Duke Barov was not young. In his life, he had seen many different kinds of people. There were thieves, bandits, trolls, and nobles. He had never seen a person so domineering and overbearing.
But he was not blindly domineering. At least he came with wealth.
"Give my friends wealth, and give my enemies death …?" Narrowing his eyes, he looked at the long carriages behind Duque. Even if he did not want to admit it, Duke Barov had to say, "This little guy is well prepared."
Recalling the information on Duke Marcus, the boy who rose miraculously, Barov felt a headache.
He was too young, and his status was too high.
If Duque was a title passed down from his ancestors, Duke Barov could still treat Duque like a junior. But obviously, Duque was not.
Last summer, at the age of 14, he was selected to become a magic apprentice at the Storm Royal Magic Academy in the East County Abbey. In the same year, at the admission ceremony, he became an official earth mage with unparalleled talent and rejected the request of Medivh, the Guardian of Azeroth, to take him as a disciple.
Later, it turned out that Duque was right, because he was sensitive to Medivh's demonic aura.
That was not all.
In the next few months, he single-handedly conquered a small naga clan from somewhere and controlled nearly ten thousand murlocs. He opened up a route between Stormwind City and the Western Wilderness in one fell swoop, and opened up a 'Pearl Route' that earned tens of thousands of dollars a day.
But there was still more to come.
When Medivh was controlled by Sargeras and opened the Dark Portal, Duque, who was only 15 years old, fought his way into Karazhan with the famous Anduin Lothar, killed Medivh, and kicked Sargeras into the bottomless abyss.
After that, whether it was burning a hundred thousand Beastmen, luring and killing the Tribal Chief, or using a huge ice ship to rescue fifty thousand Stormwind Kingdom's elite soldiers, everything Duke did could be called a miracle. Unfortunately, there were a lot of witnesses and material evidence for everything, so there was no room for any falsification.
No, it should be said that the scene of the frozen sea was witnessed by Duke Barov himself.
This was indeed …
"That's amazing. Master Marcus, how did you seal the lake's surface with ice? How is the energy output of the Ice Elemental Realm balanced? What about magic coordination? A spell? Is it purely the Ice Element, or is it combined with the Arcana Element? "
Hearing the familiar female voice beside him, Duke Barov felt a headache.
"Ah! Sorry, I'm so excited. I haven't introduced myself. I am Janice Barov, Mistress of the Barov family. Of course, before that, I was a sky mage. The junior sister of Dalaran's Archmage Antonidas. "The elegant lady sold Duke Barov out completely the moment she opened her mouth.
That's right!
Magic first or husband first?
Was there a need to ask!?
Of course it was magic!
Ignoring the black lines on her husband's forehead, Madam Janice, like a fan, approached Duque, who had just dismounted from the horse, and asked him about this and that.
Well, before the negotiations started, the Barov family had already lost 20%.
Duke Barov was embarrassed and could only cough twice: "Dear, don't you think it is very rude to leave an honored guest at the door?"
"Yes, yes! Let's go inside and talk. "Janice was so enthusiastic that she almost pulled Duque's hand and dragged Duque inside.
Stepping through the huge gate of the castle, Duque gazed at the castle, which was shrouded in flourishing greenery in midsummer, and suddenly felt a myriad of emotions.
It turned out that this place was so beautiful before it became Scholomance College.
As a great aristocrat of noble birth, wealth, power, and influence, it was certainly impossible for him to live on a bare stone island. As the owner of the castle, the Barov family had obviously carefully selected the trees on the island. They would not be too tall, which would be an obstacle to their defense, and would also be able to ensure lush greenery most of the time.
If there was anything that this castle touched Duque, it was that he had a feeling of nostalgia.
Once upon a time, as a university student with corrupt ideals, he also thought that one day when he became rich, he would buy a villa for vacation or something.
With his status as a duke and his current wealth, he could definitely do this.
Unfortunately, since he had come to Azeroth, the concept of a "stable home", which was a very common concept in peaceful times, was now distant and unfamiliar to Duque, as if it had nothing to do with him.
If it was not for the series of crises that would follow in Azeroth, which would cause the whole world to be embroiled in destruction and rebirth, perhaps this castle would have been Duque's ultimate goal.
Looking at every detail in this prosperous and serene castle, Duque suddenly wondered if he should transform Karazhan at some point.
Walking along the spacious and brightly decorated corridor, Duke Barov's gait was nine streets ahead of Duque's. His shoulders were straight and did not sway at all. His slightly raised chin did not make people feel that he was too arrogant, and he appeared to be quite confident. Every step he took seemed to have been measured with a ruler, not one inch more, not one inch less.
In terms of aristocratic etiquette, this real duke was much, much better than Duque, who had crossed over to the frontline.
Duque was very clear that if he did not make a comeback, there would be no need to talk when it came to the negotiation table.
This was not an exaggeration.
The secret of negotiation was that the success of a negotiation depended on how much preparation you had done before sitting at the negotiation table. You had to use what you had and what the other party wanted to whet the other party's appetite.
If you lost too much before sitting at the negotiation table, no matter how much effort you put in, it would be looked down upon and disregarded.
He wanted to pry open the Barov family's treasure chest and take out the most valuable thing in the treasure chest — food. First, he had to grasp the Barov family's weak spot. If he could not do this, any groveling, kneeling, and crying would be meaningless. Unless he led an army to rob it, he would not be able to get a single grain from the Barov family's granary.
Fortunately, Duque knew what to do next.
Of course, before that …
Duque gently activated his magic circuit. This was definitely a common thing among mages. Many mages liked to continuously absorb the elemental molecules in the atmosphere, and even gradually condense the purer magic power into better circuits to replace the old or broken circuits in their bodies.
But what Duque did was a little exaggerated.
In just a second, Duque had scanned all the magic traps within a 300-meter radius with the System Elf. Lady Janice could clearly feel that in that instant, the magic traps and magic circles that she had originally controlled all deviated slightly.
It was not that she did not want to regain absolute control of these magic circles, but the magic circles seemed to be afraid of her and cowered away from her. She suddenly realized that as long as Duque wanted to, his uncontrollable power would dominate and take over everything in an instant.
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