Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

After leaving the hotel, after washing away the tears shed in a dream in the middle of the night, Raskol walked across half of the city to the palace in the outskirts.

Looking at the light yellow flowers planted at both ends of the road, I feel worthy of Caledonian. Even the ornamental plants in the palace use Milan flowers, which symbolize honor and courage.

He greeted the guards, took out the documents Judith gave him, and stood there waiting for a while.

He saw many Mrs. Kisley staying in the palace, walking with brooms, or using incomprehensible maintenance equipment, looking at him with curiosity and surprise.

Apparently, the visit of a Mrs. Kisley made these servants a little surprised. As for why, Raskol vaguely got the answer yesterday.

After obtaining permission, he put dangerous items such as weapons in the safekeeping room. With his current status, he could no longer bring weapons to the prince.

Entering the palace under the guidance of the servants, although Lasker really wanted to ask the girl what she should pay attention to, he noticed the cautious posture that could be seen from the side, so he thought it was better.

After seeing a lot, I found that there is no sense of fear of the Dragon Prince. From a certain point of view, he is still a good elf, provided that he does not become his enemy.

Unexpectedly, Imrik didn't lean on a chair to drink, or was fully armed on the training ground. Instead, he was wearing a silk red and white robe behind a large wooden table, writing something.

The servant bowed, revealing his humility without any concealment,
"His Royal Highness, Lasker has brought it."

Imrik didn't raise his head, and continued to write the war report to be handed over to the Phoenix Royal Court.Although there is a lack of respect for the Phoenix Royal Court, the necessary process still needs to be completed, especially under the premise that Finubar also provides a lot of support for the expedition.

"Well, let's go down,"

Sensing that the retired non-commissioned officer didn't know what to do, Imrik raised his arm and pointed to the sofa next to him,

"Two ten minutes."

"I understand."

Concise but effective communication really continues the consistent style.Raskol walked by the sofa, poured himself a glass of special wine, and waited quietly.

Imrik, who was holding a quill, didn't feel any distress about such a lengthy report as he imagined. Although he always liked to laugh at himself as a reckless man, before he was a warrior, he was still a person with more than 200 years of successor experience. Files are also handy.

After roughly explaining the beneficial effects of this battle to the Phoenix Court, Imrik put down his quill.This joint operation is much smoother than before. Usuan has always been difficult to form a strong expeditionary force. One of the reasons is that he likes to blame each other. After mistakes, he is used to throwing the blame on the friendly army in order to gain influence.

However, some mistakes in the battle situation this time were all contracted by Caledo, and no clown dared to jump out and say that he was not capable.

Put the report in the file cabinet to be sent, and finally have time to look at the situation of the non-commissioned officer.

Compared to the young man I saw outside Kislev, the current Raskul is undoubtedly much more mature. Time has left traces on his face, and some wrinkles twisted around his eyes with his movements.

The same is true for strength, if he was a fairly good soldier in his previous evaluation, and now he can barely mix into a hero unit, at least it seems that he can win a few chaos cans.

"What subject are you going to major in?"

"Philosophy, economics, and military command courses." Laskell said the subjects he had thought about long ago. Philosophy is a personal interest, and economics is for development. As for military command, I hope that the knowledge learned in this course will never be used. used.

Imrik nodded subtly. He was afraid that the non-commissioned officer was just doing some useless subjects like art. Although philosophy is somewhat similar, as long as the thinking is not too deep, it is not a big problem.

"Because of your particularity, the dean thinks that you can choose a few more minor subjects. In general, the comprehensive college's main minor subject is swordsmanship, but I believe you definitely don't need this kind of knowledge anymore."

Raskol nodded. The real battlefield is much more useful than the teacher's teaching. It is still necessary to experience such things as fighting. After all, the target will not fight back.

"What do you think I need to learn?"

"Politics and management, although there will be no time to rest, but you must be used to it."

"I see." Lasker didn't refuse, or there was no possibility of refusing at all. He vaguely sensed something strange. After all, the experience along the way is indeed somewhat unique compared to other people.

But in any case, risks are always accompanied by benefits. He is not so naive as to think that elves are saviors. Everyone has their own goals.

"Very well, we will depart for Tal Khaled the day after tomorrow, and get ready."

After Raskol was taken away by his servants, Imrik stared at the sofa he had sat on for a long time.

I hope you won't let me down, many times it's not up to us to decide our own destiny, but when fate comes to us, I will accept it calmly, insult and get out, and then do what I want to do.

He casually looked around, especially the documents on the table, and found that the relevant handover work had indeed been dealt with, stretched himself, stood up, and walked towards the inner court.

The servants were carrying the belongings of the two royal family members, most of which were clothes. Although Etila was not a princess who was particularly good at dressing up, she would always buy a few pieces when she encountered clothes she liked.

Coupled with the annual costumes sent by the Tyrannok Palace and the tailors responsible for the royal dress, the palace needs a separate room to store these expensive clothes.

Compared with Imric's meager dozen or so robes, Etila is undoubtedly richer, but many knowledgeable people understand that even if these expensive clothes are tied together, they are not as good as Caledonian in the showroom. armor.

Etila was gesticulating with a long purple dress, and seemed to be hesitating whether to put it on. After seeing her husband coming, she sighed, put the long dress back on the hanger,
"I bought this dress half a year ago, and I can't wear it now. Should I blame you for causing me a lot of trouble?"

Obviously, because of the huge change in her figure, the current clothes of the wife need to be specially customized, otherwise it will not show a sense of coexistence of dignity and beauty.

Imrik walked behind his wife, hugged her with another hand, felt the rhythm of the unborn child, and said softly,

"Isn't it just some skirts? I'll let Lothern's tailor family serving the Phoenix King come to Caledon to make clothes for you. As long as you're happy, it won't be a problem if the palace is full."

Although this made Etila a little happy, she still snorted coldly,
"Have you forgotten Caledor's financial situation before? Although he is a lot richer now, he doesn't spend money like this. And I want to change to a piece of armor. The set I use now is still yours. Gave it to me at the Battle of the Plain of Finnoir."

In order to make my wife happy, and to satisfy this girl's coquettish tone, I had to say,
"Okay, okay, I'll place an order specifically with Vaal Anvil, and I promise to make an armor that satisfies you. Do you want to change the weapon? I see that you have been coveting Mishan's Storm Spire for a long time."

"Of course, as Caledor's wife, she must be the best."

This woman never forgets the battlefield,
Imrik stopped speaking, rested his head on the back of his wife's head, and sniffed the elegant and fragrant hair. (end of this chapter)