Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

After receiving Asanil's notice, Phyllis took a rare three-day vacation for herself and found a cosmetics shop in Lothern. She claimed that even a shepherdess, as long as she entered this low-key and gorgeous shop, she would be happy when she came out. Can become a princess.

Although Phyllis grew up in the palace, she really didn't know what kind of treatment a princess was. After all, Caledon didn't have many princesses.

Full of joy, she spent half a year's wages to buy a few suitable outfits, hired a few people to do makeup tomorrow morning, and definitely made Imrik look different.

But on the second day, she changed into a convenient tunic dress and tulle sandals, and when she arrived at the hunting ground in a carriage, she saw two acquaintances impatiently gesticulating with bows and arrows. The girl in the attendant kept echoing.

"I said, I didn't wait for anyone when Phyllis would come. I'm the prince." Imrik emphasized his identity and was full of doubts about Asaniel's arrangement.

"She's a woman, can't you be a little gentleman, waiting a few minutes longer won't kill you. And how long has Phyllis been with you, at least 200 years, wait what?" Asanil said After a few words, I heard a voice from behind, "Isn't this coming, your frizzy personality has never changed."

Imrik kicked Asanil, "To each other, don't make you look like my elder, you haven't got that qualification yet."

Phyllis, who got off the carriage, immediately ran over, looking very anxious, she didn't know she thought she was doing a military mission, and hurriedly explained,
"Sorry, sorry, I spent some time on..." She didn't have the nerve to talk about makeup, after all, she knew exactly who Imrik was, and she hated delaying the time because of some trivial things.

But unexpectedly, Imrik didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and teased the well-dressed Phyllis, "Oh, you still know that you put on makeup. If mother knows about this, I'm afraid you will be in Nigeria. There will be laughter at Su's gate."

Phyllis couldn't bear it anymore, and began to point at Imrik and curse,
"Damn it, what do you mean? I put on makeup to prepare, but you have such an attitude. If Madam knows about this, she will definitely pull your ears to admit your mistake."

Imrik, who was being scolded, shrugged and said that it didn't matter. This feeling was right. She looked like a lady, but she was not a familiar girl warrior.

Throwing a bow and arrow to Phyllis, "You should be better at using this thing than the two of us. I remember that you won No.1 in the bow and arrow competition back then."

Taking the bow and arrow from mid-air, Phyllis was a little angry and snorted coldly, "I can shoot more accurately than you even with my eyes closed. What else can you do besides riding a spear and a long sword?"

"Unfortunately, these two things alone are enough for me to travel around the world. Bows and arrows are women's things." Imrik snorted disdainfully, beckoned her over, and pointed at the two Iselama silver chariots next to him explain,

"We have two chariots here, don't worry about ruining the hunting ground, just drive as you like."

"But the question is how to distribute it." Asanil scratched his face, looking a little confused, he didn't want to be with Imrik.

In any case, he was the one to drive, and that was fine if there was a war, not hunting.

"It must be Phyllis and..." Imrik was a little puzzled, looking at the smiling girl beside him, "What's your name?"

The girl took two steps forward cautiously, held up the corners of her blue and white skirt, bowed slightly and said,

"Dear Dragon Prince, I am Sally from the Lambert family, and I am responsible for accompanying several of you on the hunting ground."

Relying on her long-term experience in counter-espionage work, Phyllis noticed that Sally's face was a little unnatural, not only because she was reserved when facing the Dragon Prince, but also seemed a little worried.

Reminiscent of this hunting ground that has been thrown to the Lambert family for 4000 years, and Imric suddenly walked in, he was probably worried that this important source of income would be taken away.

But Imrik didn't care about Sally's small thoughts. When he was poor and crazy, he never thought about this hunting ground. After all, it was the property left by the Phoenix King, and it was thrown here as a tourist resource for the palace.

Said impatiently, urging, "You are with Phyllis, and I am with Asanil."

Asanil stared angrily. He must not be with Imrik. Hunting with him is definitely not a good thing. If he shoots correctly, he will be ridiculed. If he shoots correctly, he will be said to be lucky. The key is to drive the chariot by himself. There is no chance at all. archery.

But before he could refute, Phyllis was already a step ahead, "No, she is an unknown person, you are the prince of Caledor, if she is strong enough to kill me, then plot against you and Asani Er, this is a huge threat to Caledon. My strength is not as good as Asanil, let them be together."

Imrik, who was so refuted, glanced at the frightened Lisa next to him full of doubts, and then Phyllis, who was furious and full of killing intent. No matter how you look at it, you are more of a threat.

"Yes, this is indeed a huge hidden danger. You are a prince and cannot take this kind of risk, but I am only an officer. After I die, there are countless people who can replace me." Asanil said generously With an expression on his face, he pulled Sally and walked towards the chariot.

Trembling with fear, the girl who was threatened by such words walked up to the chariot and pointed out to Asanil where the prey was. Then the Dragon Prince was full of excitement and began to urge the horses pulling the cart to run quickly.

Opportunities have been created, don't say that good buddies are not on the road.

Only Imrik, who was thinking with his arms crossed, and Phyllis, who restored her ladylike smile, were left behind.

She made a smiling face and invited the respected prince to get on the chariot first, "Let's go, I am doing this for your own good, if she is really an assassin."

"Forget it, with her small body, I can make meatloaf with one hand. What are you and Asanil thinking about? After the notice of my participation in the war council was issued, you rushed from Qingyan Port immediately. It's time for Itain."

Looking at the puzzled Imrik, Phyllis gritted her teeth and pushed him away with both hands. She couldn't say that she didn't want to meet Etila in Caledon, and she was worried that her jealousy would be too obvious.Especially Draconir, she felt heartbroken at the first sight.

"Why do you ask so many questions? Why don't you look like the prince at all? You were clearly carved out of the same mold before."

"What you said is interesting. It doesn't look alike at all. I am a descendant of pure blood."

"Got it, got it, the descendants of Caledon that can be traced from the Dragon Trainer Palace to the next generation. Can you stop talking about this, I have listened to you almost every day since I was 12 years old."

"Women's short-sightedness, I don't care as much as you do." Imrik snorted coldly and boarded the chariot, but soon a problem arose, who would drive the chariot, it seemed that neither of them was very good at it. (end of this chapter)