I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 109 The Escaped Dwarf Princess

Beidi Mountain Range, Beishan Country.

The dwarf king Morton Golden Hammer, who was inspecting the mine, walked to the top of the mountain along the spiral steps dug on the stone wall of the passage, took a deep breath, supported his fully protruding belly, and then turned his head to follow the entourage behind. asked:

"I'm a little tired after only climbing three mountains. When I was young, I could run up and down the mountains day and night. Do you think it's time for me to resume exercise, Paz?"

"Huff... If your Majesty, you still feel a little tired...Huff..." The elderly attendant panted heavily, "I don't think you need to worry too much about your physical strength, but if you want to resume exercise , I think any time to start is a good thing.”

The King of the Golden Hammer hadn't held a tomahawk for more than 30 years, and he basically didn't exercise much, and he didn't eat and drink moderately. His figure soon began to lose shape like an inflated balloon.

The hill king who used to be like a fortress of muscles is now thicker than before, even rounded, but most of his body has turned into fat.

But no matter what, he is still the most powerful legendary warrior among the North Mountain dwarves of this generation, and the great king who commands many dwarf clans in the North Mountain Range.

After Morton Golden Hammer became king, he did two major things. One was to pacify several dwarven clans that were united against the Beishan Kingdom headed by the Golden Hammer clan, and officially unified the dwarven clans in the Northland Mountains.The second is to choose to form an alliance with the empire to jointly develop alchemy and mechanical technology, which has greatly improved the military strength of Beishan Kingdom.

The Beishan dwarves also benefited a lot from the empire's war against Muxia.

"You're right." Morton looked at the rest of the mountain, "Then let's take two more steps today and inspect the rest of the mining area at once."

"I beg you to be merciful, let my old bones rest first." The attendant was still trying to adjust his breathing, "At least let me drink a sip of flaming wine to renew my life."

"You make me want to drink too, I have to call a messenger to get some wine!" Morton became addicted to alcohol, and began to look around, looking for the guard tower set up in the mining area.

This mining area is very large and the personnel are scattered, but the distance is not a big problem. He can send orders thousands of meters away with a battle cry.

When he turned his head, he didn't see the sentry tower yet, but he happened to find a dwarf cavalry riding a goat running along the ridge towards the hill.

The ironhorn goats specially domesticated by the dwarves have strong limbs unmatched by ordinary goats. The hooves are equipped with dwarf-made hoofs, which can carry a fully-armed dwarf cavalry on a steep mountain wall as if walking on the ground.

"That's right, it's just a coincidence!" Morton was very happy, now let the cavalry help them get some wine.

"My lord, that person came to report to you. That goat is wearing a command flag!" the old attendant reminded.

"Oh, really!"

Morton just thought about the wine and didn't notice this detail. The golden ensign was embroidered with crossed warhammers and axes. Only the heralds who issued orders for the king and went to report to the king were allowed to use this ensign.

"This way!!" He yelled at the cavalry hundreds of meters away.

The herald was startled by the majestic roar of the king, and then he found that His Majesty the King who had been looking for was just in front of the hill, so he quickly speeded up.

When the goat's front hooves climbed up to the top of the mountain along the steep slope, Morton Golden Hammer said a little unhappy: "You better not bring something troublesome that will disturb my drinking."

"I'm really sorry, Your Majesty, but the matter is urgent..." The young herald came down from the sheep's back in fear and saluted, "His Highness Mo La, who was sent to the Xi River, escaped halfway!"

"Huh?" King Beishan stared, "Speak clearly!"

"It's like this. Yesterday we went to the town of the Principality of Xihe to meet with the wedding party there. When His Royal Highness Mo La was about to go with them, he said that his hair was loose and he wanted to dress up again and entered the house. Then he looked for an opportunity to open the window. Go out, knock out the guards, grab a horse and escape!" The herald reported in panic.

The entourage at the side heard this and took two steps away from the king with some worries. When their king gets angry, it is very scary. Although they seldom anger innocent people, when they smash things, they are too close to be easily caught. accidental injury.

"She still escaped? According to what you mean, she hasn't been caught yet?" Morton stared at the herald and asked.

