Moaila Bronzebeard feels like she's going crazy.

She didn't know why this thought was circling in her mind after the Princess Fenna from Kurtiras visited her.

She even suspected that she had been cursed.

But she became a Holy Light Priest in the Orc War and repeatedly checked with the power of the Holy Light, and she was not affected by her mind.

But the idea was so strong that after Princess Finna left, she sneaked out of the palace and ran to the Explorer Hall.

But when she was actually standing behind Black Shaw, the Bronzebeard Princess suddenly realized something.

She seemed a little too reckless.

Her understanding of the person in front of her was limited to those who did not know the truth, the matter about Dalaran, the matter about Kurtiras, and some rumor inside the Church of Holy Light...

According to the pirate in front of him, he had a close relationship with Pope Falusia, and some people claimed that he was a "true prophet."

This method had appeared a long time ago, and it coincided with the story told by Princess Finna, the elf attendant, just now.

Even the brave and independent Princess Finna herself, her ability to reach this point is inseparable from Black Shaw's encouragement.

This made Princess Moela wonder if there was any intimate relationship between Finna and Black.

She's going to be confused.

I feel that I am stupid, maybe it is better to turn around and leave without notice.

I am the Bronzebeard Queen!

If someone finds that his behavior is inappropriate, it will definitely become a shameful event that affects the reputation of the Bronzebeard family. So, the dwarf princess in a cloak quietly turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly heard the sound behind her.

This made Moaila's entire body stiff.

It's like being discovered by someone doing something stupid, both embarrassing and ashamed.

Even at her age, it would be enough to be a mother to the human in front of her, after all, it is the seed of immortality.

"I have no questions to ask you."

Moaila was alert, and she was looking at Black, who was looking at the Vicu sword on the exhibition stand with her back:

"I just came to thank you for giving me this gift and ask why."

As she spoke, she took out the crown of the Ring of Flame that had just been given to Princess Finna.

To be honest, this crown is forged very well in line with the aesthetics of the dwarf, which makes the Bronzebeard Queen fall in love with it at first sight.

The most important thing is that even though it has been wrapped around the burning flames, the fingers are not hot when touched, and it feels warm.

As a dwarf royal bloodline who is good at forging, the princess easily distinguished that this crown is not just an ornament, it is also a very powerful magic item.

After learning from Princess Finna that the crown was given by the pirate in front of her, Moella really wanted to thank her in person.

Moreover, as a very smart woman, combined with Black's bad reputation in the human world, she could easily infer that the purpose of pirates giving gifts is probably not simple.

"I know you just had some secret talks with my father. If you plan to use this gift to ask me to help persuade my father, then I can't accept this gift."

Moaila raised the ring of flames in her hand with some regret, she:

"I cannot participate in the politics of the Bronzebeard Kingdom."

"Why can't it?"

Black continued to admire the various exquisite collections in the exhibition cabinet of the Explorer Hall, and the Kilrog's eye on his shoulder floated up and floated before Moella's Bronzebeard.

It was like looking at the bronze bearded queen with her own eyes.

To be honest, although dwarf girls have never been in line with the aesthetics of humans or elves, Moèra's bronze beard looks completely annoying.

Of course, she has the big nose and high forehead that the dwarves are iconic and proud of, and the standard height of the dwarves. In addition, the dwarves do not regard slenderness as beauty, and they advocate solid and strong figures.

Well, solidity is not a bucket waist, it can be understood as "meat, but still has lines".

By this standard, Princess Moera is a real "dwarf beauty".

Most importantly, she has big eyes that are very bright and shiny by any race standard, and she also has golden ring earrings beside her ears.

The princess braided her long, bright chestnut red hair that she had as a bronze bearded royal family, and then tied them up on both sides of her head to form a unique hairstyle for dwarfs.

Some trendy dwarf girls will also use this hairstyle.

But this style of dressing up hair is suitable for these two short races, and women from other races can't control it. If Finna had such hair, it would make Black laugh out loud.

The pirates watched the bronze bearded princess who had first met, and he:

“Is His Majesty Magni not allowing you to get involved in politics, or do you hate that kind of exchange of interests?

Based on my understanding of the dwarves' inheritance method, if the Bronzebeard family had no next generation of royal members except you, then the position of the king would be destined to fall on you.

His Majesty Magni's wife, your mother has passed away many years ago, and the king has no intention of remarrying.

Your uncle, Prince Muladin, devoted his life to forging, wine and fighting, and in the future I have seen, he is proud of the defenders of the dwarves and the Bronzebeard clans, and will not have his own small family.

And your other uncle, Brian

It's better if he doesn't.

If you are the king who is destined in the future, why can't you participate in the politics of the kingdom in advance? My friend Kelthas Sun Chaser is a prince who is as noble as you and takes the initiative to inherit a country.

He fled the court because he hated political struggles. What about you?"

"I don't want to talk to you about this."

Black's problem seemed to touch on some psychological taboos of Moella Bronzebeard, and she took a few steps back vigilantly:

“Our relationship hasn’t been so good.”

"Give me some more time, generous Your Highness."

Black didn't care about the resistance of the Bronzebeard Princess, and he came again:

“I occasionally read humanities books of various races to pass the time.

My favorite is a series of papers on various ethnic customs by His Excellency Axenus, a famous royal historian in Ironforge and even the entire Eastern continent.

Her views are sharp and full of unique insights.

One of the studies on the status of women among the dwarf clans opened my horizons. The female historian from the Bronzebeard clan believed that in the paper, the highest female status among the Wildhammer Dwarfs.

The second is black iron.

Her hometown, Ironforge, is full of unreasonable machismos, and the status of female dwarves in the Bronzebeard clan is urgently needed to be improved.

What does Your Highness think of this view?"

"I am the second author of Axenus's paper"

Moaila Bronzebeard snorted, feeling that the human in front of her always had something in her words, and her dwarf temper made her dislike this way of hiding it.

So she asked directly:

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"Then I'm straight, I'm sorry, your Highness."

Black laughed, and he finally turned around, looked at the dwarf princess under his hood, and whispered:

"Have a father who prefers boys over girls, you have been living a bad life since childhood, right? Even if you have worked so hard, you still cannot make your father recognize your abilities.

The saddest thing is that he doesn't recognize you just because you are a girl.

It's not that you are not capable enough.

As far as I know, His Majesty Magni loves you very much, he always hopes that there will be a son who will rule the kingdom after him and is disappointed that you have failed to become his male heir.

Your relationship with your father is also bad, right?"

"Where did you know this?"

Moaila was shocked.

The princess said in an incredible tone:

"My father's idea didn't even go to my two uncles, he only discussed this with a few of his consultants. I overheard it in one accident.

Among his consultants, are you?

This is impossible!

Those consultants were old dwarves over two hundred years old. When they became king consultants, your grandfather had not been born yet!

Have you bribed them?"

"Perhaps with an explanation that is more acceptable."

Black spread his hands with a smile:

"I am a prophet, His Highness."

"All disguise and vigilance in front of me is meaningless. I know your troubles, I know your pain, I know why you come to see me.

As I just said, you need to ask me a question, and I will give you an answer.

As for why I want to give you this crown, don't think too much. I have a way to make your father accept my proposal. In fact, he has accepted it.
To be continued...