"But I can't avoid it!" Arthas clenched his fist hard: "That guy Eichinas claimed to be the Regent, but he asked me to make a decision at the critical moment. I didn't know many things at all. When I knew, I had to choose one of the two bad decisions. I wouldn't understand. In essence, what is the difference between me and you, the commander, when making a choice?"

The surroundings suddenly became silent.

Although this side hall is empty, no one knows if anyone next door will eavesdrop.

No, it should be said that Duke is sure that someone is eavesdropping, and there is no need for a system prompt. He has heard the heavy breathing sound. Duke doesn't know who it is, Duke only knows that he should be careful.

Duke held his cheeks and said, "Is it okay to ask you a somewhat cruel continuity question?"

"You ask." Arthas made a gesture of asking.

"You were wandering on the sea with a boat of refugees, and you couldn't expect rescue at all. Suddenly, one-third of the people were infected with the plague. What should you do?"

"I..." Arthas looked painful on his face: "I will let that third of the people jump into the sea."

Isolate and then let the infected person die on their own is the most common way to deal with plague in this era.

Duke refused to comment: "What if you find that the remaining half of the people are actually infected with the plague?"

"Let them jump into the sea, too." Arthas's voice became quieter.

"After a while, you will find that there are still one-half of the remaining people..."

"Enough! You are asking about my conscience and soul!" Arthas's eyes were red and he slapped his face.

"No, I haven't tortured your conscience and soul." Duke looked at Arthas coldly: "I'm just telling you, don't use your shallow common sense to judge every problem, and then badly push yourself into a dead end of dilemma. The biggest difference between you and the commander is the comprehensiveness of the problem!"

"comprehensive!?"

"Yes! I just asked you what to do? I didn't force you to deal with it according to the rules of this era."

Arthas was stunned: "What should I do?"

Duke's voice was sharp:

"Have you learned common sense in medicine?"

"You have asked if there are doctors in the refugees?"

"Is there a pastor?"

"Have you confirmed the type of plague?"

“Is there hope for healing?”

Five "Is there any" in a row, knocking Arthas so dizzy, he defended: "But I don't understand those common sense at all..."

"That's why I asked you to seek whether there are doctors among the refugees? As the commander, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, so you can leave it to the expert. You must appoint a guy who seems to be the consultant for you. If you don't know how to choose, just let the person in that aspect choose one. If you can't judge, then leave it to the expert to judge for you."

Arthas was first shocked, but after the shock, it was a kind of admiration from the heart. It turned out that the deputy commander of the famous alliance and the tribe had succeeded for a reason.

Is this the difference between yourself and the top commander?

Yes! After receiving the alarm from the deputy commander, since the regent is incompetent, I should shoulder this responsibility and arrange things as much as possible instead of doing nothing. Only when the situation deteriorates will I make a painful choice.

Arthas bowed deeply and bowed to Duke.

"I've been taught. My Excellency Marcus, I have only one last question."

"You ask."

Arthas solemnly asked: "If at the end of the day, I have no one to rely on and no common sense in this regard, I have to make my own choice?"

"Avoiding the worst is also increasing your choice. The lack of a better choice itself proves that your vision is too narrow. If your wisdom and insight are not enough to create better choices for you, then you choose the choice you most deserve. If you really try your best, you will always feel better in your heart, at least you can comfort yourself."

"Please comfort myself..." Arthas was a little stunned, dizzy, as if sleepwalking to thank Duke again, and then left.

Duke saw Arthas, who was supposed to be the Lich King in history, leave like this, and Duke sighed. He was also quite a pity for Arthas' depravity in history. This cannot be blamed for the Arthas in history. This is the conspiracy of the most proficient in human nature and being the most despicable and shameless demon.

Duke didn't know whether he could reverse the "future" of Arthas's fall. Maybe he would change the fate of the tragedy of death like Ryan, Van Cliff, and Lilas. Maybe he couldn't, but at least he worked hard.

"Instead of regretting nothing, why not regret it after doing it?" Duke seemed to mock himself.

"Yes! Well said!" A crisp female voice suddenly came into Duke's ears, and Duke could instinctively feel that the voice sounded a little familiar.

The next second, he discovered who the voice was the master, Princess Caria Minaishire.

Duke was stunned.

"Your Highness the Princess..."

The girl in a pure white floor-drawn low-cut dress stood alone at the door of the side hall.

Looking at the girl as if she wanted to suppress her excitement, crossing her hands and fingers and standing in front of her chest, Duke suddenly felt a [pure] feeling.

He didn't know if there was a slight sigh in his breath.

Obviously, all the noise at this moment disappeared because of the girl's concentration.

Any other element will be reduced to impure things. The two pure, focused, and even a little fanatical divine lights in the girl's eyes are overwhelming.

Love that almost turned into substance, like a prayer that penetrated the soul, Duke almost instantly felt the admiration that came from the girl's eyes.

Princess Carlia... is crazy about me?

I have to say that Princess Caria is indeed a stunning beauty. Her exposed skin is crystal clear and her body is as slender as if it is broken at a touch, and her whole body exudes a kind of disgusting beauty.

The problem is, Duke has never had any idea about Princess Carlia!

In Duke's eyes, Lordaeron's royal family was a pit. He had no intention of being close to Lordaeron's royal family. When he met Princess Carlia's eyes, Duke was stunned.

The breathing was getting worse, and the girl was obviously very nervous. She seemed to have forgotten what she should say.

The princess's voice was full of tremolo, and she was a little incoherent: "That day, thank you for your rose...I, but I...what I am most moved was that when Lordaeron was about to be destroyed, you saved the whole city and me."

"Uh, this is what I deserve."

"I...I...I...can I...may I...make me your follower?"

"Ha!?" Duke was stunned again! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!