Bolvar was a man of great principle and determination. Yes, he was saddened by the corruption that was spreading among the nobility, but he was a knight serving the king first and a noble second.
He made the decision on the spot, gritting his teeth and saying, "As long as you have evidence, I will support you even if you have to wipe out all the nobles in Stormwind City."
Duke, on the other hand, became more relaxed: "No hurry! Compared to wiping out the domestic pests, don't you think Varian is the key?"
Bolvar's eyes suddenly lit up frighteningly. He pounced on Duke like a hungry tiger and grabbed Duke's arms tightly. "Do you know where His Majesty's soul is?!"
Varian's disappearance is the biggest stain and the deepest shame since Bolvar became the regent! From Varian's disappearance to his reappearance, he became an idiot. Bolvar was tortured by guilt all the time.
The previous king handed Varian over to Lothar, and then to him. He has always been strict with himself and abided by the duties of the regent. Unexpectedly, this happened. If it weren't for supporting the country, Bolvar would have committed suicide long ago.
Now Duke suddenly mentioned the news about Varian, how can Bolvar not be excited! ?
"It was a coincidence that when I returned through the long river of time, I saw some fragments of Varian's future. Then, I happened to return in Teldrassil, the new capital of the elves, not far from that place. I confirmed Varian's safety as quickly as possible. He had lost his memory, but his physical condition was good."
"Wait! What you confirmed is not His Majesty's soul..." Bolvar was shocked: "Then is the His Majesty beside us a fake!?"
"No! He is real too. Varian was unlucky, struck by some evil magic, and split in two. He is the cowardly, lazy man in the hall. He is also the Varian on Kalimdor."
Bolvar opened his mouth wide, stunned by this strange news: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
After entering the room, Duke had already set up a magic barrier to prevent eavesdropping, but he still made a 'hush' gesture to silence everyone: "If I say even this, wouldn't the one lurking among the nobles wake up immediately and guess that I have seen through everything?"
"Who the hell is that guy!?" Bolvar gritted his teeth. A mysterious and powerful enemy had actually infiltrated right under his nose. It was definitely his dereliction of duty.
Duke patted Bolvar on the shoulder and said, "Brother, your acting is terrible. I can't tell you, but you can rest assured that you can leave that guy to me."
"I believe you! I'll leave the domestic affairs to you. I'll personally lead the troops to bring back the other Majesty!" At this moment, Bolvar was simply a fanatic who was superstitious about Duke to the point of madness, with stars in his eyes.
Duke also felt that he was too much of a charlatan, but with Nozdormu backing him up, no one could expose him. To be honest, he himself felt that this statement was a bit far-fetched, but Bolvar believed it 100%!
"Wait! Varian is not in danger. If you go to pick him up now, it will only ruin his training."
"You mean... experience?"
"Yes! Experience! Hellish experience, which is exactly what Varian lacks. Varian is not bad, but the so-called good is only based on the standard of a mediocre king. He is not a wise ruler, and he is not qualified to carry the banner of the Alliance. Anduin and I have always had high expectations for Varian because he has the talent."
"Talent...?"
Duke looked up at the ceiling, as if his gaze passed through the void and reached above the long river of history. There, the two ancestors, Llane and Anduin, were smiling at him.
"I have always believed that talent determines the height of a person's achievements. To reach this height, hard training is essential. Varian has the talent to become the leader of the Alliance, but his teenage years were too smooth."
"It went too smoothly..." Bolvar looked a little confused.
"Think about it. The current Warchief of the Horde, Thrall, has a noble birth, but he spent his entire childhood and adolescence as a slave gladiator in the arena, facing life-and-death battles almost every day. On the other hand, he has a true understanding of human life, society, and culture, and has insights and wisdom far beyond the level of orcs. Moreover, the former Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim, has been secretly teaching him and imparting the spirit of the Horde to him. Therefore, we have the wise and outstanding WarWarchief Thrall today."
Bolvar was silent.
Duke was right. Compared to Thrall, who had gone through hardships, Varian had a smooth life before the age of 20. King Llane had not been assassinated at that time. Although he had suffered the pain of national destruction, Duke supported him in domestic affairs, Anduin led the way in foreign affairs, and Llane protected and taught him.
Varian, who has never truly experienced life and death, is only slightly better than a flower in a greenhouse.
As a loyal minister, Bolvar was more eager than anyone else to see his lord's growth and transformation.
"Okay, Duke, you've convinced me. But I have to make sure His Majesty is safe first."
"Sure, but I won't allow you to go over there, not even the Royal Knights."
"Why?" Bolvar roared.
"Please, that's not a place for paladins. The holy light on you is brighter than a beacon in the dark night. Even if you send ordinary knights there, those guys who are full of justice and loyalty will easily see the world as only black and white and mess things up directly."
Bolvar understood what Duke meant. "Okay! I'll send SI:7 and an elite ranger squadron over there."
Duke nodded in satisfaction.
Coming out of the secret room, Duke got into his private carriage. Two important ministers, Reginald and Edwin, as well as two maids, Vanessa and Solarian, were already waiting there.
As the Grand Duke, the necessary pomp and circumstance is still required. The carriage is very large, each side is large enough for one person to lie comfortably, and it is also equipped with a large amount of protective magic and anti-eavesdropping magic.
Edwin VanCleef, who was sitting opposite, was the first to bow his head and admit his fault: "I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't even know that there were powerful enemies infiltrating the kingdom. It's my fault!"
"Haha! Do you know who she is now?"
"She?" Edwin immediately realized, although he was not absolutely sure: "Master, are you talking about Countess Anrestor?"
Duke gave a mysterious smile: "Edwin, do you remember Lord Prestor?"
Inside the carriage, the other four people's faces all froze at the same time. Lord Prestor, this name was not unfamiliar at all. Even Solarian who was far away in Quel'Thalas had heard of it. The fallen ancient guardian Neltharion, once pretended to be a human lord to infiltrate the Alliance, and almost married Princess Calia and was crowned the King of Alterac.