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"Sir?" Lilian didn't want to disturb Nathanos's interest. The Withered One seemed to have found a new interest - a skeleton, which looked like Naga. Is this a new member of the Forgotten One? Vos thought to herself. If so, she looked so weak that she would fall apart at any time.

"Your return has disturbed me, Lilian." Nathanos said with his back to her. "What happened to Maris Farm?"

The female undead wanted to tray everything that happened, but she just said, "What you worry about happened." That's enough, the withered only wants to hear the result.

"Is she here?"

"No, not the Regent of Quel'thalas, but your son."

Bellorel Nathanos turned around and looked at Lilian who was kneeling down, and noticed that one of her daggers was missing.

"What do you think about this?"

"I think he came out without telling Ms. Aurelia, and he didn't know your existence either."

"It's not hidden enough!"

Nathanos looked at the shadows in the sky, and the dark clouds seemed to be covering his heart.

"The news came a few days ago that Wenleza mobilized everyone to find the whereabouts of my son. Once Belorel returns to his hometown, what is waiting for is his mother's interrogation."

"But the news of your life has always been a secret!" Lilian said. "Belorill will at most know what terrible ordeal you have experienced, and he will not know...you are still there. So is Aurelia."

This is exactly what he was worried about. If Belorel knew everything, he would think of him the same as Aurelia? He also thought that his father, who had become an undead, should go to hell? Nathanos did not speak these words, he just gave Lilian a "very so" smile.

"There is one more thing I want to report to you."

"Tell me."

"I met a werewolf at Maris Farm, a woman who can switch at will between human and werewolf forms."

"Are you sure?" Now another new discovery has attracted the withered.

Lilian nodded affirmatively, and she also showed Nathanos the sleeve that was scratched by the werewolf. "She seems to be a member of the Silver Northern Expedition Army. She has her own consciousness."

"This is not good news, Lilian." Nathanos's eyes turned to the direction where Gilness was. "If the werewolf had learned to control himself, then it must be the night elves who were in it. Only the druids and the priestess knew how to use Goldlin's power. The movements of the alliance... were faster than I thought."

"Do I need to sneak into Gilness?"

"No need, get up." He said, and walked towards Lilian. "Your mission is over, I happen to have a new mission for you." He came to the side of the female undead and whispered a few instructions.

A few seconds later, Lilian bent down again and said, "As for your orders, this task is more motivated to me."

"A assassin should not lose his weapon. Go and get your dagger back and go to the Tirisfa Forest."

"Yes, sir."

...

The dagger might be poisonous, and in the past half hour, Gidervin had said this to Belorel no less than five times. The boy ignored his words and closed his eyes and pondered.

"Alawi?" Fiona called softly. The boy opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you... okay?"

"I'm fine." The boy's smile was a little reluctant, not as if nothing had happened.

"I feel like you are in a difficult situation. It seems that scholars are encountering research bottlenecks. The answer is right in front of you, but you can't grasp it."

This sounds a bit mean, but it is the truest portrayal of Belorel's heart. The arrow seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his pocket. As a member of the Wind Walker family, who doesn't know the workmanship of the family craftsmen? "Although there is no answer, I already have clues." The boy sighed and said, "Thank you for helping me, Fiona."

"If you want to thank me, you might as well give us the dagger. You know, this is a dangerous item, and children shouldn't..." Before Jidwen finished speaking, Fiona glared back with a look.

Belorel generously handed the dagger worth a thousand gold coins to Jidwin. The dwarf looked ecstatic and seemed to be able to drink several large barrels of ale.

"Don't worry about him, forgetting a life-threatening experience requires only giving him a glass of wine."

"But Jidwin's performance in the battle is worthy of admiration, as well as Tarenna, and... you." Bellorir remembered Fiona's true appearance. Until now, he was not sure whether it was safe to stay by the werewolf.

Fiona showed a guilty look on her face, "I'm so sorry to hide it from you before."

"We are all the same." Bellorell shook his head, "I think you should have known it already. My name is not Alave."

The other party nodded. In the end, she didn't ask who Belorel was. The elf boy was very grateful to Fiona for this. Everyone has their own privacy. As long as they are not a villain, they don't need to ask the bottom line.

"So where are you going next?" The question was Tarenna. The Blood Elf Paladin had been sleeping before and woke up at some point.

"Go home." Belorel said softly, but he was unwilling to do so. Quel'Thalas must have been crazy again, at least hundreds of people were looking for the missing crown prince. And his mother must have received news, perhaps taking him with him in the Tower of Sun Rage. This time, the mother and son could not avoid a quarrel, but Belorel really hoped that his mother could tell him everything about his father.

Why hide it? What is my mother covering up? And...what exactly happened at Maris Farm?

"Fiona, can you tell me everything about Maris Farm? I want to know."

"I only know that it was the hometown of an alliance hero named Nathanos Maris. The rest... Gilness was closed shortly after the war, so I don't know much about the outside world. Do you know?" Fiona turned around and asked the blood elves and dwarves sitting behind the car.

Tarenna thought about it carefully and replied regretfully: "I have never heard of this place, let alone Nathanos Maris."

His reaction could only make Belorel sigh at his mother's ability to block the news.
Chapter completed!