"But I can't avoid it!" Arthis clenched her fists tightly. "That fellow Eichenas claims to be the regent, but he wants me to make decisions at crucial moments. There are many things I don't know. By the time I find out, I already have to choose the lesser of two terrible decisions. I don't understand. In essence, what's the difference between me and you, the commander, when making decisions? "
The surroundings immediately fell silent.
Even though this side hall was empty, who knew if someone was eavesdropping next door.
No, it should be said that Duque was certain that someone was eavesdropping. He didn't even need the system notification to hear the heavy breathing. Duque didn't know who it was. Duque only knew that he had to be careful with his words.
Duke rested his chin on his hand. "Can I ask you a question that is a little cruel?"
"Go ahead." Arthis made an inviting gesture.
"You're drifting on the sea with a ship full of refugees with no hope of rescue. Suddenly, you discover that a third of them are infected. What will you do?"
"I …" Arthis revealed a pained expression. "I'll have that third jump into the sea."
Quarantine and then leave the infected to fend for themselves. This was the most common way to deal with a plague in this era.
Duque didn't comment. "What if you discover that the remaining half are infected as well?"
"Have them jump into the sea as well." Arthis's voice had already become softer.
"After a while, you'll discover that half of the remaining people …"
"Enough! You're interrogating my conscience and soul! "Arthis's eyes were bloodshot as she slammed the table and stood up.
"No, I'm not interrogating your conscience and soul." Duque looked at Arthis coldly. "I'm just telling you, don't use your shallow common sense to judge every problem and force yourself into a dead end. The biggest difference between you and the commander is that you consider problems comprehensively! "
"Comprehensive?!"
"Yes! I was just asking you what to do. I'm not forcing you to deal with things according to the rules of this era. "
Arthis was stunned. "Then what to do?"
Duque's voice became stern.
"Have you learned any medical knowledge?"
"Have you asked if there are any doctors among the refugees?"
"Is there a priest?"
"Have you confirmed the type of plague?"
"Is there any hope of a cure?"
Arthis was bombarded by five consecutive questions, and he tried to defend himself, "But I don't have any common sense at all …"
"That's why I asked you to find out if there are any doctors among the refugees. As the commander-in-chief, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. You can just leave it to the experts. You need to appoint someone who looks like the most reliable person to be your advisor. If you don't know how to choose, then let the people in that area choose one themselves. If you can't make a judgment, then let the experts do it for you. "
Arthis was shocked at first, but after the shock, she felt a kind of heartfelt admiration. It turned out that there was a reason why Duke Marcus, the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance and the Horde, who had won so many great battles, was successful.
Was this the difference between him and a top commander?
That's right! After receiving the warning from the Deputy Commander, since the Regent Minister was incompetent, he should shoulder the responsibility and arrange things as comprehensively as possible instead of doing nothing and waiting for the situation to deteriorate before making a painful choice.
Arthas lowered his head and bowed deeply to Duke.
"I've learned a lot. Sir Marcus, I only have one last question. "
"Ask."
Arthis asked solemnly, "What if, in the end, I have no one to rely on and no common sense in this area, and I have to make my own choice?"
"You will avoid the worst situation, and at the same time increase your options. The lack of a better choice itself proves that your vision is too narrow. If your wisdom and insight are not enough to create some better choices for you, then choose the choice that you feel the most guilty about. If you really try your best, your heart will feel better, at least you can comfort yourself. "
"Comfort myself …?" Arthis was a little dazed, and her whole body was dizzy. As if she was sleepwalking, she thanked Duque again and then left.
Duque watched Arthis, who was supposed to become the Lich King in history, leave like this. Duque also sighed. He also felt that it was a pity for the fall of the historical Arthis. This could not be blamed on the historical Arthis. This itself was the plot of the most despicable and shameless demon, the most proficient in human nature.
Duque did not know if he could reverse the 'future' of Arthis's fall. Perhaps he could change the tragic fate of death like Laing, the van Cleef father and daughter, Lilas, and the others. Perhaps he could not, but at least he tried.
"Instead of regretting doing nothing, it is better to regret after doing it?" Duque seemed to be talking to himself in a self-deprecating manner.
"Yes! Well said! " A crisp female voice suddenly reached Duque's ears. Duque instinctively felt that the voice was a bit familiar.
The next second, he found out who the owner of the voice was — Princess Kalia Menethil.
Duque was dumbfounded.
"Your Highness …"
The girl in a pure white, low-cut dress stood alone at the door of the side hall.
Looking at the girl, who seemed to be suppressing her excitement and crossing her fingers in front of her chest, Duque suddenly felt a sense of purity.
He did not know if there was a slight sigh in his breath.
Obviously, at this moment, all the noise disappeared because of the girl's focus.
Any other elements would be reduced to impure things. The pure, focused, and even a little fanatical light in the girl's eyes was overwhelming.
It almost turned into a physical love, like a prayer that went straight to the heart. Duque almost instantly felt the adoration from the girl's eyes.
Princess Kalia … is madly in love with me?
It had to be said that Princess Kalia was indeed a stunning beauty. Her exposed skin was crystal clear, and her body was so slender that it was like porcelain that would shatter with a touch. Her whole body exuded a kind of beauty that made people lose their minds.
The problem was, Duque had never had any feelings for Princess Kalia!
In Duque's eyes, the royal family of Lordaeron was a trap. He had no intention of befriending the royal family of Lordaeron at all. When he met Princess Kalia's eyes, Duque was stunned.
Her breathing was heavy, and the girl was obviously very, very nervous. She seemed to have forgotten what she should say.
The princess's voice was full of trembling, and she was a little incoherent. "That day, thank you for the rose … I, but I … I was most touched, when Lordaeron was about to be destroyed, you saved the whole city, and me."
"Uh, that's what I should do."
"I … I … I … Can you let me be your follower?"
"Huh!?" Duque was stunned again!
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