Diago felt that his materialist worldview had finally collapsed completely. Although what he saw and heard after traveling to Azeroth had had some impact on his inherent thoughts, it only caused some cracks, and it was not yet enough to completely destroy it. It has to be said that the shocking scene in front of him had an impact on his worldview. His mind was blank, unable to think at all, and unable to dominate his consciousness! At that moment, he had only one thought in his heart: go to materialism, go to faith in nothingness, but die like a lamp, and this great hero is worthy of the title of saint! If anyone dares to question this, Diago would spit on him without hesitation, and I can't even do if the king of heaven comes!

But for everyone else, including Masley, it was completely a surprise. To be precise, joy was greater than surprise. More than one person was excited and kneeled on the ground. Many people were filled with tears and some people burst into tears. Many devout believers immediately jumped into the cold lake water to cleanse their bodies so that they could deserve their redemption of their hearts.

The people who should have dispersed after the funeral, whether they were nobles or citizens, whether they were merchants or craftsmen, all went to the square in front of the Cathedral of Light. No one could stay at home at this time. The streets of all sizes were crowded with people, and groups of people walked towards the church, hoping to hear the archbishop's explanation of this miracle. Although they had already determined what the facts should look like in their hearts, they actually wanted to be more certain of their thoughts.

Finally, the Archbishop, bishop and the cathedral pastor appeared at the gate of the Cathedral of Holy Light. They stood in front of the steps and explained the most authoritative explanation to the citizens again and again. More than one clergy became hoarse and his throat was swollen because of too much talk. But they still explained to everyone excitedly without a stop, because for them, this miracle was rare. Some people may not be able to see it once in their lives. They felt glorious for being able to participate. This is the pride and pride that a devout believer of Holy Light should have.

They announced to everyone that the Cathedral of Light confirmed the identity of Reginad Windersol as a saint. The darling of the Holy Light returned to the embrace of the Holy Light after doing everything he should do in the mortal world. When people heard the news, their hearts were filled with joy, and the citizens began to disperse, because everyone wanted to express their inner joy, and shouting was forbidden near the Cathedral of Holy Light. From noon, the celebration parade was itself

The launch began, and the guards of the entire Stormwind City were busy maintaining order. The streets were crowded with water, and joyful singing and shouts resounded through every corner. People no longer felt sad about the passing of a hero, but began to rejoice at the birth of a saint. More than one person suggested that a new statue of Windsor was built opposite the statue of Alonso Fauer in the middle of the square to commemorate the new saint.

"Alonsus Fao also has the same noble reputation and has made great contributions to Stormwind, but he is a foreigner after all, and was born in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. How could he be compared with Reginad Windersol, who was born in Stormwind?"

"Yes, Windersol is a native of Stormwind, but he is famous throughout the human world because of his loyalty and sacrifice."

"Windersol is destined to be the guardian saint of Stormwind City, so isn't it right to have his icon in this city?"

People talked about it, and many immediately put the idea into action. The whole day the church received donations were crowded with people. There were countless items to be contributed to the establishment of the icon of Windsor. People could see devout farmers contributed their farmland and pastures: grains, lambs, hens, skewers of dried worms or baskets of nuts, merchants and craftsmen contributed cloth, wine, utensils and fur, and nobles donated many gold coins, jewelry and valuable art and antiques.

In every street and alley of Stormwind City, devout believers singing chants and chanting prayers gathered everywhere. Not only that, until the evening, people who witnessed this miracle from afar were still coming here. The residents of Shenjin Town, the closest to Stormwind City, were the first to arrive at Stormwind City, and people kept pouring into the city from the gates at almost every moment.

People sing and dance, and their happiness grows every moment. They hold banquets at home or in hotels. Lanterns and torches are everywhere on the streets. The whole city is filled with joy and joy.

But at this time, there was still a person in the city thinking depressedly, thinking about what the king said to him during the day.

It was when the funeral was over and everyone was still looking at the sky, and the king walked towards the two of them. No one noticed all this, because everyone was shocked by the miracle. But the little king didn't look surprised, because in his heart, he had firmly believed that Windersol was a saint incarnation and his guardian angel.

