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Bellorell didn't know what the food was in his hand, he just praised it in his heart for its deliciousness. And the food that looked exquisite must have been given a kind of uninformed and vague name, so he didn't care, even if the white sticky thing was stained with the sides of his mouth.

"This is a cream cake made by the walrus man on Northrend. The drink is the moon plum branch of Danasus."

Although the food on the table was simple, Belorel was as voracious as if she hadn't eaten for a few days. Tarenna kept observing the situation around her, Fiona looked at Belorel with a smile. As for Gidervin, he was also staring at the elf boy, calculating every penny that was eaten by the little guy. There was no doubt that they had to pay for this not-so-expensive dinner.

"I'm full!" Bellor said with a sigh of relief.

"Go to check out, Jidvin," Fiona said. The dwarf walked away reluctantly.

Middle-aged women didn't waste time, "Let us now tell us what the connection is between your father and Marys Farm." Fiona's rude voice created a calm feeling, and Bellorell was unconsciously trying to imitate.

"I just know he should have been there, that's all."

"He never contacted again after that, right?" Tarenna's tone did not seem to be guessing, but was stating the facts. But Fiona immediately pointed out his mistake.

"No, Tarenna. Think about it carefully, time doesn't match." She said, then looked at Belorel, with some doubts in her eyes. The age of the elf cannot be judged by appearance.

"How old are you this year, Alave?"

"I'm twenty years old."

"That's really small." Tarenner said teasingly, causing Belorel to blush.

"Twenty years. It happened to be the year when the natural disaster invaded Quel'thalas," Fiona frowned at the number. "The abnormality at Maris Farm appeared two or three years later. The time seemed to be a little close."

"I said." Ji Dewen came back after paying the bill, and he happened to hear the words between several people. "Why should we force two unrelated things to be linked together? Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe his father."

Suddenly, Fiona looked at the dwarf who had just finished speaking.

"Why are you staring at me like this? I haven't embezzled the money for wine."

"Who said that the abnormality at Maris Farm happened sixteen or seventeen years ago?" Fiona said, her tone calm, but it had already caused shock.

"What does it mean?" asked Bellorell.

"I have only been to the Silver Northern Expedition Army for two years, but in the past two years I have learned how this power of faith was formed. So..." Fiona took a deep breath, "Silver Dawn was first established sixteen or seventeen years ago, so the record of Maris Farm also stayed at that time."

Everyone's eyes began to be full of doubt, and the first thing they understood in Fiona's flower language was Tarenna.

"I understand." said the Blood Elf. "Fiona means that maybe the problem of Maris Farm existed before the Silver Dawn was established, and our historical archives were only sixteen years from the beginning of the organization's establishment. So subjectively, the problem of Maris Farm was born at that time. But don't forget that before that, the main force of the Eastern Plagueland to fight against the undead was the Blood Crusader."

"So the Blood Crusader may have a record of the farm that has a longer time ago? This... is really complicated." Jidwen began to be glad that he was not drunk, otherwise he would not be able to process so much information with his groggy mind.

"This is a bold guess. Although the probability is small, there are still possibilities."

Bellorel's fingers were fumbled at the map hidden on his body. In fact, he expected this when he heard Fiona say the words "time seems to be a little close." In fact, there was something he was on his heart. Before leaving Quel's saras, he secretly flipped through the early archives of Quel's saras with his identity. A document stated that in the year he was born, the Regent Aurelia went to the Eastern Plagueland for a secret mission. Combined with the marks on the map, his mother should have gone to Marys Farm.

"About that farm." Bellorel interrupted the three people who were still discussing. "What is its origin?"

Tarenner looked thoughtful and explained: "I have learned that it was the hometown of an alliance hero during World War II. It seemed to be..."

"Nathanos Maris!" said Gidervin.

"Yes! Just call this name." The elf touched the back of his head and nodded.

"No one who knows Uther will not know that he has another student besides Alsace, and that the other party is a civilian."

"How did this person happen to you?" Bellorier asked.

Jidwin disappointed him, "I don't know, but Turayan later led the expeditionary forces through the gates of darkness and there was no more story about him. Maybe he lived a dull life."

Did my mother go to Maris Farm to find this person?

Belloriel grabbed a glimmer of hope that he was not sure of. It was just intuition that he thought his father had something to do with this man named Nathanos.

The elf boy's face was only longing.

"I guess he's going to Maris Farm again."

"I won't let go of any clues." Belloril took a breath and prepared to say goodbye to the few people.

"Then...we can go with you."

"What?" Tarenner and Gidervin shouted in unison.

"You're not kidding, Fiona."

"My words have been said very clearly." The woman's words overwhelmed the two Paladins and Belorel. "The Silver Northern Expedition Army should help those in need, right? What's more, this is an opportunity to eradicate a major threat to the Eastern Plagueland."

"So many people failed." Jidwin whispered to remind her.

"Those people are for money, and we are for the truth, and the Holy Light will bless us." She repeated, "We go with Alave."

"I agree with this decision." Fiona looked at Tarenna in surprise, but felt that it was natural. As a paladin, the other party knew the power of the holy light very well, and the elf boy was his fellow tribe, so he had no reason not to lend a helping hand.

"Okay, two-on-one, you win." Jidwin turned and walked away, "I'll go to the carriage to wait for you."

Fiona turned around, "Alawi, for our respective goals, let's go to Maris Farm together."

After a moment, Bellorel nodded.
Chapter completed!