Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Leo, who received the answer from Miel, showed great admiration for the verbatim report.

Things went smoothly, even unbelievably smoothly. Without too much psychological speculation, Imrik directly agreed to the matter.

There is probably only one elf who holds a high position but has such a straightforward temperament.

He turned his head and looked at the ambassador and asked a question,

"What is the identity of the female elf next to the Dragon Prince? I have never heard of him traveling with his female family members."

The special envoy shook his head. The Dragon Prince only mentioned his intention to visit the Empire, but the specific personnel arrangements were never disclosed to the Empire.

And His Majesty Magnus was also convinced that his old friend would not act recklessly, and he agreed as soon as he got the news, no matter who he brought with him.

"I don't know yet, maybe they are the female officials of the Dragon Palace. According to some rumors, most of these female officials are the daughters of the Caledo family. Their status and influence among the people are no less than that of their brothers. It is best to follow the corresponding Standard reception.”

The Elector thought for a while, but he didn't care much about the identity of the two guards.

Although one of the bodyguards brought by the Dragon Prince was human, the incident about the City Gate God of War during the Great Holy War had already spread, and Mishan, who was involved, enjoyed a high honor in Kislev.

As for the other one who looks like a Chaos Warrior, maybe he's just a magically mutated freak.

This woman is very interesting. Even if there is no benefit from her, as long as she can have some influence in the Dragon Palace and gain some favor, it will be of great help to the Reikland.

"Consult the ambassador at the Altdorf Embassy. I need to know the identity of this female elf so that I can arrange the relevant etiquette and avoid making Prince Caledor angry because of my indifference."

"Yes."

As for Imric, who was already seated in the Altdorf Palace, he did not think about how to get benefits from Rick's territory like Yuleo did.

The current Reikland is just a supporting role, not enough for Caledor to regard it as an ally. As the richest electorate in the empire, he urgently needs a wise king to lead him to glory.

But this person will not be Leo.

Regarding Leo, Imric's evaluation is that he is more than conservative, and he can just follow Magnus to realize industrialization. The matter of fighting for the imperial throne should be left to future generations.

The maid who was tidying up the bedding was not as relaxed as her master. She really disliked tinkering with the best velvet bedding on the bed.

Don't the people of the Empire know that elves' skin is very sensitive, and personal items made of velvet can easily cause allergies?

What made her even more angry were the skull symbols that could be seen everywhere in the palace. She had never thought that a palace that symbolized the authority of the country could actually use the head of a dead person as a symbol of honor. How was this different from the followers of Khorne.

"Using the skull as a symbol, it turns out that the Imperial people are just a bunch of uncivilized monkeys. Even Druchi's spiked art is more beautiful than this."

The maid's comments made Imrik turn his head, look at Phyllis' angry look, and couldn't help but chuckle.

This was her first time in the old world, and she must be very unfamiliar with many things. If she knew that many of the staffs held by the imperial mages were made from the bones of living saints, she would not know what she would be like. What kind of expression. "Stop complaining. Speaking of which, can you speak Imperial?"

Phyllis put her hands on her hips and didn't want to fight with the quilt anymore. She would go back to the ship to pack her things, so as not to have another trouble in Nunn.

The maid puffed her face angrily and said in imperial dialect that could no longer be standard,

"Your Highness the Dragon Prince, you may not care about your daily life, but as a maid, I need to always pay attention to whether this undermines the majesty of the Caledor royal family."

Occestes, who was standing nearby, couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

"If we strictly abide by the traditional royal majesty, when traveling to the Sigma Empire here, we must bring at least ten giant dragons and a dragon ship as a flagship. Even if we only come here once in this life, before entering the port, the Sigma Empire has already brought a The newly built palace was given to Prince Caledor.”

Mishan took the opportunity to interject,

"So I haven't seen the prince take the initiative to visit any kingdom. It is probably because both sides find it troublesome. It is best to fight the war honestly and just arrange a military tent and then send it away."

"You, you..." Phyllis raised her eyebrows. The general experience along the way can be summarized as a contest between three soldiers and the maid.

Unfinished wine must be capped to avoid waste? Okay, I'll finish it now.

The kind-hearted Imric took the initiative to rescue the maid. After all, our little cutie can't be bullied by two old fritters, right?

"Okay, you should stop saying a few words and make our Flower of Caledor very angry. But I would like to mention by the way, Phyllis, you are really suitable to be Dracnir's nanny, just like Adira nagging."

A red exquisite pillow hit Imric's head, causing the two guards to burst into laughter. They preferred this harmonious atmosphere to an environment where they got along with each other based on class differences, rather than princes, maids, legendary warriors, and relatives. It is a serious occasion that Wei takes for granted.

Hugging the red pillow, Imrik was speechless. Phyllis was quite ladylike and reserved when she was alone with him, but once there were outsiders, she looked like a very tough Caledorian woman, without giving a damn. I have this princely face.

While chatting and laughing, Ambassador Miel led the maids to the dormitory. He first bowed to ask if he was satisfied with the place, and then introduced a middle-aged man who seemed extremely serious.

"This is Locke, the housekeeper of the Altdorf Palace. If you have any dissatisfaction during your stay, you can tell him. The palace will try its best to provide you with a comfortable environment."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and performed a court etiquette to Imric. He put his left hand on his chest, took a step back with his right foot, then bent his legs, spread his right hand outward, and introduced himself meticulously.

"Your arrival makes the Royal Palace of Al feel extremely honored. His Highness Leo has decided to donate this bedroom to the Dragon Palace. If you agree, I will arrange the servants and wait for the master's arrival at any time."

"I accept Leo's wishes for the time being. The Caledor Embassy will be responsible for servant matters. After all, the habits of the empire are different from Caledor's, and I don't want to bring my wife with me in the future. Traveling, only to find that they are all servants practicing the etiquette of the imperial court."

The gentle joke made Miel smile knowingly, but Locke was very serious, and his old-fashioned face never changed.

"You don't have to worry about this. We will train our servants in accordance with the requirements of the Ulthuan elves to ensure that you and Princess Tyranlok will be as comfortable as you are in the Ulthuan palace after arriving at Altdorf Palace."

Imrik expressed his helplessness towards such a stubborn person, and casually asked Locke to discuss it with the embassy. He only needed to give himself a final result.

After sending away the Minister of Internal Affairs, he turned his attention to the special envoy and asked with interest.

"I think Leo is trying to find out about Felice." (End of Chapter)