A few months ago, Beishan Kingdom and Xihe Principality, which belonged to the empire, negotiated a marriage. King Morton of Beishan married his youngest daughter, Mo La, to Grand Duke Xihe as a continuation.

For this reason, the father and daughter had many disputes, and the old attendant had the honor to listen to the "friendly discussion" between the two on the marriage:
"Who wants to marry an old man? If you want that mine, why don't you fucking marry yourself?" Princess Mora's roar at that time could be heard clearly hundreds of miles away from the palace.

"He is over 50, and you are over 40. Isn't that about the same?" Morton didn't care about his daughter's protest at all.

"Listen to your nonsense! I've only just grown up, and he's so old that he can live for at most 30 or [-] years!"

"So if you survive for at most two or thirty years, he will die. Don't worry, he won't be able to do anything to you in another ten years."

"Not for a day!! Why should I suffer this?"

"Your two older sisters are both married. You look like a ghost, and no one else has ever proposed marriage except this grand duke. Do you really think you can get married?"

"I'd rather not marry! If I can't beat you, old ghost, I'll have to kill you now!!"

……

Conflicts such as these would break out every few days for a period of time after the marriage was settled.

It wasn't until the last half month that Princess Moira finally calmed down, and she seemed to have given up struggling.

As a result, I didn't expect such an outburst to come at the imminent time.

"I'm really sorry, the teams sending off and welcoming the bride are all chasing now, and there is no news yet..." The herald reported apologetically, and then said on thin ice, "Well, Your Majesty, His Highness Mo La left a letter and A small package for you."

"You brought it here, didn't you? Show me." Morton frowned and waved.

The herald carefully took out a letter and a small cloth bag from the bag hanging on the back of the goat, and presented it to the king. On the envelope of the letter was written "To my dear father" in dwarven script, the little The same small print was also written on the cloth bag.

Morton rolled his eyes when he saw this line. His youngest daughter had never called him that before, and with their relationship, it would only give him goosebumps if the other party called him that.

He tore open the envelope first and read the letter. There was only one sentence on it:

"Go eat shit, old ghost!!"

There is also a "friendly gesture" common to dwarven clans drawn at the bottom.

Morton glanced at the cloth bag still in the herald's hand. Based on his knowledge of his daughter, he had already guessed what it was, but he opened it to make sure.

The cloth bag was opened, and inside was a crumpled paper bag, and when the paper bag was opened again, there were a few round balls of sheep dung inside.

"Throw it away." Morton ordered angrily.

The herald was also eager to do this quickly, and immediately threw the things in his hand down the mountain.

Then Morton clapped his hands casually, and the letter in his hand was torn apart like a dried leaf, turning into pieces and blowing away in the wind.

The entourage watched the king's face, and unexpectedly found that Morton seemed surprisingly calm, so he asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

"Nothing to do, just run away. We have already sent her to the principality. What does it matter to us that the principality didn't take her seriously and let her run away?" Morton said indifferently, "Anyway, the mines are all in our hands. , let them chase it by themselves, if they can’t catch it, it’s because they have no ability.”

The mine as a dowry had already been handed over to the Beishan Kingdom. Even if the marriage fell through and Grand Duke Di Pu asked the Beishan Kingdom for it, Morton Golden Hammer would not plan to return it.

Moreover, the marriage was originally just a political bridge. The principality of Xihe and the Beishan Kingdom now established such a relationship, mainly due to the common interests in various aspects.

"However, they will lose face after all. If they suspect that we are deceiving them, it may affect our alliance with the empire." Sui whispered.

"Oh, I'm so troublesome!" Morton looked very impatient, "Then let a hundred people go to help them symbolically, anyway, they don't want to make a big fuss about such a shameful thing, right?"

"Isn't it better to send more people to light it seriously? If the Principality of Xihe arrests His Highness first, what kind of treatment will His Highness receive?" the entourage cautiously persuaded.

"I can't die, I'll take care of her? That dead girl, ghost spirit, those people may not be able to catch it." Morton said and turned to the herald, "You go and help us get some flaming wine first, and the rest Let's talk about it later!"

(End of this chapter)