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"Very good, let's get here today. You can rest, Your Highness." The mage Hathel said that he was very satisfied with Belorel's performance and concentration. You should know that before that, the Regent's children had a strong resistance to magic.

"Thank you, Hathel." Bellorel smiled tiredly, but did not show it to the Sun-Snatcher in front of him. He just cheered up and kept in this state no matter what, until he took a shower and went to bed.

"I'm very surprised to be honest." Hasel pinched the pointed beard on his chin. "I was not sure at first that I could teach you something, but you learned a lot. It seems that the rumors in the kingdom are not true. Our Highness has a high talent for magic."

"People will become mentors."

When Belorel called him that, Hathel had not adapted to it and felt only a little embarrassed.

"Before you came, I was angry with six highly qualified magicians. My mother often blamed me."

"Then I am honored to be your seventh magic tutor and to let you learn practical magic."

Belorel smiled. The day had passed. After sending Hathel away, he brewed a pot of tea, picked some snacks, and placed them on a small table. He sat aside, thinking about the words of the magician. Hathel was a sun-taker, from Dalaran and a subordinate of Isaas. It was not the mother who arranged for him to be his mentor, but Belorel personally wrote a letter to invite him.

The reason for doing this made Belorel feel deeply moved. From birth, he thought he had no father, but the fact was that his father was still alive; others said that his father died gloriously, but the inside story hidden a past that was unbearable to look back on. The truth will be revealed, and it will inevitably cause stormy changes. Can he be prepared for this? Belorel is not clear. He only knows that if he continues to be a pampered Crown Prince Regent and stays in the comfortable Silver Moon City, he will definitely be washed away. Therefore, he must make changes, just like choosing a sun-taker to teach him magic, which can control a kind of power and learn some of the situation about Dalaran through Hathel. Belorel knew that his vision was not only that.

"Can you leave me some drink?"

Belorel stood up, turned around to look at the figure that opened the curtain, and said with a smile: "Auntie Wenleza." He thought too much just now and did not hear the brisk footsteps of the Ranger.

"It has become much more polite, Belorel." Wenleza smiled back and continued, "I just met Hathel, and he praised you in front of me. Tell me, how did you bribe him?"

"Some apprentice snacks and advanced stealth techniques are not considered bribes." Bellorell refers to what he learned.

Wen Leisa nodded and commented: "Your mother will be very happy, child."

"When it comes to this, I haven't seen my mother all day. Are you here to find her?"

A little wrinkle was squeezed between the silver-haired elf's eyebrows. Bellorel didn't know that his mother was going to meet Sylvanas. Of course, Wenleza knew about it, so she didn't come to Aurelia specifically.

"I'm here to find you."

"I?"

Wenleza smiled and nodded, "Tonight, Baron Sutherier, the owner of Sutherier Manor, held a banquet and invited many nobles. We did not participate in such occasions, but the Baroness said she really wanted to meet the Regent's children and hope you can attend."

Bellorel gave her a blank smile. "It's just that I'm afraid you don't need to tell me personally, aunt. I really want to know what you think?"

"Don't be concealed, Bellorel. Your mother and I know why you chose a Sun-Salazar mentor, and we're happy with your decision. But there are more than Sun-Salazaras, don't you? Baron Sutheril's invitation is an opportunity to really get in touch with the nobles of Sindore."

"I... understand." Belorel said. He could understand. Once upon a time, he would almost see some of the great figures of Quel'thalas every day, but there were only a few back and forth. Now the world is changing rapidly, and he can no longer stay where he is. He only knows the glorious history of the Wind Walker family, the origin of the Blood Knights, and the story of the heroic battle between the Ranger Lord Rothema and his friend Hadurun. He must truly understand this kingdom.

In the past, the Wind Walker family was only responsible for guarding the kingdom, but the task this surname had to undertake was to guide the future of the kingdom. His mother had been in power for nearly twenty years, and twenty years was no big deal for the elves. But things were impermanent, and one day - not only Aurelia told Belorel that he would eventually take over his mother's position and become the leader of Sindore.

"Do you know how to deal with those wine bags?" Wenlesa asked.

Belorel nodded. Wenleza had a clear derogatory term for the group of nobles, but Quelthalas could not be without these families with deep backgrounds, such as Baron Sutherille, who was very influential in Qingfeng Village.

Wenleza reached out to sort out the corner of Belorel's clothes. "Your father's affairs have spread in Quel'thalas." She reminded, "There will inevitably be someone talking about things at the banquet, and you have to face it yourself."

This is exactly in line with Belloril's wishes. Someone always has to come forward to explain that as the Regent, my mother is not convenient for publicly condemning those who have ulterior motives. But he can, who will be wary of an elves who are indifferent to the world?

"Also, your mother is looking forward to your performance, don't let her down."

This sentence made Belorel vaguely feel uneasy. Did her mother know what happened at the banquet long ago? Is this a test?

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A few years ago, when the Lich King was defeated, Silver Moon City held a large celebration ceremony, but the ceremony did not allow the Sindor and others to spend time, but commemorate the end of the Battle of Northrend and commemorate the lost heroes. At that time, his mother Aurelia personally presided over the ceremony. The whole process was solemn and solemn, and every soldier who came back from the battlefield attended. The end of the ceremony was just a not-so-luxury banquet. In Bellor's eyes, it was already the most grand occasion he had ever seen.

