Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 188 7. I have a great ship, but I lack some great subordinates, you understand?

The mage tower in Karazhan is somewhat different from the mage tower in the general sense. It is actually more like a castle, and the interior is divided into many areas due to different functions.

It looks gloomy and dilapidated on the outside, but the inside of the mage tower is as magnificent as it was in its heyday, and walking into it is like entering a palace.

Especially when Bo Laike stepped through the gate with the Soul Lamp in hand.

The scene of the two rows of undead servants in servant costumes, holding flower baskets, sprinkled shriveled petals to the sky, really satisfied the vanity of the pirates' inner turmoil.

But it also reminded him of some of Prince Drake's memories of court banquets.

Compared with those extravagant and extravagant upper-class ceremonies in peaceful times, this one is at best a small scene for the host to express his welcome to the guests.

So the pirate curled up his smiling mouth, and calmed down quickly.

Put on an expression of "I've seen too much, but that's all".

But the orcs and trolls behind him were not so calm.

The two guys looked up and looked around, looking left and right, looking like bumpkins entering the city, they almost humiliated the pirates, and made Bo Laike want to go up and kick them twice.

However, Kanrethad, the skinny boy who had just been released from the coffin, performed beyond Laike's expectations. Although he was wearing a small dress that he found on the spur of the moment, it didn't fit well, and his cheeks were dirty.

But this kid followed closely behind Bu Laike, and his every move seemed to be very stylish, even the stern face was somewhat similar to the hypocritical expression of the aristocrat on Bu Laike's face.

"Well, the Duke's son is really extraordinary."

Bo Laike nodded in satisfaction.

He walked through the red carpet covered in flowers, ignoring a group of strange-looking undead servants around him, and when he was guided up the stairs by the butler Moros, he whispered to the skinny boy beside him:

"Look at you, have you been here before?"

"Well, when I was seven years old, my father brought me here once."

Kanrethad replied with a strange expression:

"At that time, His Excellency Medivh didn't have it yet. Ahem, and my grandfather also attended the 'Last Dinner'. If I'm 'lucky' enough, maybe I can see him here."

"what."

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to the undead steward leading the way:

"Mr. Moros, I just learned that a famous relative of my apprentice sailor is a guest in Karazhan at this time, can you please take him to meet his grandfather?

This poor kid has some 'family problems', maybe his dead ghost grandfather can give him some 'wisdom' to get along with his family. "

"Well, is it the old Duke of Aber Locke? I just saw that this young master looks familiar. He should have been here a few years ago, and he has become good friends with His Royal Highness Prince Varian."

Moros turned his head and glanced at the skinny boy "kindly", almost causing Kanresad to go into cardiac arrest.

On that half-rotted face, there was a smile that shocked Kanrethad.

No matter how talented he is, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy now, surrounded by a group of moving undead, it is already very courageous not to pee his pants in fear.

"Snapped"

Moros took a handbell from his waist, as if intending to summon the servants, but this action caused the two daggers hidden in his waist to fall to the ground.

On the blade of the dagger, there was still blood that had not been wiped clean.

This unexpected situation made the scene awkward for a while, and also made Kanrethad startled, and moved to hide behind Bu Laike.

The Undead Steward is not embarrassed.

He bent down, picked up the two sharp daggers, inserted them back into his waist, smiled "you know" to the pirate who was looking at him, and explained:

"Hey, the master has stored a lot of priceless treasures in his mage tower. As a housekeeper, while serving the master, I also have to shoulder the responsibility of driving out those malicious thieves.

Especially at this moment when the master is traveling far away from home, my responsibility is even greater.

I hope that these two weapons, which were used just last week, did not spoil the good mood of the distinguished guests. "

"Understandable, understandable."

Bu Laike opened his pirate windbreaker, revealing the two rows of poisoned throwing knives inserted inside the windbreaker, and said in a gentle tone:

"Carrying a weapon with you, cutting off the thief's neck neatly, and being ready to physically eliminate all enemies for the master at any time, for a well-trained housekeeper, it is nothing more than normal.

In fact, I am very envious that Mr. Medivh has such an excellent housekeeper like you.

You see me as a prince and a captain.

It is really sad to have to personally execute an incompetent and shameful subordinate now. If I can also have a qualified butler like you, I will definitely save a lot of trouble. "

"Well, the guest is really full of witty words."

Moros, the undead steward, let out a hoarse laugh, and said in a regretful and disappointed tone:

"It's a pity that the master is not at home, otherwise he will definitely introduce you as a confidant. Unfortunately, the master has been away for too long, and the servants in the entire tower are waiting for his return.

We look forward to serving the master again every day.

Without a master, we are nothing"

"It's okay, Mr. Moros. I came here to help Mrs. Aegwynn and call back her son who has been away for a long time."

Bu Laike softly comforted the lost butler in front of him, he said:

"Cheer up, maybe the master of Karazhan will be back soon. Of course, being busy with cutting off the thief's neck for a long time will always make the skill of being a housekeeper a little bit backward.

In order to better welcome Mr. Medivh's return, I think it is necessary for you to change places, change environments, and get used to work again.

I have a great boat that does everything you need.

As you can see, I lack the quality of life that matches who I am.

