Anomaly Of Warcraft

There is a sequence of hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in the surgery industry.

Carlos confirmed at a very young age that even if the world he is in is virtual, the simulation engine is at the level of 400 Titans, and he doesn't have the magical artifact of the brain residue aura.

When I was young, the servants in the house would steal mouths and play slippery.

Lead the troops, the soldiers in the army will paddle and sell their teammates.

Once you become a king, the nobles in the country will rebel, and they will go against the evil.

Some people come here admiringly, and some are sincere for Caitou. The guys who take refuge in themselves generally have a variety of purposes.

Generally speaking, it is a certain background and a career.

The guy who really fights for faith is brilliant as an example, and terrible as a comrade-in-arms. For faith, can everything be sacrificed? This kind of person is suitable for offering to the altar, and is not suitable for partnering to become friends.

So Carlos intentionally or unintentionally created shortcomings for himself.

After all, he didn't want to be told what the king didn't understand.

However, with the expansion of the social circle, as the time in the world of Azeroth grew, Carlos found that the direct tendency to perfection was shattered. Where do you need to make any shortcomings, you are simply full of shortcomings.

In the last life, apart from receiving the education of socialist successor, then serving as a soldier for a few years, staying in the game for a few years, and withstanding the bombardment of the information explosion, he was useless at all.

Intelligence and wisdom cannot be confused.

Intelligence is innate, affected by bodily functions, and directly linked to brain capacity.

Wisdom is an organic combination of experience and knowledge, which is added by many factors.

Then Carlos found embarrassingly that his intelligence standing on the shoulders of giants was amazing. However, his intelligence was not as good as that of humans, and he lost countless crossed martyrs' faces.

The guys who regard others as fools are stupid, and the guys who regard themselves as saints are exhausted. Carlos wanted to find a good father-in-law, hugged a big thick leg, but was killed by the general.

The whole plan wasn't created by Carlos's head or a flash of inspiration, he thought he didn't have this ability either. As early as Alex Barov foresaw the problem of food shortage caused by the mobilization order for total war, the think tank serving the Barov family had begun to plan various possibilities. And pitting the Kingdom of Lordaeron is the most effective method.

Carlos's actions so far are nothing more than a certain pre-plan as the basis, and he has made a few changes in a flash.

The big operation involving millions of gold coins will not be able to come down after only a few months of personnel deployment, not to mention many matters concerning confidentiality and aftermath.

However, even so, the plan that has been going smoothly so far was approved by Mrs. Morgan’s messenger. He even made a bold statement. If he was allowed to operate it, Carlos couldn’t help but not put in 200,000 gold coins. Gotta make money.

Carlos wanted to kill someone, really, really want to.

Whether it is the archmage with Grandmaster prophecy under Mrs. Morgan or the messenger’s commercial talents and political sense, it is only from Carlos’s communication records and various clues that Alterac’s ultimate goal can be discovered. The event itself is very horrible.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to look at me like this. We use commercial means to achieve political goals. Our Morgan consortium is good at it. Similar actions, the successful cases alone are more than double digits. Mrs. Morgan's sincerity to your Majesty can be honored, so I coming."

The middle-aged man named Steve Watson kept a professional insurance clerk's smile, and finished the words that could decide his life or death.

"But what Mrs. Morgan wants is not proportional to what your consortium has given. There will be no pie in the sky, and I don't believe in love for no reason. No matter what you do, you are willing to commit crimes and steal, to explain your intentions."

Carlos frowned, groping his chin with his left hand, holding his right hand on the hilt, his expression uncertain.

"In the beginning, we agreed to your majesty’s loan request because of the traditional friendship between Mrs. Morgan and the Barov family. To put it bluntly, one million gold coins seem to be a huge asset. In fact, there is not much gold for these gold coins, even It’s not enough to fill this room. For the Morgan Consortium, if it were not for fear of causing dissatisfaction among nations, we could even buy a kingdom with gold coins, such as Gilneas, Lordaeron, or Alterac."

Steve Watson said terrible words in a pleasant tone.

"I understand the basic currency knowledge, and I believe in your financial resources, but what you want to get, tell me, this is very important, and decide whether you can get out of this room alive."

Carlos hesitated a little, and was even shaken as to whether to listen to Steve Watson to continue.

"Like Bertone and Barov, Mrs. Morgan's family is also a decent noble from the era of the Arathor Empire. Your Majesty, your ancestors guarded Guy Daron for Emperor Thoradin, Menethil just Qualified as a high-ranking citizen. Therefore, Mrs. Morgan's closeness to Her Majesty comes from a bloodline that lasts for thousands of years. I believe the Grand Duke Alex has also said to her Majesty that Mrs. Morgan can be trusted."

Steve Watson dragged his chair to a place seven steps away from Rikaros, and then sat down steadily.

"Answer my question, what do you want?"

Carlos felt very subtle, and his instinct told him that he could no longer listen. It was the right thing to kill or drive away the man in front of him, but the Eight Trigrams from a thousand years ago and the freshness of the secrets drove him to continue listening.

"What I want delicately is your majesty's friendship, true friendship."

Steve Watson's answer made Carlos very dissatisfied.

"If so, you have already got it, and the delicate conversation can be over."

Carlos's expression cooled down.

"Please don't be angry, and let me finish my last words."

Steve Watson looked as usual in front of Carlos' murderousness.

"Say."

"I am Mrs. Morgan’s messenger and a professional manager who can help your Majesty achieve his goals. However, I am just a dog of Madam. I will try my best to do what Madam wants me to do. As for Madam’s idea, it is not what I need. I know. I came to see your Majesty this time, just to honor Mrs. Morgan’s sincerity to your Majesty. The sincerity of being able to see, hear, and touch with your hands. Mrs. Morgan believes that one million gold coins are not enough to express your majesty’s value. This is an insult, so Madam decided to help your majesty fulfill your wish."

"You give too much and ask for too little, I am afraid."

Carlos was tempted, but reason persuaded him to refuse.

"You are misunderstood, Your Majesty. The Morgan Consortium’s beliefs are fair trade, and we will naturally expect to gain as much as we pay. But Madam thinks that Your Majesty is worth our investment. You can’t move your Majesty to say these empty estimates. Let’s put it this way, Your Majesty will Let me take care of this matter. After it’s done, you go to Morgan Outpost to meet with your wife, and let the big shots talk about the big shots in person. How about it. Anyway, you won’t suffer anyway, and it doesn’t matter if you go back."

Carlos's heartbeat started to speed up, but his head started to hurt.

"By the way, for such a big matter, a letter of introduction and a coat of arms alone are not enough to prove my identity. It is normal for your Majesty to have doubts. Then..."

Steve Watson stood up, walked to the door, lifted the suitcase beside the door, returned to Carlos, opened it and reversed it, presenting the contents in front of Carlos.

"This is the industrial sovereignty book of Lordaeron worth six million gold coins. Your Majesty can use it to verify the authenticity."

Carlos's heart is really moved, this kind of thing is true!

"These things are used as collateral. I personally think that I should be able to prove my identity. Then, let professional people do the professional things. Mrs. Morgan's only wish is to have an interview with your Majesty."

"last question."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"For such a big thing, why didn't Mrs. Morgan make an interview with me before deciding? I don't believe that there is not even a mage around Madam that can be pinpointed."

Steve Watson faded his professional smile for the first time, showing a look of pride.

"Because this trouble is a big trouble for Your Majesty, and it's not worth mentioning for Madam."

As soon as the words were finished, Steve Watson immediately put on a humble expression.

"Similarly, Madam’s trouble prevents Madam from coming."

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