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Sharlayan has already learned from the barrage that Kael'thas in the original history had a bleak ending.

Some people said that he took refuge in the devil and that he deserved such a tragic ending.

Some people also said that everything they did was for their own clansmen, but the means were inappropriate.

The comments on Kael'thas were mixed, and the barrage even showed signs of arguing.

Sharlayan will not criticize Kael'thas today with things that have not yet happened, that is obviously unfair to him.

An hour later, Aethas knocked on the door, conveying Kael'thas' invitation.

The prince wanted Sharlayan and Valeera to have dinner with him.

This private dinner is not like those banquets that are only held for communication, and the meal process is very quiet.

Sharlayan had been educated in the noble manners of the Deep Shadow family when he was a child. Although he himself disapproved of these red tapes, it was still inevitable to use them on certain occasions.

"Ding~"

During the meal, Valeera's knife and fork would occasionally make a crisp sound when they touched the bottom of the plate, while Kael'thas and Sharlayan were silent throughout the meal, controlling the force of cutting food just right.

Kael'thas has long been used to it, Sharlayan is not as skilled as Kael'thas, but he can avoid making noises through his strong control over his muscles.

This dinner, which should have been a great honor, looked like a public execution to Valeera.

Kael'thas and the male and female servants around her didn't show any abnormal emotions towards her rudeness, but Sharlayan's playful eyes would glance over from time to time, making Valeera, who was born as a commoner, blush with shame.

Theoretically, the Sangunar family is also a famous family in Quel'Thalas.

But the branch Valeera belongs to has little connection with Sangunar's family, and she has never accepted the relevant table manners.

After finally waiting for the dinner to end, Kael'thas brought the two of them into the study with a smile on his face, never mentioning the little episode before.

Sharlayan was not so calm. Before entering the door, he was hit by a black elbow on the waist by someone.

"I already know what my father means."

After the three sat down, the smile on Kael'thas' handsome face became serious.

"Due to the limitation of the length of the letter, my father asked me to ask you about the details of the Battle of Quel'Thalas."

"How did the orcs and the trolls break? What happened to the decline of the four nobles and the newborn Silvermoon Council?"

Sharlayan scratched his head: "This... it's a long story."

...

This secret conversation with Kael'thas continued until midnight.

Knowing the many things that happened in the open and in the dark during the Battle of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas never let go of his delicate golden eyebrows.

"Hey~"

After a long silence, Kael'thas sighed with a complicated expression.

"Although I have known for a long time that the domestic situation is very complicated, I didn't expect it to be so bad."

"When a group of radical nobles are destroyed, another group of middle-level nobles will immediately replace them."

"The control of the Silver Moon Council is still in the hands of the traditional nobles. The meritorious nobles and ordinary people who are determined to reform cannot get enough right to speak. This is really..."

The current situation of Quel'Thalas seems to have given Kael'thas some associations. Looking at the gorgeous chandelier above his head, he said quietly with deep eyes: "Sure enough, as long as there are people, there will be struggles for power, no matter where they are. There are no exceptions anywhere."

Valeera raised her brows slightly, and turned her head to look at Sharlayan, who felt the same way.

"Your Highness, what do you mean..."

Kael'thas took a deep look at the two of them.

"I've heard Aethas say that you were attacked by a gangster hired by a woman in black?"

"Yes."

Kael'thas shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, this matter probably happened because of me. She should just want to test your strength."

Valeera and Sharlayan had already guessed this possibility, and their expressions were not so surprised. The calm performance of the two made Kael'thas a little puzzled.

"You guys already knew the identities of those attackers?"

Valeera nodded and shook her head again: "We only guessed her intentions, but we don't know the specific origin of that black-robed woman."

Sarlayan didn't like to make rounds: "Your Highness, whose subordinate is that woman? What's wrong with you and the people behind her?"

Kael'thas answered the wrong question and asked: "Let me ask you a question first, do you know the composition of high-level power in Dalaran?"

Valeera, who had been previewing for a long time, answered fluently: "Dalaran is ruled by the six-member council of the Kirin Tor. The speaker is Antonidas, and there are five archmage councilors who participate in decision-making."

Kael'thas smiled approvingly: "That's right, I'm one of the members...although it's just a name."

In addition to the speaker Antonidas, the five members of the Kirin Tor Council are Kael'thas, Krasus, Modera, Dryden, and Kel'Thuzad.

