I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

The return trip was smooth, but slow.

Although the troops going out on this expedition were all wanderer rangers, these agile elven hunters moved very quickly in the forest.

But no matter how fast they are, they can never compare to the little red dragon flying into the sky and flapping its wings.

In addition, the little red dragon and the green shadow were willing to carry Zul'jin, and Alvin couldn't keep holding him, so he finally handed him over to the army, and then everyone returned with the main force.

Zul'jin was very honest, probably because his base was lost and he had been repeatedly defeated by Alvin and others, which dealt him great blows. He just slept in the prison van the whole time.

Although the journey was dull, it was not boring. Solanlian and Sylvanas were basically always talking nonsense, arguing with each other from comparing whose toys were better when they were children, to comparing whose grades were better when they were in school, to comparing whose contributions were greater after work.

There is nothing to compare with the above ones. Both of them are noble ladies from Silvermoon City, and they are basically the same.

The elven rangers traveling with them also had indifferent expressions on their faces. It seemed that this was not the first time they saw the two bickering, and they were probably used to it.

But the final topic involved Alvin.

Because the two of them started comparing boyfriends...

This round was undoubtedly a crushing one for Solanlian. As if in protest, Solanlian pulled Alvin close to her ear and rubbed his ears, teasing Alvin until he blushed.

Sylvanas's face turned red and white with embarrassment, and she finally gave in. She simply stayed away from him so that she wouldn't be bothered.

"Humph, fight me!"

Looking at the fleeing enemy, Solanlian made a face at Sylvanas's back like a chicken that had won a battle.

Alvin thought that the matter was over, but something unexpected happened.

Here's the thing.

By noon, as they were approaching the town of T'Quilin, Sylvanas ordered her troops to go to T'Quilin to rest and have lunch.

Eating lunch is a simple matter. Now is not a time of war, and the elves are also relaxed. After taking out their dry food, they gather in groups of three or four to chat and eat.

But Alvin and his men were not regular soldiers, and they did not carry any food with them. After taking a look at the elves' meals, which consisted of hard bread and dried meat, they really had no appetite.

Alvin took Green Shadow to the small river north of the town to catch some fish. After they came back and cleaned them, he borrowed a kitchen in the town and made a pot of delicious fish soup.

When the delicious smell from the fish pond wafted out, the elves became a little excited and gathered around. Seeing this, Alvin felt embarrassed to eat it all alone, so he decided to share a big pot of food.

Looking at the elves surrounding the pot in three layers, Alvin was very pleased even though he didn't eat much himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Irwin."

A crisp voice came from behind him, sounding a little familiar. Alvin turned around and saw that it was the youngest daughter of the Windrunner family, Vereesa.

This is a rare guest.

"You're welcome. It's a pity the pot is too small, otherwise everyone could have some fish soup."

"Um,"

Vereesa held a small silver lunch box in her hands and was slowly drinking the soup inside.

She looked back, as if looking for her sister, but she couldn't find her.

"My sister said that she wanted to apologize to you. What happened this morning was all a misunderstanding. She and Sister Solanlian always quarreled when they met. She didn't mean to go against you."

"It can be seen that the relationship between the two of them is really not very good."

“The fish soup is delicious.”

"Then drink more."

"Can I be your follower?"

"..."

Alvin was a little confused.

"What did you say?"

The silver-haired elf was a little shy, lowering his head and not daring to look at Alvin. His fair skin had turned red to the tips of his ears.

"I, I want to be your follower..."

The sound is very small, like a mosquito.

If Alvin hadn't improved his skills recently, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear it.

"What is a follower?"

It’s not that Alvin is confused, he really doesn’t know.

"That's right. I will follow you and obey your command, just like Sister Solanlian and Calpurnia."

"But they are not my followers, they are my fiancées!"

After Alvin finished speaking, he noticed that Vereesa lowered her head, her face turned even redder, and even her shoulders began to tremble.

Ah! Did I say something wrong?

"No, no, that's not what I meant. You don't have to marry me just because you follow me."

Alvin quickly made up for it,

"What I mean is that I don't have many followers. For example, Akali Tasha and Green Shadow are all my friends and partners, not my followers."

"Um......"

Vereesa nodded and let out a long breath, as if she had returned home and sat on the sofa after a hard day's work.

"We'll talk later!"

She skipped away and quickly disappeared into the crowd, then was pulled away by someone. Alvin couldn't see clearly, but it seemed to be Sylvanas.

"What are these two doing?"

Alvin whispered.

"I want to find an opportunity to get close to you,"

Solanlian's voice came. Solanlian recently had the feeling of a mature woman. She lifted her hair, and her every move was full of temptation.

"Humph, this Sylvanas took advantage of me being away for a while to try and steal my girl!"

"..."

Alvin shook his head.

"You're overthinking it. She just came over and said she wanted to be my follower. I don't even know what a follower is!"

"Followers are people who can choose the people they admire to follow. They are like a private army."

"what?"

This was the first time Alvin had heard of it.

"There are still private armies? Doesn't the country care about this?"

"Of course! The Starwish family, the Windrunner family, and your Lordaeron too. Technically speaking, the Knights of the Silver Hand are also the private armies of the Church of the Holy Light. Normally, everyone is busy with their own affairs, and when the country calls on them, they go to help the country. This is normal."

Solanlian paused, then continued, "But this Vereesa, the youngest daughter of the Windrunner family, could have been a lord herself, but she insisted on becoming your private soldier. I know Vereesa, she's not a scheming person. In my opinion, this must be Sylvanas's conspiracy!"

"I see! But I don't think I need any private soldiers. I can't afford to support so many people!"

"Although you don't have any private soldiers in name only, look at you. With Green Shadow and Alkaritasza, the three of you have already flattened Zul'Aman, who is entrenched in the south of Silvermoon City... The power of your private soldiers is too great... And your black dragon is not with you! In my opinion, although you don't have any private soldiers, your actual strength is already a force that cannot be underestimated in this world!"

Solanlian thought for a moment and then said, "Now that you still have a territory, recruiting personnel really needs to be put on the agenda."

"If I really get this many people, I'll have to pay them wages, but I'm broke as hell, what am I going to do?"

Alvin scratched his head, feeling a little distressed. Managing a territory?

This touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Solanlian puffed out her chest confidently.

If she were to wear glasses and a professional suit at this time, she would be a strong woman in the workplace.