But until today, he realized that his thoughts were wrong. When the carriage walked to the river bridge, he heard the hustle and bustle of Sutherille Manor. Curiosity made him order the coachman and servant to speed up, stop under a tree outside the manor, and then stay in the carriage for a while.

It is no exaggeration to describe such a banquet as "extremely luxurious" and it is completely beyond Bellor's imagination.

Where are the manors hanging pleasing banners, the ground is covered with golden silk blankets. High-end red wine and expensive snacks are piled up on the table. However, these decorations and consumables are far less crazy than the participants of the banquet. Before coming here, Bellorell was worried about what clothes he should wear. After thinking about it, he felt that he could not be too formal and wanted others to know that he was simply a guest of Baron Sutherille, so he chose the most common clothes - a blue robe, keeping it

It's just clean. But unexpectedly, he overestimated the shame of the group of people who were enjoying it. Except for some busy service staff who were intact, the other elves were all left with close-fitting clothes and didn't care that they were too exposed. Some male elves were surrounded by a group of sexy female elves with noodles; some female elves lay enchantingly on the ground, using their charming figure to attract a lot of hot gazes. Bellor took a deep breath, and they seemed to enjoy this feeling.

In the name of blood, have these people forgotten the dark past of Quel'thalas? Bellorell inadvertently felt that he had come to the era where the Sun Chaser family was in power, that era that had passed, and everything in front of him seemed to tell him that it was not past.

“Absurd and terrible.”

"Are you going to get out of the car, Your Highness?" The coachman asked him a puzzled question, but Belorel said nothing, his eyes passed over the group of carnival elves and stared at the antique golden phoenix lanterns that lit up the entire manor.

When a waiter who delivered the wine noticed his carriage, Belorel realized that he could no longer delay. He reached out to greet the elf and said to him, "Go and tell Baron Sutheril that Belorel Windrunner has arrived."

At this time, the attendant showed a look of surprise without a doubt. He stood less than four feet away from Belorel. He was wearing the Silver Moon City uniform and was sweating profusely due to long-term work. Perhaps he had noticed Belorel's carriage for a long time, and he did not ask in time. He made the other party wait for so long. He apologized for his negligence.

"Okay, go."

When he turned back, he randomly placed the wine he was holding onto the steps of a fountain and ran all the way into the tower of the manor. After a while, two elves with a formal appearance, one man and one woman quickly walked out, shunted away all the guests who came forward to chat with him, and quickly approached the carriage of the most honorable guest tonight. At this time, Bellorell was already standing outside waiting for them.

"I can't believe my eyes," the first one was the elf walking in front, who should be Baron Sutherille. "We thought you wouldn't come, Your Highness. The banquet has been around for a few hours. I hope you won't mind."

"Sorry," replied Bellorir's bass. "I should probably give you a letter of confidence, Mr. Baron. But obviously you had a wonderful party."

"Your arrival will only make it better." This sentence comes from the woman next to Baron Sutherill, obviously the Baron's wife. Bellorell stretched out his hand friendly, and the moment the two of them held their hands, he thought to himself: Sorry, not.

"I'm actually surprised to receive your invitation, but I think maybe I can meet many friends at your banquet." Bellorier's eyes looked behind him through Baron Sutherill's side face, and it was obvious that he had become the focus of everyone's vision. He noticed that some elves looked at him with confusion, while others were glowing.

"Of course, you will definitely get what you want. Please let us talk inside, there is the best hospitality inside."

They walked into the manor step by step, and as Belorel went deeper into such occasions, a strange feeling made him feel ache. This could not be magic, but another reason. Despite this, Belorel had to keep nodding and greeting the people on both sides of the road.

Bellorell didn't want to touch their eyes, worried that he would expose anything. But he had to do so. In order to facilitate adaptation, he told himself to see if he could find one or two familiar faces in the naked crowd. Fortunately, he didn't see it.

Walking into the tower where the Sutherly and his wife were just now, a heat came to us. The layout of the round tower was much more orderly than that of the outside. There was a low table and a soft chair inside. The servants waited aside. After Belorel took his seat, they poured wine dutifully and retreated to the side.

"It doesn't seem like thinking I won't come, Baron."

"You have misunderstood, Your Highness. Whether you are here or not, since we have invited you, we must be ready to treat you." Baron Sutherille snapped his fingers, and music from the round tower was heard.

Belorel sat quietly, while tasting the wine, and nodded to the Baron with a smile. Halfway through the music, Baron Sutheril waved his hands at the door again, and saw several hot-shaped female elves walking in with all kinds of food. Like the people outside, they were only wearing close-fitting clothes. In a blink of an eye, Belorel's face turned red, and the women put down their things and surrounded him. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

"Your Highness." Sutheril saw Belorel's shyness. Anyone who participated in this kind of occasion would become uncomfortable for the first time. It is important to get the Regent's son to adapt. "I know you are busy learning the necessary knowledge as a crown prince every day in Silver Moon City, but now you should put aside your worries for the time being. It's just one night. Throw your worries into the water as a stone. Snap them up when you return. Please enjoy it in my manor."

"Something makes sense, Baron." Belloriel responded politely, but looking at a word alone would not calm him down his inner tension. He had to divert his attention. He completely returned to his calmness when his eyes were placed on the food on the table.

Bingyuemei, codon cheese, and the master snacks that must be shipped by Dalaran. These are all Belorel's favorites. But he has no appetite. Why would Sutheril know that he likes these? Has he specifically investigated?

Bellorell was about to ask, when a voice outside interrupted him.

"Where is Aurelia's little boy?"
Chapter completed!