When Duke said, "This is what I should do," the girl was in a state of confusion.
The girl's mouth opened and closed slightly, shouting silently:
Duque.
I've been …
The girl's heart was like a willow branch swaying in the wind, wavering.
The thumping of her heart could be heard clearly, shaking her eardrums and chest. Her chest was so uncomfortable, that overflowing feeling was like a volcano was about to erupt in her chest, as if it was going to tear her heart apart and break out in the next moment.
The air had become dry, and her mouth was half opened like a machine with a locked angle, unable to open any wider.
The slightly warm air invaded her lungs, and when she exhaled, it made her entire trachea and mouth feel like it was on fire.
She was embarrassed, but her rationality was frantically urging her to take action.
Duke Marcus was the most outstanding young man of this generation in the Alliance of the Ten Nations, the greatest hero, there was no one else like him. He was busy, glorious, and the hope of all mankind. If she gave up this chance to confess, she might not be able to wait for another chance.
Countless voices rushed into Kalia's mind:
Say it! Kalia!
Muster up your courage! Kalia!
Aren't you determined to be like those young girls courageously pursuing their love in novels, and grasp your own happiness?
He is the Duke of the Southern Continent, and once the war ends, he will return to the Southern Continent! Father, who always wants to obtain more territory for Lordaeron, will not allow you to marry far away.
Although she had the most glorious background in the entire continent, she was very clear that this princess identity that all women were envious of was not valued by Duque.
There was no deliberate flattery, no fear of keeping a respectful distance, only a kind of calmness.
Neither servile nor overbearing, but a gaze that made people feel extremely comfortable.
This was what she wanted!
This kind of young hero was what she had been chasing after in her dreams countless times.
She shouted in her heart again: Take action! Kalia!
Her rationality was driving her to take action, and then …
Kalia mustered up every drop of courage in her body, and what she thought was a shout was actually the volume of her voice.
"I … I … I … Can you let me be your follower?"
Oh my god! What nonsense did I say!
I should have said, 'Are you willing to go out with me?'
But … how shameful! I can't say something like that!
Wu wu wu!
Kaliya cried. The young girl cried bitterly in her heart.
Especially after seeing Duque's stupefied expression, the girl was so ashamed that she wanted to die.
What did I say!?
Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out the last drop of courage in his body.
"I want to travel the world with you!"
Huh?
Something didn't seem right.
Wouldn't that become a standard follower's speech?
I just need to say that I like him normally!
Wu wu wu!
But Duque …
Duque was keenly aware of Princess Kalia's intentions. As a veteran player who had transmigrated on the eve of Version 6.0, Duque did not know that Princess Kalia would become the most popular follower of the Priest Temple in the later timeline. This did not prevent Duque from having a better impression of Princess Kalia.
Duque stared at Princess Kalia.
Her golden waterfall-like hair was tied into a unique bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender, ivory white neck. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, and her serious and anxious expression made people feel as if they were in a dream.
At this moment, Princess Kalia showed her most girlish side, the kind of pure beauty that made all men's hearts palpitate with excitement and could not help but want to protect her. In addition, she exuded a noble and extraordinary temperament with every movement she made … This was a fatal temptation to any normal man.
"Phew!" After a short moment of confusion, Duque's brain worked at high speed.
In terms of feelings and senses, it would undoubtedly be more than enough to satisfy any man's vanity if he managed to woo the renowned elder sister of Arthis, a genuine and noble princess of noble lineage.
Think about it, if this Lich King Arthas, who had once been the prince of Lordaeron in history, had defeated more than seventeen heroes, including three kings and a blue dragon, and made the whole continent and even the World of Azeroth tremble, he would have no choice but to call Duque brother-in-law.
Oh oh oh!
That kind of sourness, just thinking about it would make one feel high.
Unfortunately, reason told Duque that this was courting death.
Just as Duque could not touch Arthas now, Duque could not touch Princess Kalia either. If the wheel of history could not be stopped, then the ending of World War II at the Dark Portal was almost a foregone conclusion, then World War III was inevitable.
According to the original history, all investments in Lordaeron were destined to be reduced to nothing under the fierce attack of the Calamity Army.
If one million gold was exchanged for coins and thrown into the sea, it would at least cause a huge splash. However, investing in Lordaeron in any form was destined to fail. It was not the kind that would fail from the end of the street, but directly to the center of the earth.
Thinking of this, Duque made a decision — the princess would accept it, but he would not let Lordaeron get a single cent.
Duque shamelessly used the moral integrity of a Medivh. At this moment, Duque was possessed by a saint. Unknowingly, he had the purest temperament and the greatest sentiment.
Duque's gentle smile, those eyes that seemed to be able to suck in one's heart, and that magnetic voice intoxicated the inexperienced Princess Kalia.
"There are as many people who wish to become my follower as there are stars in the sky. Kalia, what do you know? "
Princess Kalia was sensitive to the fact that Duque did not use words that made her uncomfortable like "princess" or "highness", but called her by her name more intimately. It was clearly a very common thing in people's daily lives, but it made Kalia ecstatic.
"I, can I call you Duque?"
Duque nodded with a smile.
"I, I'm actually an Intermediate Commandment Priest."
After saying that, Kalia showed Duque her Holy Light. It was indeed extremely pure Holy Light, and her cultivation was not low.
Duque was dumbfounded.
Duque had taken in many subordinates. There were a few future marshals and heroes. There were some who could fight, some who could eavesdrop, some who could lead troops, and some who could take charge. However, there was really no pure healing profession.
A priest who specialized in healing was a big healer! A big healer! Do you understand? A group of old men fighting bloody battles at the front and almost dying from serious injuries. To revive them, they often relied on the most crucial mouthful of milk. Oh, no, [Greater Healing Skill].
At this moment, Duque was even more determined to abduct Princess Kalia.
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