CHAPTER 717: FREUD

Duke is not bragging, he was really familiar with Sylvanas.

From the first year of the Dark Gate, when the Windrunner elder and second sisters supported Southshore, to the time when the Windrunner family was abducted to Elwynn Forest, and then to the five years when Karazhan was blown up in the fifth year of the Dark Gate, Duke had seen her at least eight hundred times.

Except in the later period, when he often had sex with Alleria and Vereesa, and she seemed to hate him, they met less and less. As far as I can remember, whenever they met, as long as Duke was in the house, Sylvanas never walked through the front door.

Every time, he just relied on his super-high agility that is unimaginable for humans to climb in through the window.

What is a notification?

Can the bulletin be eaten?

Obviously, Vanessa was also surprised, and you could tell from the tone of her voice.

Because Silvermoon City was destroyed and filled with plague and death, except for the rescue team, the Alliance army had to board the ship again on the Isle of Quel’Danath, pass the original Windrunner Tower in the southwest of Eversong Woods, and take the southern mountain road directly to the Eastern Plaguelands.

Only a few logistics troops and Duke and other high-ranking officials were arranged outside the northwest gate of Silvermoon City. Duke also lived in a villa that originally belonged to the Silvermoon Council.

"Please ask her to come in."

Not long after Duke gave the order, he heard the "knock knock" sound of ranger boots coming from the corridor outside.

Duke was a little stunned, and then he was shocked when he saw Sylvanas.

Damn it.

What’s going on tonight?

Why are you suddenly wearing formal party attire?

Wasn’t that the sound of boots just now?

Windrunners love nature and pursue high agility. If they didn’t have magic armor that could give their bodies various abilities to enhance speed and agility, they might rather go to the battlefield in a bikini.

According to them, this way you can feel the flow of the wind better.

So seeing the sexy and delicate collarbones, the Windrunner cleavage, and the flexible and elastic waists was both a benefit to Duke and almost became a stereotype in his impression of the four Windrunner sisters.

Duke was not used to seeing Sylvanas suddenly wearing formal clothes.

It’s still amazing though!

The black fishtail dress with a large backless design and a white short top was both dignified and sexy. She seemed to have washed her hair specially for meeting Duke and had her blonde hair neatly tied up.

The only thing that makes Duke a little annoyed is that ladies usually wear low-cut dresses with a jewel necklace or something in order to prevent their chests from looking too empty. What’s the point of you, Sylvanas, wearing a Dark Portal Warrior badge as a necklace?

After Vanessa opened the door for her, Sylvanas seemed a little embarrassed. She stood at the door, dignified and impeccable in manners, but her hands were placed neatly on her lower abdomen, and the fingers of her left and right hands were secretly pinching each other.

Duke gave a slightly awkward smile, "I heard that time means nothing to the high elves. If you could treat my room as your own home like you did ten years ago, maybe you and I would feel more comfortable."

"Then... should I go back and change my clothes now?"

There was a word "embarrassment" written all over Duke’s face.

Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that Sylvanas’s IQ seems to have decreased?

Duke looked up at the gradually darkening night outside the window and said, "It’s getting late. Come in first. If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Sylvanas walked in with the small steps that only ladies can take.

It has to be said that in the past ten years, the high heels "invented" by Duke have become popular throughout the Eastern Kingdoms continent, earning a lot of private money from ladies. This trend has not yet flowed into the closed Quel’Thalas. It should be said that high heels are a rare successful case of human cultural invasion.

At this moment, Duke looked at Sylvanas wearing ranger boots and an evening dress, and always felt that it was a bit out of place.

"What’s wrong with me?" The female ranger seemed to be unusually sensitive.

Taking her complicated emotions into consideration, Duke snapped his fingers and said, "Vanessa, pick a pair from box number seven."

Not long after, the maid who had become a royal sister gracefully presented a pair of black high-heeled shoes inlaid with sparkling glass ornaments.

Sylvanas blushed.

Because she only wanted to come back to fight, she didn’t even bring a pair of shoes for the party. As soon as she returned to the forest, she started preparing for battle. As a result, when she wanted to wear a formal dress, she couldn’t find suitable shoes even though Lirath had helped her borrow this evening dress.

She knew at first glance that this pair of shoes was absolutely right for her.

She was a little angry again. It was obviously supposed to be a gift for her sister, as the three sisters had the same size feet.

Vanessa explained calmly, "Because I didn’t know when the two mistresses would return, I brought a lot of the mistresses’ things with me when I rushed to meet the master. But since you are sisters, I don’t think you will mind."

Sylvanas glared with her almond-shaped eyes and wanted to say "I mind", but she felt powerless.

She wanted to change it herself, as it was indeed impolite to wear an evening gown with long boots, but she gave up immediately. The evening gowns of women in this era, whether they were elves or humans, had a characteristic: the waist was extremely narrow.

In order to highlight the slender waist of a woman, when it is tightened, it is definitely enough to displace a woman’s internal organs. Her waist is already thin, and without Lirath’ help, she can’t even bend down by herself.

She could only smile bitterly and let Vanessa help her change into her high heels.

Vanessa left, and only Duke was left in the room, along with the double cup of hot tea that Vanessa had just served.

She took a sip and calmed down. Unfortunately, she was confused and didn’t know where to start. As if her brain had a seizure, she suddenly said, "The high elves seem to want to make me the queen."

She regretted the words almost as soon as they left her mouth.

Oh my god! What am I talking about? Am I showing off?

Duke smiled and said, "Ah! The elves are very lively. I can hear it from halfway across the ruins of the city."

"I...I..." After taking a deep breath, Sylvanas finally said loudly: "Don’t you have any ideas about this?"

She herself didn’t know why, but she seemed to care a lot about Duke’s opinion.

Duke smiled calmly and replied without any malice: "Uh, do you want me to congratulate you? Well, congratulations, your enthusiasm and loyalty to the kingdom have finally been recognized by everyone."

The calmer Duke was, the more Sylvanas felt like she couldn’t control her emotions.

She didn’t know what to say, so she suddenly asked, "Do you really know how to predict the future? I remember clearly that you accidentally called me ’Sylvanas’ more than once before!"

"Huh?" Duke was confused this time.