's mansion, the nobles could hear the cheerful music coming from the huge and glorious villa from afar.
A band composed entirely of High Elves played the most popular music from the time of Cuel Salas.
Sometimes cheerful, sometimes passionate, and sometimes decadent, it constantly tugged at the heartstrings of the nobles. If it wasn't for the fact that what happened today was too big, perhaps at this moment, many young noble men and women would have run to the bushes around the villa to roll around.
Although it was called a masquerade party, in fact, it could only deceive outsiders. Nobles who were familiar with each other would always recognize the decorative secret codes that the other party deliberately left on their bodies.
Seeing the familiar big shots arriving one by one, the young nobles were ecstatic. In their eyes, this was already enough to overthrow the whole kingdom, and even that damn Grand Duke Marcus was exiled.
Unfortunately, after the banquet began, the atmosphere was very strange.
Because everyone saw that the heroine of the masquerade party, Countess Anristo, who only wore a small golden mask that covered her eyes, actually ignored the other nobles and danced with a young noble under the accompaniment of music.
Even the nobles close by could not hear what the two were whispering.
Fortunately, they did not hear it. If they heard it, they would probably be scared out of their wits.
"Dear Grand Duke Marcus, I don't remember sending you an invitation."
Yes! That's right!
At this moment, the person dancing with the Countess was Duque, who was wearing a ridiculous High Elf mask. Of course, no one in this world would know that the two metal accessories on the mask's ears were a small version of the Dragon Salyer. There was also a line of Chinese written on it — Dragon Salyer, click to send.
The evil Duque gently held the slender hand of the humanoid Black Dragon Princess with one hand, enjoying the soft touch. At the same time, his other hand unscrupulously hugged her waist. Yes, from time to time, his hand would slip a little.
Every time he felt the faint anger from the princess, he would put on an expression of 'my hand slipped, I'm sorry'.
"I like crowds the most, and I have the habit of never letting go of my favorite things."
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