Among them, Kel'Thuzad and Drayden were in charge of commanding Dalaran's mage troops in this war, and they are now following the Alliance army to chase the Horde.

Speaker Antonidas not long ago took a group of engineering mages to Lordaeron to assist Terenas in rebuilding the capital.

In addition to Kael'thas, the nominal councilor, only Krasus and Modera currently sit in Violet Castle.

Krasus's identity as a red dragon has been exposed, and his position is a bit embarrassing at the moment when the red dragon is still assisting the tribe.

It was precisely because Krasus deliberately kept a low profile that his apprentice Ronin was blatantly besieged in front of Violet Castle.

Kael'thas analyzed it so thoroughly, no matter how stupid a person is, he should understand who is secretly targeting him.

"Modra?" Valeera asked puzzledly, "Why did she exclude His Highness?"

Kael'thas gave the answer with a wry smile: "Have you ever heard of humanists? Modera has this tendency. She is quite disgusted with all alien races except humans."

Sharlayan, who remained silent for the time being, learned part of the information about Modera through the explanation of the barrage.

Modera, the only female archmage in the Kirin Tor Council, was dubbed the Kirin Tor nail house by the barrage.

Since the first orc war, Azeroth has experienced countless major disasters, even Dalaran was destroyed once, and the Kirin Tor Council has been reorganized many times.

Only Modera remained steadfast, firmly occupying a member of parliament.

Kael'thas' accusations against Modera came as a surprise to most barrages, who had the impression that Modera didn't appear to be racist.

The melon buyer: "Don't jump to conclusions so early. The Modera we know has gone through countless vicissitudes and changes over the years, and her mentality has long been polished to an extremely mature state. Who knows what kind of virtue she was when she was young."

The ladies were so annoyed: "I seem to be a little impressed by what you said."

"As mentioned in the early official novels, after Kael'thas first contacted Vashj, Modera and Ansrem Ruinvivor did not hesitate to obey the orders of the commander-in-chief without even checking Just threw Kaizi into prison."

"Damn! I thought this old woman was a good person, but I didn't expect to be a fool who is good at speculation."

"Hehe~ No wonder she can always be a weakling in the Kirin Tor. She is really thick-skinned and ruthless enough to be an evergreen tree in the political arena."

"Thick black? Liu Bang and Zhu Yuanzhang praised you."

Turning his attention away from the barrage, Sharlayan asked Kael'thas straight to the point: "Your Highness, Modera's purpose is to drive you out of the Kirin Tor Council?"

Kael'thas nodded: "It should be, she probably didn't intend to do too much, but she often caused me a little trouble both openly and secretly."

"What about the other Kirin Tor senators? How do they feel about this?"

"Oh~"

Kael'thas shrugged with a half-smile: "Neutral, don't express any opinions, even Krasus, who is a member of the foreign race, has been silent on this."

"Crassus..."

Sharlayan's face changed: "Crassus's crotch is covered with yellow mud now, it's either shit or shit."

"Until Red Dragon gives up assisting the tribe, his position will continue to be so awkward."

"Ahem~"

Although Sharlayan's description was vulgar, it was surprisingly apt.

Kael'thas coughed twice with a strange expression, barely suppressing his smile.

Sharlayan ignored Kael'thas's change of expression, and continued to ask solemnly: "Your Highness, what do you think?"

"Your Majesty hopes to recall you to Quel'Thalas, but he is still hesitating. This order is not mandatory, it depends entirely on your own wishes."

"Hmm..." Kael'thas pondered for a while with his chin in his hand: "From the bottom of my heart, of course I want to go back to my hometown and contribute to my country, but..."

Kael'thas bit his lower lip unwillingly, adding a touch of bewitching to his already incomparably handsome appearance, which attracted a new round of crowing from the barrage.

"I don't want to just escape from Dalaran in such a disgruntled manner. Even if I really want to leave, I must let the racists headed by Modera know that I have returned to my hometown in a dignified manner, and I was not forced to leave by their sly methods. !"

Sharlayan nodded in agreement: "I agree, this matter has nothing to do with race, and we should not bow to such despicable methods and encourage the villain's arrogance."

"I have a plan. If it can be realized, I promise to win Krasus over and stand by your side, so that Modera, who thinks she is in power, will make a fool of herself!"