Worst of all, I don't know where to start to change, and I desperately need a qualified butler to serve me. "

The eloquent pirate threw an olive branch. He patted Moros on the shoulder and said softly:

"And as I see it, you're in dire need of a change.

Maybe you're tired of the long wait, and the grief of losing your master has cost you the honor of being a polite, old-fashioned butler.

Instead, get satisfaction from the inferior desire to slaughter in your heart.

To downgrade yourself from a high society figure to a lowly thug is to deny your past life, it shouldn't be like this. "

Bu Laike smiled meaningfully, patted the soul lamp on his waist, and said:

"Mr. Attumen has accepted my invitation. He is a very simple person. I gave him the title of Kul Tiras Kingdom, and he is willing to serve me for a period of time.

Think about it, Mr. Moros.

There is no need to have any psychological pressure, it is just a secondment job.

As soon as Mr. Medivh comes back, I will immediately send you back to Karazhan and continue to serve your real master.

This is my promise to you. "

The pirate looked back at the rough and clumsy Xieyan and Zarak the troll. He pointed his thumb at the two bastards helplessly, and smiled helplessly at Moros.

He said:

"I really need someone who is good at this, to train my incompetent subordinates, it's really shameful to bring them out."

"Thank you for your invitation, Your Highness, I will seriously consider it."

Moros nodded and said seriously:

"But I must first ask the old master and the old mistress for instructions."

"No, I'll come.

Please take my apprentice to his dead ghost grandfather first, and help Mr. Meili prepare for the resurrection ceremony by the way. Uh, forget it, go directly to the Lich Transformation Ceremony!

I have the Lich Transformation Prayer that he lacks. "

Bu Laike pointed to his head, smiled politely, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, then turned his head and scolded his stupid subordinate twice.

Then he turned around and strode into the banquet hall ahead.

The Undead Steward of the Mage Tower is not lying.

There is really a grand banquet here, which is being held in the tower. As for whether it is specially held to welcome Bu Laike and his party, it is unknown.

But as a polite guest, you cannot ask such rude questions.

In the luxuriously decorated and magnificent ballroom in front of you, there are many ghosts of nobles dancing to the rhythm of melodious music, and they laugh happily.

The long skirts are dancing, and the men and women are in a happy posture.

If you ignore the skeleton servants walking through it, dragging the wine trays, and the illusory ghost bodies of the dancers, then the ball in front of you already has the meaning of a palace dinner.

"Follow me, Your Highness."

A skeleton waiter in robes respectfully came to Bo Laike, who was admiring the ball, and said to him:

"Mother Aegwynn is waiting for you in the restaurant."

"Hasn't Mr. Elland come?"

The pirate reached out to take a glass of wine from the skeleton waiter's wine tray, held it in his hand and shook it gently, followed the waiter whose head was about to fall to the small restaurant, and he asked a question.

The skeleton servant immediately replied:

"The old master has never liked this noisy scene. He is still doing research in his library at this time. We have informed the old master of your visit according to the intention of the mistress.

The old master has expressed his welcome to you.

But his research is too important to meet you. "

"That's really a pity."

Bu Laike curled his lips and said:

"I still have a few questions about magic, and I want to ask Mr. Elan for advice. Please tell him for me, if his research has reached a bottleneck and he wants to go out to find inspiration.

I have a great ship ready to serve the Archmage. "

"I will pass on your invitation, guest."

The skeleton attendant with dangling head pushed open the door of the small restaurant for Braike, and politely made a "please" gesture. Braike took a sip of wine, handed him the glass, and then walked into the restaurant among.

As the door behind him closed, the music and noise from the outside world were cut off for a moment.

In the huge restaurant with three long tables in front of me, all irrelevant people were driven away. The crystal chandelier above the head lit a gentle light, and the tables were filled with various delicacies.

The silent skeleton servants put bottles of chilled wine on the table and lit those long candles.

They're busy with a big meal.

But there were only two people enjoying this meal.

Boo Laike was the guest.

The master is ahead.

On the terrace of the restaurant, next to the window decorated with gorgeous and very artistic stained glass, an old lady in a black hood is standing there.

She seemed to be looking back.

"I hate this place that I built with my own hands and lived in for nearly a hundred years."

She said in an old but gentle voice:

"Here I gave birth to my son and lost him, and the ghost of my husband is trapped here. I have filled this place with books of secrets, but I cannot find a single piece of knowledge that can give me peace of mind.

I used to think I was doing the right thing by rebelling against authority.

I never liked those old men telling me what to do. I defined justice and evil in my own way, and then used my power to practice those standards of good and evil.

But when I also became an old lady.

Looking back, I realized that I may have done a lot of good things in my life, but the bad things that happened to me weighed me down.

Can you understand this feeling? Derek Proudmoore. "

"sure."

The novice pirate picked up his wine glass from the table next to him, put it in front of his eyes, and said:

"No matter how sharp a person is, once they get old, they will become gentle, let alone a legendary person like you who has experienced pain. But I think it is a very stupid behavior to define one's life by one's own mistakes.

We should not be so pessimistic.

Besides, those mistakes are not without chances of redemption, such as now"

He put the head of Gul'dan hanging on his chest on the table, pushed it forward, and said:

"I have a little advice for you about your boring plan to resurrect your son."

"Give it up."

(end of this chapter)