Facing the questions from his core subordinates, Duke hesitated for a moment and said, "I have no intention of disbanding the entire aristocracy. To be honest, rulers are necessary. Without rulers, the people below will be in chaos. But what I, and even the entire world, need is a group of rulers who unite together, actively prepare for war, and face the Burning Legion and other dark forces, rather than parasites who dare to harm the soldiers on the front line for their own interests."
"My Lord, what else have you seen in the long river of time?" Windsor asked.
"War! Not only against the Burning Legion and the Scourge, but also against the elemental lords of ancient times and the most evil Old Gods! And there will be a war similar to the Third Dark Portal every two or three years." Duke fooled his men in an extremely mysterious way.
If Duke had said this twenty years ago, he would probably have been considered an idiot, but humans are an incredibly adaptable race, and in the past twenty years, everyone has become accustomed to it.
No one doesn’t believe it.
Believe it or not, the four people in the carriage all looked stern.
"I understand! Let us do our little bit for our Lord and open up a bright future for this troubled world!" Led by Windsor, the four people bowed to Duke.
On the other hand, as expected, the Storm Nobles began to connect as soon as the meeting ended.
However, they sadly discovered that they could not find any one person or even a group on their side who could counter the "tyranny" of Edmund Duke.
At this moment, they were extremely surprised to find that someone was actually defying the law - Countess Katrina Anrestor suddenly announced publicly that a masquerade ball would be held tonight.
The kind where you wear a mask and don’t even have to show your face.
The countess was so considerate that she specifically instructed the person delivering the invitation to verbally convey that "I don’t even recognize the family crest on the carriage, I only recognize the invitation and not the person."
This was really a case of sending someone a pillow just when they were sleepy. From the most powerful duke to the insignificant baron, at least two or three hundred nobles directly agreed to attend the banquet.
Bolvar was silent for a long time when he received this news.
In the shadows in front of him stood a shadowy man, short and sturdy, with deep brown eyes. "Your Excellency the Regent, what should we do?"
Bolvar finally waved his hand and said, "I have already reached an agreement with Regent Edmund. I don’t care about this matter. And doing this will obviously help make Stormwind a more powerful country! You just need to focus on Operation Ghost Wolf."
"Understood!" The man retreated silently.
Looking at the empty room, Bolvar sighed: "Duke, don’t let me down."
The atmosphere that night was eerie. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt
When it got dark, almost all the nobles opened their doors, and many carriages came out one after another. Some of these carriages had family emblems, while others were carriages without emblems used by servants to purchase goods.
More than four digits of carriages flooded the streets at once. Even when Stormwind was being rebuilt, Duke designed all the main roads in the city planning to have lanes that could accommodate six carriages running in parallel. The core road running through the entire city had an extremely exaggerated twelve lanes.
However, when thousands of carriages came out at the same time with great deliberation, traffic inevitably fell into chaos.
If MI7 tried to follow some of the major nobles, they would go crazy because they simply didn’t have the manpower to track every carriage and find out who was sitting inside.
However, the nobles soon fell into confusion.
Logically, their open obfuscation would at least attract a large number of followers. For example, in MI7, there were only a few dozen truly elite thieves, and the rest were peripheral members of fairly ordinary standards, numbering around 500.
Moreover, the bandit group of less than a thousand people is distributed in a very vast territory of Stormwind. Except for the Edmund family area where there may be fewer people, there must be at least thirty or forty people in each other district, right?
The seven thieves that can actually be mobilized in Stormwind City will not exceed 200.
But... not a single stalker.
The nobles who wanted to attend the masquerade arrived very smoothly. They were not worried about being questioned by the two regents. The powerful guys either prepared substitutes long ago, or a few of them claimed to be playing cards together, and a bunch of loyal servants helped to perjure themselves.
Entering Countess Anrestor’s manor in the east of Stormwind City, which was as magnificent as a duke’s mansion, the nobles could hear the joyful voices coming from the huge and magnificent villa from afar.
A band composed entirely of high elven musicians, playing the most popular music from the time of Quel’Thalas.
Sometimes cheerful, sometimes passionate, sometimes decadent, it constantly stirred the hearts of the nobles. If what happened today was not so huge, perhaps many young noble men and women full of vigor would have run to roll around in the bushes around the villa.
It was called a masquerade ball, but in fact it was just to fool outsiders. Nobles who were familiar with each other would always recognize the decorative codes that the other party deliberately left on their bodies.
Seeing that all the familiar bigwigs were present, the young nobles were filled with ecstasy. In their eyes, this was a force that was enough to overthrow the entire kingdom and even exile that damned Grand Edmund Duke.
Unfortunately, after the banquet started, the atmosphere became weird.
Because everyone saw that the heroine of the masquerade, Countess Anrestor, who only wore a small golden mask covering her eyes, actually ignored the other nobles and danced with a young noble to the accompaniment of music.
Even the nobles who were standing nearby couldn’t hear what the two were whispering.
Fortunately, they didn’t hear it. If they had heard it, they would probably have been scared to death.
"Dear Grand Edmund Duke, I don’t think I sent you an invitation."
At this moment, the one dancing with the Countess was Duke, who was wearing a ridiculous upper-class elf mask. Of course, no one in this world would know that the two metal ornaments on the mask’s ears were small dragon-slaying swords. There was also a line of Chinese written on it - Dragon-slaying sword, click to get it.
Duke, who was in a bad mood, gently held the slender hand of the human-shaped black dragon princess with one hand, enjoying the soft touch, while the other hand was holding her waist without any scruples. Well, his hand slid down a little from time to time.
Every time, he would make an expression like ’my hand slipped, sorry’ after sensing the princess’s hidden anger.
"I love being in a lively place, and I also have the habit of never letting go of things I like."