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Chapter 323 My Love, Princess of Azeroth

"Ah! My love..."

Lorin seemed to be hooked; he was completely absorbed. He continued chanting...

"Holy crap, this guy's poetry isn't finished yet?"

"Don't you know modern poetry is all long and tedious? You'll get used to it. We see these freeloading bards all the time where I'm from. This one's actually passable... Some of them are complete rubbish, we just kick them out of the tavern..."

"When is dinner served? I still prefer watching women to listening to poetry... Which bastard nobleman likes to listen to this kind of stuff?"

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Perhaps because Rowling paused for too long, the preceding lines of poetry confused most people.

A few observant people were shocked after hearing this; they had heard the real thing...

Based on the poet's description, Barbaras was certain that he had indeed traveled to the continent of Kalimdor. He must have been to the Desolace, learned about the origins of the centaurs, and may even have visited Orgrimmar, the Horde's capital city.

Theramore Isle, Dustwallow Marsh, is another place where the Lordaeron survivors that Jaina took with her settled.

King Varian of Stormwind also disappeared on his way to Theramore.

Although this matter was not a secret, not all nobles were entitled to the specific details of the information. Most only knew that the young King Varian Wrynn had disappeared.

Stormwind was forced to appoint Regent Bolvar & Fordragon to assist the young, golden-haired prince Anduin & Wrynn in ascending to the throne.

Chaos ensued...

The poet seemed to be implying something, and the guests at the head of the table had different expressions, each with their own ulterior motives.

The audience was noisy. The mayor stood up, bowed, and raised his finger to signal for quiet... The poet's series of poems was not yet finished; it seemed there was a second half to the performance.

Seeing the mayor's action, someone in the audience immediately whispered a reminder to their companion:

"We'll eat later... the best stuff is yet to come. Be careful, the mayor might get angry, or we'll be sent to that island..."

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Barbaras and the foot man, deeply moved, he closed his eyes and swayed from side to side, seemingly immersed in his own world and unable to extricate himself.

"Ah, my love..."

"You have become darkness, devoid of blood and tears. Let the fires of hell scorch your soul, let the agonizing black flames become your power, let invisible chains bind your vengeful spirits. The Black Knight's sword cannot sever your vengeance, but I will pave a carpet of your blood for you... to welcome the Queen's footsteps..."

"Apollo..."

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Someone below couldn't help but ask, "What pineapple?"

"Ah, pineapple. They're talking about..."

"What does that have to do with what came before?"

"Poetry doesn't really matter; if you can't understand it, it's considered sophisticated..."

"Isn't that a lie?"

"If you're so capable, you go and do it... Let's see if the mayor will give you that chance!"

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Lorin continued, "Apollo, does your golden chariot carry the Moon Beauty... to complete your secret rendezvous? Do you know that darkness has spread throughout the world? Mortals yearn for sunlight."

"On that high mountaintop, souls cry out; within the solid ice, the crown forged in blood cannot fall peacefully..."

"Death's scepter is not in my hand. The hero's holy sword has severed the key..."

"The gates to the outer realms have opened. Flying cities hide demons... They are tempting you, my love. It is all an illusion..."

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Barbaras & the Footman got carried away. Suddenly, he jumped onto the commoners' table, stepping on their utensils, pointed casually, and shouted: "My love, you're here! This is humanity's paradise..."

Fine wine, grilled meat, mushrooms...

Jade-like skin, red lips, black hair...

I would pluck ears of wheat from the western wilderness and weave them into a wreath for you, take up the harvester's scythe, and steal the fishman's eyes, just to witness your beauty...

I would fetch a bucket of clear water from Lakeside Town for you, and personally wash away the dust from your body...

I wish I could fire a dwarven cannon straight into your heart.

I would carve the entire Black Stone Mountain for you, only to shape your form.

I would gladly plunge into the Elemental Dimension just to crown you with a crown of flames.

You are my princess...

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With a casual gesture, he pointed precisely to Countess Katarina, who was standing at the very front.

The countess was taken aback at first, then pondered Rolin's verses carefully, before smiling gently.

She seemed to think the other person was passionately professing their love for her, unaware that Rowling, already immersed in the role, was randomly pressing on his memories, impersonating a mad modern poet...

Prince Garin's eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage.

Seeing the bigwigs happy, the mayor breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Barbaras & the footman did have some talent; he really was a poet... at least the nobles present seemed to understand the rest of his poem...

Barbaras suddenly opened his eyes. "Gentlemen, this is my long poem, Princess of Azeroth, My Beloved... Part One! As for Part Two and Part Three, I look forward to reciting them for you at the next opportunity!"

Luo Lin circled his right hand again, bowed deeply, and then took his final bow.

The wailing and howling finally ended.

The mayor was the first to clap, followed by Countess Katarina clapping lightly. Master Yuvel coldly echoed her, and the other bigwigs seemed to dust themselves off in a symbolic gesture. Only Prince Garin, his face dark with rage, was about to erupt.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause...

They finally waited for the mealtime. In fact, while Rowling was reciting poetry, the servants were also quickly preparing the main dishes, hot dishes, and fine wine... As soon as Rowling finished his performance, the magic spotlight disappeared, and the candlesticks on all the tables in the entire hall were lit.

The aroma of roasting meat over a distant brazier, releasing its sizzling fat, wafted into the living room, whetting everyone's appetite...

When it was time for the performance, the mayor would begin by introducing the main course and greeting the VIPs.

Raise your glasses and cheer.

The lower-ranking nobles, on the other hand, were more at ease, eating and drinking to their hearts' content. Only their servants were constantly busy, seemingly without any excitement or delicacies in their eyes, only with labor.

The band played continuously, one song after another...

The feast had nothing to do with the staff; they were just doing their jobs... Rolin was originally a staff member, but he was an extra. He was asked to leave the table and seated in a side seat near the main guest. Barbaras & the foot man were also considered VIPs.

With a sigh of relief, Rowling got away with it...

He just improvised, casually putting on an act and spouting off...

The first part of the song "My Love, Princess of Azeroth" fooled everyone.

He thought it was just a prank, but to his surprise, all the VIPs on stage were quite interested in him. The most prominent of them all was the human Countess Katarina!

Of course, there's also Prince Garin, the representative of the Night Elf Wardens, Master Yuvel, Tyrande & Fordring, and some others whom Rolin doesn't recognize, clearly local leaders or nobles...

But to his surprise, the person sitting next to Roland was someone he never expected...

“Excellent! You are truly a great poet, Mr. Barbaras…”

As soon as he sat down, a gentleman greeted him, and Rowling could only bite the bullet and immediately greet him with a smile.

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