Warhammer Divine Throne

Chapter 1286: Chapter 551: Reflections

On the other side, Laine was speaking in fluent High Elf Language with the King of the Forest, Olein. The crowd couldn’t quite understand, but seeing Olein’s expression, it seemed that the conversation was quite pleasant. The nearby Wild Cavalry and Thorn Sisters faintly heard Laine mention some phrases, such as ”Gold mountains and silver mountains can’t compare to green water and green mountains,” ”sustainable development,” ”defeat all Beastmen,” and ”destroy Mogul, tree spirit adds two attacks,” which made Olein nod repeatedly.

”Trovik, seeing your appearance, I can tell this war has been quite tough,” the Jialan Witch Veronica had also arrived at the front line. She held Yundi’s Staff, somewhat playfully observing the female sorcerer’s pale face and unsteady steps: ”Looks like you’re out of Mana again?”

”The war was unexpectedly harsh; we fought against the Chaos Demon Army, and that two-headed monster bird was too powerful.” Teresa recalled the scene, feeling a bit of lingering fear: ”Laine, Lord Kaled, and Her Highness Mogiana together weren’t a match for that Chaos Great Demon; I didn’t dare go near and could only watch from afar.”

”Isn’t that obvious? Did you think the Chaos Great Demon was something trivial?” Veronica’s radiant face carried a strong sense of sarcasm, but she also had a hint of fear: ”Damn, running into a Chaos Great Demon while attacking Musillon, if I’d known, I definitely wouldn’t have waited at the Wizard Tower.”

”It was winter before, in that damp and cold Musillon environment, how many spells could you cast?” Teresa disdainfully glanced at the posturing Veronica.

The witch apprentices behind them adversarially followed their respective mentors, clearly divided.

But even so, they still exchanged information.

Teresa learned that Lady Surya’s belly had gradually grown, the territory was temporarily peaceful, and Laine’s brother Angerong was not engaged in farming, focusing on patrolling to protect his yet-to-be-born nephew.

Outside the passage of the Lake Fairy Tower hung an entire tree of Skaven Ratman Assassins, all were killed with a single blow, proving ”Skaven Ratmen truly exist.”

Meanwhile, Veronica learned that Laine had already obtained the Duchy of Musillon; he had the legal claim to this ducal title, only awaiting the Knight King’s official appointment letter.

”Really? He’s already a Duke now?” Veronica tucked her black-brown shoulder-length hair behind her ear, somewhat wistfully said: ”Can you imagine? Laine was just a common Ranger Knight a few decades ago.”

”Indeed, time flies,” Teresa agreed, nodding: ”It’s been nine years since setting off from Nord to chase Belte with Laine.”

The two witches’ conversation caught others’ attention; the Duke of Winford, Francois, and Duke Bohemond of Bastogne joined the discussion. Francois, as Laine’s father-in-law, had many encounters with the two witches and was familiar with them.

”Lady Veronica was Laine’s earliest adventuring companion, right?” Francois smiled warmly: ”To have formed such profound friendships and relationships with a man before he succeeded, Lady Veronica indeed has a keen eye!”

”Hello, Mr. Francois, Lord Bohemond.” Veronica and Teresa’s conversation was interrupted, and seeing it was Francois and Bohemond, both witches respectfully greeted them.

”A man like Laine could be considered the finest quality,” Bohemond said gruffly: ”This old guy is openly praising you, secretly complimenting himself. Now, who in the entire kingdom doesn’t know Laine is this old fellow’s son-in-law? Everyone says Francois chose a good husband for Surya!”

”Real quality men need to be reserved in advance; when I let Laine and Surya get together, he was nothing more than a Baron.” Francois smugly stroked his beard, indeed his proudest endeavor in recent years; now his daughter is a Duchess and could potentially be the future Queen: ”Lady Veronica, too, when you met Laine, he was just a Little Knight.”

”Yes.” Veronica nodded, somewhat wistfully: ”Back then, both he and I were poor; when I chose him as a partner, all the official witches of the same term laughed at me for being foolish. I picked a twenty-something young warrior over those thirty or forty-year-old Lords or Kingdom Knights, Mercenary Leaders. He couldn’t assist me on the Path of Aurora or provide financial aid. They laughed at me for wasting my youth, the only notable thing was his Godfather was Griffin Duke Ivan, but Ivan had many godsons, and Laine was just an insignificant one.”

”Hahaha~ maybe that’s a common problem among wizards,” Francois nodding repeatedly, laughed continuously at himself.

Casters, because of their profession and esteemed yet cautious status, are destined to be pragmatic and focus on immediate benefits. When choosing a partner, they often consider two things: first, whether the other party can assist them on the Path of Aurora, and second, whether the other party’s social status and wealth can improve their quality of life.

At that time, Laine met neither of those conditions; he only had potential at best.