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In the morning at Dalaran, the towering mage towers, interwoven with gold and red, shimmered under the sunlight.

“Your Highness, it’s time to get up. You have an appointment at 10 o’clock.”

The speaker was a charming and beautiful high elf maid, who was now carefully crouching in front of the bed, softly speaking to the sleeping figure on the bed.

“Hmm, is it already bright?”

The young man stretched lazily, revealing his slender and muscular upper body. He had flowing golden hair, emerald eyes, and a handsome face. The maid blushed and hurriedly draped a coat over him.

Kael'thas had been studying in Dalaran for more than thirty years. Just five years ago, he was promoted to a Seventh Circle Archmage and became a member of the Council of Six.

This could be regarded as a small victory in the political game for Quel'Thalas.

The properly dressed Prince sat at the table eating breakfast, listlessly flipping through the Dalaran Magic Monthly brought back by his attendants.

“Orvidius, Mana Storm improved the drawback of excessive mana consumption in the Water Conjuration spell?

What a publicity stunt! There is still room for improvement in the meager mana consumption of the Water Conjuration spell? Since when could a humble gnome publish a paper?”

Kael'thas elegantly sipped the Dragonscale Angel Caviar just teleported from Northrend, frowning slightly and harshly commenting on the content of the newspaper.

“And this, Councilor Anasterian Runeweaver and Lady Ileana of Alterac are happily married. Am I reading a tabloid issued by a third-rate matchmaking company?”

The Prince sighed melancholically. The content of the newspaper was simply disappointing.

For a scholar with a strong thirst for knowledge, there is nothing worse than an academic journal publishing gossip.

“Sorlanian, I want to discuss something with you.”

Kael'thas gave the female elf across the long table a flattering smile. It was hard to imagine that a prince of a country would be so approachable at this moment.

“Your Highness, this is the 34th time.”

The Grand Astromancer was over 600 years old this year, in the prime of her elven years. Her wine-red hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a charming face showed a helpless expression. She elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth and took out a yellowed newspaper from her spatial backpack.

“Ah, I smell the fragrance of knowledge.”

Kael'thas made an exaggerated expression of enjoyment, eagerly opening the newspaper and flipping through it.

“Master A'Lye's wisdom is wider than the Endless Ocean. Look at his paper published half a year ago, ‘The Possibility of Expanding the Core of Arcane Constructs,’ truly a genius-like idea…”

Kael'thas carefully read the old newspaper while quickly shoveling breakfast into his mouth, completely different from the elegant and reserved Prince just now.

“Postpartum Care of Sows, such a simple and unadorned discussion and realistic style. Sometimes I can’t believe that this excellent quality can appear in my compatriots.

I have to say that Master A'Lye's talent and charm have broken through the barriers of race. If I were a girl, I would definitely pursue him madly.”

Kael'thas closed his eyes slightly, took a long, enjoyable breath, and slowly exhaled:

“Such a person, I regret not being able to meet him. It is truly a great regret in life.”

“Sorlanian, do you have this month’s Silvermoon Magic Report?”

Kael'thas suddenly turned around and asked with a look of anticipation.

“Your Highness, this is the 18th time you have asked this month. Mr. A'Lye has gone to Kalimdor for a tour. I don’t think there will be any academic achievements about him in a short time.”

Sorlanian stood up as if nothing had happened, her graceful figure particularly alluring. She stretched lazily and continued:

“Your Highness, the Council of Six will hold its annual meeting at Violet Citadel at ten o’clock. Please be prepared.”

“Okay, damn politics. I really want to resign from this dogshit councilor position and follow Master A'Lye to study…”

Kael'thas pinched his brow in frustration.

“Please be careful with your words, Your Highness. This is not the remark a prince should make.”

Baron Annet San'greal, who had been silent all the time, said with a serious face. Three years ago, he resigned from the Silvermoon Council and was arranged by the Sun King to be by the Prince's side.

“I understand, I understand, truly boring politics.”

“Your Highness, you must understand that as the crown prince of a country…”

“Enough, Baron San'greal, stop your useless preaching. I know better than you how to be a prince.”

Kael'thas rebuked impatiently.

“Please forgive me, I have overstepped.”

San'greal wiped the cold sweat from his head and said humbly.

… …

Violet Citadel, the annual Dalaran Council of Six was held here.

Time passed slowly, Kael'thas sat upright, his face serious, showing no joy or anger, just like he said, he hated politics, but he knew how to do what a crown prince should do.

In this human magical kingdom, he represented the face of Quel'Thalas and maintained the interests of the high elves.

… …

“Then the eighth item, regarding the issue of Jin Ke La and Bloodpetal Flowers being widely sold in the Dalaran city recently.”

Kael'thas looked at his nose with his eyes, and at his heart with his nose. Although he was a member of the Council of Six, he did not have any substantial power. The general xenophobia of humans led to him being just a clay bodhisattva, with only face but no substance.

Antonidas, who was over 50 years old, had long, light golden hair. He was sitting at the head of the table wearing a snow-white mage robe.

“A group of adventurers claiming to be from another continent have come to Dalaran. They brought a brand new species and potion…”

Antonidas glanced at the crowd, his eyes lingering on the Prince who was bowing his head in contemplation for a while, before continuing:

“This creature is called Bloodpetal Flower, a creature similar to plants and elemental bodies. It has strong reproductive ability and is extremely aggressive. It is unintelligent and cannot be tamed.

But it has a strange function. After my experiment, Bloodpetal Flower can release a gas under photosynthesis. This gas can accelerate the meditation quality of spellcasters. According to my speculation, under the nourishment of this gas, the meditation speed will increase by 2-3 times…”

Before Antonidas could finish speaking, the atmosphere in the room became heated. Except for the Prince, the other four whispered to each other, looking excited.

“Silence!”

Antonidas patted the table. Only when the room returned to silence did he continue:

“There is also a potion. The name of the potion is Jin Ke La. This potion can effectively promote the release of that gas by the Bloodpetal Flower and make it very docile. After my experiment, this potion… is non-toxic, harmless, and has no side effects.”

The room became noisy again. Even the silent Prince showed a surprised expression. He understood what this potion represented. Perhaps the combination of these two things would create an era, an era that would allow the scarce mage profession to explode.

Antonidas rarely maintained order. He just quietly observed the expressions of everyone.

Anasterian Runeweaver, who was ecstatic, and Kalecgos, who showed the same expression, Modera, who looked worried, Kael'thas, who was shocked, and Krasus, who was calm.

The various expressions in the room were reflected in the eyes of the Speaker, and he sighed silently.

The strange atmosphere in the room slowly calmed down as time passed. Antonidas stood up and said in a deep voice:

“The source of this potion and creature has been verified. They come from a familiar master, his name is - A'Lye Salronas.”

The room was silent for a moment. Kael'thas was stunned at first, and then stared at Antonidas with a fanatical look.

“There is one more thing, I decided to initiate a vote.”

Antonidas looked around at everyone and said softly:

“Destroy all Bloodpetal Flowers and Jin Ke La, and arrest those adventurers!”

PS: All the characters appearing in the book are not fabricated, and all have traces to follow. The author has consulted a lot of information to find all the suspected members of the Dalaran Council of Six decades ago. Note that it is suspected. Although it can be found in the chronicles, there is no evidence to prove that they are, readers, please vote for the author's rigorous and pragmatic approach~