Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 472 The Shadow of the Dragon Prince
The black shadow bowed in the courtyard and slowly explained what happened in the military factory yesterday, with a hoarse and deep tone that made it difficult to tell the age,

"Juan agrees to Elvis' invitation to be the Ordnance Officer of the Giant Viper."

Imrik, who was the one who was reported, said he knew that Juan's news was intentionally revealed to Elvis, the slippery boy. Otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone to know about the secrecy of this Priest of Vaal, who was dubbed a lunatic.

But looking at the figure in front of him who is still bowing, with a black cloth covering his face and a soft silver armor covering his body, he couldn't help but say,

"Phyllis, I just sent you to learn how to collect intelligence and concealment skills from the King of Shadows, and how to behave like a mouse in Nagarys. This is very displeasing to Caledo, and I am very unhappy."

The black figure who was pierced by a word had difficulty maintaining his stern figure, so he could only pull off the black mask to reveal an unusually delicate pretty face, with a few disobedient silver hair scattered on his forehead.

With a small nose and thin lips, and clear red eyes, she looks like a young girl, but a tear mole at the corner of her eye adds a little charm to this girl.

Phyllis explained that her tone became extremely normal this time, and her voice was as crisp and clear as a nightingale's cry.
"Ahem, Your Highness, I tried to carry out the task normally before, but the target of the task thought that I was your maid, and they didn't believe that there was a clearing agency at all. In order to ensure the execution, I had no choice but to learn from the people of Nagareth. style."

After finishing speaking, there was tenderness in her eyes. As a noble woman loyal to the dragon tamer family, she has been serving Imrik since she can remember.

The operation to save Minasnir that year resulted in the death of a large number of Imrik's noble servants, and only a few survived.

But why, I just stayed in Nagareth for a few years, and when I returned to Caledor, I heard that Imrik and Attila were married.

I agreed that I only like giant dragons, but why did I marry an elf? The point is, I haven't even held hands with him yet!

No, it seems to have been, but it was when he was 12 years old, he was only eight years old...

But as a straight man, Imrik didn't even think about it, thinking that Felice's eyes were complaining that he didn't clearly divide her responsibilities, and said by the way,
"Our way of doing things is to come to the door when we see who is unhappy, and to call if we are not satisfied."

He raised his head and recalled, "I still remember 160 years ago, when two brats from Itain dared to spread remarks that slandered Caledor, you took a group of us and rushed directly to the manor, even People and guards beat them together."

After being told this, Phyllis twitched a bit, looking a little embarrassed,
"It was ignorant at the time, and in the end we had to trouble the prince to resolve the dispute for us."

But Imrik just snorted, "Come on, the old man beat up even their patriarch afterwards, saying that Prince Caledoron came to the door, and he dared to let the guards stop him. In the eyes."

"However, the beating was really comfortable. I like the way these Lothern people look dissatisfied but dare not speak. I still remember the look in the tavern owner's eyes. It's really embarrassing."

As he spoke, Imrik took a sip from his wine glass and let out a sip.

Seeing this situation, Phyllis's heart has been petrified. According to the relevant information she collected during this period, if a man is not shy about what seems to be a heroic deed, but in reality it is just a scandal of a hooligan. Treat you like a brother.

After all, which prince would talk about rushing to the door and beating people like a hooligan, especially someone like Imrik who cares about image.

it's over...

An invisible teardrop appeared on Felice's cheek. My Dragon Prince has changed. He is no longer the cold and arrogant before, but has become a greasy image like his parents.

woohoo~
However, the appearance of a person interrupted Felice's inner theater.

Carrying a bag of things, Creon walked firmly into the pavilion. He looked curiously at the appearance of the two young men. One was laughing, and the other was whispering inaudiblely with a sullen face.

"Phyllis, why don't you stay here when you are free? I change shifts at night. Do you want a drink?"

But these words made Phyllis even more desperate. It turns out that in Uncle Creon's opinion, he is already someone who can drink with him, and I am only two hundred... No, I am only 150 years old.

Barely making a smiling face, Phyllis agreed,

"No, Uncle Creon, I still have tasks tonight."

Just when Creon was about to say forget it, Imrik stopped laughing while recalling, and asked doubtfully, "I remember you should have time at night, right?"

"Work overtime, work overtime."

Not only a good buddy, but also a good employee.Imrik praised this kind of person who voluntarily worked overtime in his heart, and turned to Creon,

"how is the situation?"

Knowing that he was reporting the situation, Creon didn't have the same smile as before, and said in a serious voice,
"Orthea's recruiting work went smoothly. In three days, 620 people were recruited, most of them were Mrs. Kisly aged between [-] and [-], and some people from the empire."

"The giant viper promises a high reward, and there are some implied hidden benefits."

"However, I don't want to understand. How can they have the money to maintain such a high military expenditure when domestic families are prohibited from giving funds."

Imrik pointed at the table and explained to the chief guard, "The Snake God Prophet, Elvis has found a big backer, not to mention the 600 people, even if it is multiplied by ten times, it is still a small number for the Prophet."

"Signing them to stop the recruitment work, if too many young adults are recruited from Qingyan Port, it will affect the social economy."

Creon nodded to show that he understood that he had actually helped the daughter of the former chief Agathel a lot, otherwise it would have taken a lot of time just for government approval.

Although the prince prevents the families from giving too much support, the hidden influence cannot be eliminated.Old Harandur even made a trip to Val Anvil himself, intending to exploit some loopholes in the giant Viper's poor army reserve.

Phyllis, who was originally depressed, also came back to her senses when she heard this, with a look of sadness in her eyes,
"I think they need a little extra support, these young people are important pillars of the future kingdom, there can be no mistakes."

Obviously, she was thinking of what happened to her companions more than ten years ago. The noble group of hundreds of people centered on Imrik had become a few sporadic people. This scene must not be allowed to happen again.

Imrik didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he thought he was throwing them to hell for trial, although the origin was a bit of Bartor's way of trial.

But the situation is completely different. The number of elves is just this, and the number of dragon princes is even rarer. Because of the succession and territorial issues of Lord Barto, the Holy Grail Trial is the result of the integration of theocracy and politics, but Caledon does not need this.

"Don't worry, I've already found a nanny for them. What they lack is not strength, but experience."

Hearing Imrik's explanation, the two were relieved a lot. Now that the business is over, they have to talk about other things.

Phyllis turned her smart eyes and asked,
"I heard that there is a good tavern in the city, do you want to try it?"

Being a man of integrity, Creon wanted to say no, but Imrik had already swallowed.

It shouldn't matter if you drink a little, because of Etila's pregnancy, drinks like spirits are almost extinct in the court.

And this is a good brother who grew up with him, so there is no reason to refuse this kind of invitation.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask,

"Several?"

Phyllis, who knew the code well, knew that this was asking how many people there were, and said in a low voice,
"two."

These words made Imric's head stick out a little more, and asked again,

"Several?"

"Eight." This is asking what time it will start.

"Hidden?" Imrik demanded cover.

"Row."

Phyllis folded her hands on her abdomen, pretending to be a lady, "Move?"

Imrik, who received a satisfactory answer, leaned back in his chair, "Do it."

Only Creon, who didn't understand the situation, looked confused, and could only say that these young people really knew how to play.

(End of this chapter)