"Can you two heroes accompany me?" he walked up and asked gently.

"As you wish, your Majesty." Diago came back from a trance and bent down to salute.

They walked towards a place far away from the lake. After this great change, the little king looked much more mature. The expression of a person who was not of this age was now appearing on his face, making him look less simple, but more majestic.

They soon came to the chapel and talked for a while in a small room inside.

"You came back with Marshal Windsor, so do you know that he has news about my father?" asked the little king. To be honest, everything that happened before was not as important as the orphan's news about his father.

Diago looked at him sadly, and he felt that the softest part of his heart was hit suddenly. Although he knew that Varian Wrien would return in another year, he still wanted to give the poor orphan some confidence in advance.

"Yes, the marshal has learned some good news. He has talked to me before," Diago made a memory look, but in fact, he was looking for this history from the memories before traveling through time, because even Marshal Windsor did not know the whereabouts of the king. The night elves beside him were a little surprised, with a look of "Why don't I know?", but Diago and the king ignored him.

"According to the information we arrived at the Black Rock Abyss, His Majesty Varian was attacked on the way to Theramore. He was attacked and cursed, but His Majesty escaped very wisely. The information of the Black Dragons also explained this point. They did not catch him. Marshal and I believe that His Majesty is still in Kalimdo at this moment. He is fighting bravely there, unremittingly looking for opportunities to lift the curse."

"Really?" Anduin Wrien said excitedly, his face full of joy, the only good news about his father in the past year.

"It's true, Your Majesty, you should believe Marshal Wendsol, who is as loyal and reliable as a saint." Diago confirmed again. In fact, Wendsol did not say that before his death. This is the memory of Diago's traveling through time. The Marshal knew no more about this than him.

"He was a saint!" the little king corrected his resentment, but he immediately became excited by the news that Diago brought. "It's so good, I really want to see my father soon!" The king said excitedly. He couldn't wait to run out of the room and share his joy with everyone he saw, but Diago stopped him from doing so.

"Your Majesty, you must be calm. We cannot reveal this secret, because we don't know how many spies like the Countess lurk in Stormwind." Diago persuaded, and he saw the little king gradually calm down. "We cannot add more difficulties to Your Majesty's return."

"I think you are right." Anduin nodded, and he raised his head strongly and looked at Diago, "Thank you, I will repay you!"

He nodded, and after Diago and Masley bent down to salute, he walked out of the room and turned away under Boval's escort.

Diago had a little longing for the king's last words, and was it money or something else? Although the marshal had told him some secular habits and customs of Stormwind City along the way, he rarely mentioned the royal family. Therefore, as an otaku in his previous life, Diago had no idea of ​​the "repayment" promised by the king.

However, this doubt opened the answer in the evening. A king's messenger came to the Golden Rose Hotel and read the king's will to Diago.

In the will, Anduin Wrien planned to enthrone the two nobles, hoping that they would be prepared for the title.

I have to say that Diago was completely stunned by this news. What rhythm is this? Is it really not necessary to organize inspections, mass investigations, or the procedures for talking to the leader? Oh, the leader's conversations are there, and today the church is all in the church. Until the messenger left, Diago did not recover.

However, Masley Bear Skin immediately declined the reward to the messenger. As the goddess Elune walking on the ground, in the eyes of the night elves, the worldly wealth was just like a passing cloud for him. This shocked the messenger and kept looking at him back and forth with a fool's eyes. This might be the first person he had ever met since he took this position to dare to do this?

That night, Diago couldn't sleep for a long time. The status of a noble never meant power to him. It represented more responsibility, just like Anduin Lothar, Danas Torbain, Tyrio Fording. All of these noble lords charged forward and retreated behind. Under their example, in the two orc wars, the death rate of the Stormwind City nobles who served in military positions exceeded 40%, twice that of ordinary soldiers. On the list of deaths, there was a duke (Anduin Lothar), four counts, sixteen viscounts, and more than two hundred noble sons. Many noble families have since been separated①.

He longs to be one of these great men, because it represents glory and responsibility. In this longing and expectation, he did not fall asleep until the early morning.

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Note ①: Excerpted from "The Fierce Cost - Stormwind City and the Orcs War".
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