Chapter 649: precious gift

Chapter 649 Precious gift

When Charlemagne saw the surprised eyes of the three Windrunner sisters, he smiled gently and nodded to them. "This matter was proposed by His Majesty casually. I think it's about time, so I just agreed to him."

Azshara's eyes were meaningfully moving between the three Windrunner sisters and Tyrande, and a smile of interest appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Then how do you plan to hold the wedding, how many do you want to marry at a time?"

"Um…"

Charlemagne scratched his head, unable to understand what the Queen meant, "Of course there are three. I promised Aurelia and the others that I would give them a title as soon as possible. As for how to hold it...or just take office as the Regent Do you want to do it together at the ceremony?"

Without Charlemagne noticing, Tyrande had a complex look in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, after all, she hadn't been positively acknowledged by some bastard, but Queen Azshara noticed the Luna Priest's The eyes, the smile on the corner of the mouth gradually deepened.

The queen put down the empty teacup in her hand, and Vashj immediately filled her with warm water, and Azshara smiled and said, "Just in time, I have a gift to give to Quel'Thalas, which will be your appointment as regent and wedding ceremony." congratulations."

"Gift?"

Alleria, who was immersed in joy, suddenly came back to her senses, looked at Queen Azshara warily and said, "This is why you stayed in Quel'Thalas, what exactly is the gift the Queen is referring to? "

Azshara didn't care about Alleria's questioning tone, and nodded slightly to Vashj beside her. The sincere headmaid immediately took out a gorgeous vial in the style of the Highborne from her magic backpack.

Charlemagne and Tyrande felt the familiar aura emanating from the liquid in the bottle at the same time. They looked at Azshara in surprise and asked, "Could this bottle of water be..."

Azshara leaned gently on the back of the chair, nodded gracefully, and said with a decent smile on her face, "It's the well water from the Well of Eternity. When I heard from you that the Well of Eternity would explode, I deliberately Let Vashj fill a few bottles of water from the very center of the Well of Eternity."

"One of the bottles with the worst effect was presented to N'Zoth by Vashj as a token of honor. This bottle is regarded as my commendation for your excellent plan for the War of the Ancients, and to celebrate your becoming the regent of Quel'Thalas. A gift from Quel'Thalas."

"this…"

Charlemagne froze with his mouth wide open. Now that the Sunwell has been destroyed, this gift is extremely precious to the entire Quel'Thalas.

Now that the Well of Eternity has exploded, the new Well of Eternity secretly created by Illidan has also lost its magical effect with the destruction of Nordrassil, and the entire Azeroth has no water from the Well of Eternity... Originally This should be.

But Queen Azshara’s words obviously overturned the cognition of Charlemagne and others. Although the queen didn’t specifically mention how many bottles she let Vaschi fill, it seems that it might not be one or two bottles.

"Eh... I won't say anything polite, I would like to express my gratitude to Her Majesty the Queen on behalf of the Sun King and the whole of Quel'Thalas, but... you should have something to ask for?"

Charlemagne carefully took over the precious bottle of water from the Well of Eternity from Vaschi. With this bottle of well water, as long as Kalec's five scumbags repaired the magic hub of Quel'Danas, Charlemagne would be completely Can be relied upon to recreate a brand new sunwell.

But he didn't think that Her Majesty the Queen would give such a valuable item to Quel'Thalas for no reason, even if it was to commend his performance in the War of the Ancients...it was obviously too late, which made her move seem a little bit Deliberately.

Azshara stood up with a chuckle, walked up to Charlemagne with a pair of straight violet long legs, lifted Charlemagne's chin as before and said, "I want you."

"ha?!"

Seeing Charlemagne's panicked and bewildered expression, the queen let out a crisp laugh with wicked humor, but the faces of the three Windrunner sisters around her were completely darkened, and even Tyrande showed a hint of something on her face. Thinking and suddenly enlightened expression.

But the queen's next words seemed to overthrow their guess. Azshara gently stroked the delicately trimmed stubble on Charlemagne's chin with her slender fingers, and continued to explain with a small cherry mouth.

"I've said it before, I want you to be my direct minister, isn't it just right now?"

"I nominally lead the entire Ancient Oath, and you are about to become one of the most important countries of the Ancient Oath - Quel'Thalas' highest ruler. I hope that Quel'Thalas will have closer ties with Suramar in the future. "

Charlemagne broke free from the rose-like fragrance of Azshara, and with a calm expression on his face, he asked, "I don't understand what Her Majesty means, is it possible... you want to rebuild the ancient oath into a new dark night empire?"

"No, no, no, the Empire of the Night has passed away, and there is no need to rebuild it. I am not someone who clings to the past."

Azshara let go of Charlemagne's chin under the eyes of the three Alleria sisters, and sat back in her seat.

She folded a pair of flawless beautiful legs and said with great interest, "I have no intention of making Quel'Thalas surrender, just like the literal meaning, I hope to deepen the communication between Suramar and Quel'Thalas. "

"Not only as an ally country as before, but also as a sister country... If you can't accept this statement, brother countries are also fine."

Charlemagne waved his hand feebly, "The title is not important... It is easy to strengthen the connection, but... What is your real intention, Your Majesty the Queen?"

Azshara shrugged gracefully, "What is it? Maybe it's just a whim and I want to give you a hand? Or maybe I want to take the opportunity to annex Quel'Thalas? You might as well guess for yourself."

Charlemagne shook his head helplessly, "It's still as elusive as ever... I won't ask you if I can guess it." '

In the end, Azshara didn't say what she really thought. Vashj seemed to understand something, and there was a slight flicker in her originally calm eyes, but she didn't say much, and she served the queen as always, and sent her into the guest room rest.

"Why…"

Charlemagne scratched his head irritably, "Why are there so many things recently? I feel that if this continues, I will really go bald early in life."

Alleria gently put down Charlemagne's hand scratching his head, looked carefully at the top of his head and comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, your hair is still very thick, and there is no sign of going bald."

Cirvanas crossed his arms and complained, "With Alexstrasza's blessing, it would be a ghost if his hair fell out. Don't listen to him rambling and changing the subject."

Vereesa walked up to Charlemagne and asked with burning eyes, "Charlemagne, please recall carefully, did you really not tease Azshara during the War of the Ancients?"

Charlemagne raised his eyebrows, looked at the gossip eyes in the room, and sighed helplessly, "No, I swear by my integrity!"

Tyrande snorted coldly with contempt on his face, "Integrity? You still have that kind of thing? I still remember all the insults you made to me in the War of the Ancients!"

Valeira covered her mouth and burst out laughing, "Sister Tyrande, are you taking this opportunity to urge marriage?"

Charlemagne was a little embarrassed under the half-smile gaze of the three Windrunner sisters, and hurriedly followed up with Valeira's topic, "Valeira, what do you call her sister, she is old enough to be your grandma..."

"Shut up! Ghost!"

"boom!"

A soft sofa cushion was smashed into Charlemagne's face by an angry Tyrande at a speed that almost broke through the speed of sound.