When she opened the door, the thin Jalia stood outside. Just from this poor weight that could blow down by a breeze, she knew how much suffering she had experienced this year...

"Please help me." Jalia raised her head and looked at Angma with a pitiful gaze. She held her cloak tightly and shivered in the cold wind.

These days, Angma has been ordering Olosalia to take care of Princess Lordaeron's diet and daily life. There is no way. Except for those female refugees, I could not find a third woman in Ambermill.

The princess was wearing an Olosalia's spare robe. The female blood elves were originally slimmer than female humans. Olosalia was also very thin in the blood elves, but her clothes still looked a little generous when worn by Jalia.

Before Angma could speak, Galia flashed into the room, sat next to the dining table, staring at the swaying candlelight without saying a word.

In a trance, Angma seemed to see a shadow flashing in the darkness. He casts spells and explores quietly, and found no less than ten stalkers in the ruins, all of which seemed to be the "little tail" behind Jalia.

"That's interesting..." Angma took the door as if nothing had happened, sat on the table and looked down at Galia, "Your Highness, you don't sleep so late, what are you doing here?"

She has recovered from the blow of the death of the maid who had lost herself for a year, but she still looks a little shocked. The terrible experience of this year may have left her with unhealthy psychological trauma.

Jalia curled her legs onto the chair, held her knees with her hands, shook her head and said, "Please don't send me back. You don't understand what my identity means. There are too many people who hope to use me to control this land..."

Angma sneered, thinking that it was another power struggle drama.

Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed, at least the wealthy Hillsbrad Hills are still under control. Many people are coveting the legal right to rule the land.

Compared with the vast Lordaeron, the Hillsbrad Hills is indeed a little smaller, but its area is comparable to the four kingdoms of Stormgard, Gilness, Ultraman and Kurtiras, not to mention that the land here is fertile and the coastal commerce is extremely developed.

King Terenas died and Prince Arthas fell. The only legal ruler of this land was Princess Galia who had inheritance.

The most important thing is that there is no power behind her, and the remaining power of the Terenas royal family is no longer, and the difficulty of controlling her is almost negligible. For some ambitious nobles, if they show their "loyalty" side and control them through marriage, they may not be able to seize the power of Lordaeron's rule in a clever way, or even lead him into a puppet, and then become the controller of the legal principles of the vast northern countries.

This is not pale. Even if the undead are still rampant on this land, it does not hinder some people from taking any measures to realize their ambitions.

This is too normal.

The return of Jalia Minaihill is a god-given opportunity they have longed for.

"Is there no trustworthy family? The Minaihill family ruled Lordaeron for more than a thousand years. If I don't believe you, you have not cultivated any confidants."

Angma walked to the burning fireplace, took off the small pot on it, found another cup, put some herbs to calm the mind, brewed a full cup of calm the mind, and handed it to Jaliya.

Jalia held the water cup, and her fair face became more haggard by the faint steaming heat. She shook her head in pain: "Confidants? What capital do I have to talk about these things? When my father was alive, they were loyal loyalists. After his father died, no one knew whether they would change. Perhaps there were still people who were trustworthy, but I was alone, and there was no room for maneuver and no capital for making mistakes. Once I made wrong attempts and contacts, I would push myself to a dead end... In such a period, no matter how careful I was, can you understand?"

She raised her head and looked at Angma with pleading eyes, "If it were you, you wouldn't want to become someone else's puppet in the rest of your life and live a miserable life that you can't help but live?"

Looking at Princess Jalia, who was once high and now had no choice but had to grab the last life-saving straw beside her, Angma found that she was not stupid.

On the contrary, it can be said that she can see clearly, but she is a little too careful. How could she not find a loyal and righteous man in such a big Lordaeron? It is not enough to describe her caution when walking on thin ice - but Angma can understand this. In the nearly one year of life in desperate situations, she was not full or warm in food, and she had to worry about being discovered by the dead at all times. Any movement would be as frightened as a frightened bird...

Such a terrible experience is enough to change a person, let alone a woman who is powerless but is a popular woman in the minds of all ambitious people?

Angma asked while fumbled into paper and pen in her arms, "So how do you want me to help you? Should I send you to a safe place and make a comeback to live a peaceful and peaceful life, or...

The paper and pen were pushed in front of Jalia.

"Will you help you get your legal inheritance right? If you choose the second one, you can write down those trustworthy names and I will send someone to contact you."

After saying that, Angma sat on the table again, tapping the table from time to time, making a "click" sound.

Jalia looked at the high-end quills filled with ink and the flawless precious straw pulp paper in front of her, and was a little confused for a moment. The "click" sound fell into her ears, like a death-seeking clock, and every move was like a rumble drum that could shake her eardrums.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, picked up the quill and wrote. The round jade arms like lotus roots were exposed from her sleeves, and the scars on it were shocking. This year of life-and-death death...

She was really not doing well.

Angma sat on the table and could see Jalia's beautifully curved white neck, with several terrifying scars on it. Just this inadvertent glance, it is not difficult to imagine how many terrifying scars there are in her skin hidden under the cover of her clothes.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed underestimated this woman and ignored the most important point in his evaluation of her-

She is a princess who is spoiled since childhood and has lived in despair for so long, and her tenacity...

I'm afraid it's far beyond my imagination.

"Your Highness Princess, aren't you afraid that I am using you too? In terms of ambition, I may be more terrifying than the nobles you mentioned." Angma said calmly.

With a "bang", the tip of the pen broke, leaving a large piece of ink mark on the straw pulp paper.

"I have no choice." There was an indescribable firmness in Jalia's gentle voice.

After saying that, she straightened the quill that was difficult to continue using with her fingers. She didn't care that the ink had stained her green onion fingers and continued to write.

The handwriting is still beautiful.

"Princess Galia, we have a common goal and enemy, and the Blood Elves will help you."

Angma got up and came to the door, and the energy of the Sun Well in her body slowly gathered.

Just as the two were talking, there were no less than fifty uninvited guests gathered outside.

“We have guests here.”

Thanks to Bai Niaofei for his reward~ Everyone’s votes for Crab Crab, collection... Anyway, thank you for everything! The update speed is a bit slow these days (voiceover: Hello, hey, it’s so slow, okay?), the author Ji is working hard to write, and he will definitely start the plot as soon as possible!
Chapter completed!