Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 457 The Big Man on the Beach

After communicating with Finuba, Imrik stretched his waist, hating himself for not being able to sit still. He looked at the time and found that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

A rather embarrassing time, it seems a bit too early to stop working, but it seems too close to dinner time to do something.

"When did you become so lazy and want to rest?"

Sighing secretly that the peaceful life made him a little neglected, he took out the relevant information about the wood elves to read.

Choosing to go to Athel Loren is definitely not a way to greet these Aslais who have not been in touch for thousands of years. Finding out where Lilith is currently progressing is the key to the problem.

And she would definitely not refuse an important person who wanted to control, and went to the vicinity of Bretonnia. If she could brainwash herself and make a god-chosen to work for her life, she might wake up laughing from her dreams.

Time was slowly passing by, and the maid tapped on the wooden door of the study to remind her that it was time for dinner.

After eating the bland and tasteless food with Etila on a wooden table with a diameter of only half a meter, Imrik just wanted to complain, knowing that he only likes meat, but ended up serving a big Heap of fruits and vegetables.

Etila didn't have such a big appetite, so she could only enter her own stomach in the end.

Etila wiped off a little residue from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, watched her husband finish the last bowl of vegetable soup, raised his hand subconsciously, and knew the next move.

"do not move."

Turning over the clean side of the handkerchief, Etila raised her hand to wipe off a little soup from the corner of her husband's mouth,
"You really should get rid of the habits of the military camp. This is the palace, and you need to pay attention to etiquette."

"It's the same as if you didn't wipe your mouth with your hands." Although he was retorting, but seeing the expression of enjoyment on Imrik's face, he did not resist this behavior at all.

"Why don't you go out for a walk? It's a bit boring to stay here all day." As a man, he must never let a woman take the initiative to bring up the matter of walking. This is Imrik's perception after thinking about it all afternoon.

"Well~, where are you going?"

"Let's go to the port, I heard it's more lively at night."

After the two stood up, a servant quickly took away the little plate left.

A carriage has been drawn by a groom to the gate of the temple, but a horse moves faster than it.

The immaculate and strong body, the long mane, and the distinctive dragon-shaped ruby ​​pendant hanging on the neck, are obviously the Dragon Prince's steadfast mount, Mortelius.

The warhorse who had served for many years walked up to Imrik, stuck out his tongue and licked his pointed ears, then walked up to Etila, lowered his head and looked at his growing belly. His extraordinary wisdom made him understand that soon there will be A little master appeared.

Attila, whose head was sacrificed by Mortellius, kept reaching out to caress its graceful neck, "Don't make trouble, the two of us just go out for a walk, stay at home, and be obedient."

Seeing this situation, Imrik could only express that he saw the wrong horse, and he was actually closer to Etila. He shook his head and sighed, and ordered the groom next to him,

"Go get the side saddle, and take another horse by the way."

The groom quickly brought over the side saddles for ladies and the high-quality war horses raised in the stables, intending to put them on for Mortellius first.

But Etila had a little opinion, and looked at Imrik, "Why, do you think I forgot that I was a warrior when I became a wife, and I used such a sissy thing as a side saddle."

"My Princess Etila, you are wearing a long skirt now, and you are still pregnant. Do you know how worried I am just for you to ride Morterius?" Imric planned to persuade her earnestly.

It can be seen that Etila and Mortellius have the same disgusting eyes, so after changing the side saddle, he can only help Etila on, and then transfer to another horse.

Riding on horses, the two began to appreciate the scenery along the way. The sky that was about to enter the night became dark and unclear, and large groups of clouds and mist floated in the sky. On the reef, there was a clattering echo.

Looking at the bustling crowd not far away, the ships from the Old World and Ulthuan were still moored at the pier, and the sailors poured into the tavern, trying to find something to relieve the pressure of sailing at sea.

Some people feel that the room is stuffy, so they will set up a few tables in the open air, and ask the waiters next to them to bring up wine and food.The dock workers who had been busy all day also unloaded the burden on their shoulders and came to this place where they worked during the day to have a few drinks with their friends.

Many children took fishing rods, trying to provide some extra food for their families in this safe area close to the land.Some merchants who couldn't keep up with the commercial activities in the city chose to set up stalls on the spot and yell loudly to attract attention.

Etila saw all this in her eyes, stroked her stomach,

"This place is actually pretty good. As long as the lizard people don't come to cause trouble, the actual development speed is much faster than we expected before."

"That's not true. If I have a few more brats, I have to think about how to solve the problem of inheritance rights. At least there are many places, and I don't have to think about who should give the throne to. But if you are really capable, you should fight it yourself. A piece of land came out."

"It's enough trouble to give birth to one, but if you have to give birth to a few more, you really think I'm a rabbit."

"It's not that I can't afford it." Regarding whether the family can grow, Imrik thinks this is a serious issue, but after thinking about it, after all, having a child hurts the body, so he can only say to Etila,

"But in the end, it depends on your thoughts. Having more babies is quite troublesome. There are still two baby dragons to raise, which is really a headache."

Etila covered her mouth and chuckled. Of course, she was planning to have more children. After all, Tyrann Locke still needs a future successor, but now is not the time to talk about it.

His father was still in good health, and he had led the army to Naggaroth some time ago, intending to support this feat that had not been done in thousands of years.

After approaching the port, Imrik walked in with the two horses. The IQ of the elf horses did not need to be led at all, so it was safe and trouble-free.

Listening to the bragging of sailors from all over the world and looking at all kinds of newly unloaded goods, Etila's eyes were quickly attracted by a group of extraordinarily tall people.

"That's an ogre, isn't it? I don't remember signing a permit to let an ogre in."

"You didn't sign a permit to let ogres enter the country, but you didn't forbid these big men from serving as escorts for merchants to come to Lustria." Imrik immediately reminded, like a little follower reminding love The princess who forgets things.

Looking at the group of ogres lying on the ground, howling, Etila felt a little curious. When she learned about ogres in Ulthuan, she always had the inherent impression of cruelty, gluttony, and bloodthirsty. .

But the few years he stayed in Lustria made him change his attitude toward other races, and he turned to look at Imrik.

"Go up and see?"

(End of this chapter)