Nathanos glanced at the girl's hands. Her long golden hair hung down to her wrists. Nathanos took a step forward and pushed her hair away from her wrists. He saw the girl's wrists and throat.

There were fading blue and yellow bruises all over his face, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Come in!" Theresa nodded gratefully and walked into the room.

Nathanos closed the door and turned to her.

"Why would you do this for that guy?"

Taressa put the things on the table and suddenly lost her expression. She wanted to answer, but suddenly she lost the courage.

"Forget it!" Nathanos waved his hand. "As long as you stay here, you will be safe, right?"

Talesa nodded towards Arthas. After a moment, Nathanos said: "Eat the food you brought, and then rest here tonight." He said, taking his own from the shelf.

The cloak was thrown to her. "Put it on you, don't get it dirty!"

After saying that, Nathanos walked to the window and jumped out, leaving Talesa alone in the room.

Alsace suddenly heard a knocking sound in front of the window. The prince immediately became alert and picked up a stool to defend himself. At this moment, the window was pushed open and a figure rolled in.

"Nathanos?" Arthas was stunned and speechless.

"I'm sorry to come to you in this way."

"What happened?" The prince put down the stool in his hand and asked a little funny.

"Actually, there's someone who needs your help!"

"Don't worry." Arthas said, handing a letter to Nathanos. "I'm about to go find you too. Take a look at this."
Chapter completed!