Chapter 1076 Going Out for a Walk

Contacting guests can be a chore, as Creon knows all too well.

According to tradition, the Caledor family naturally has a special ceremonial officer responsible for this matter, but now there are no ceremonial officers in the Dragon Palace, and Imric has forcibly packed them up and taken them to the Phoenix King's Court.

One of the Phoenix King Guard Captains, the Caledor Royal Guard Captain, was troubled by this. He was not a dragon prince specializing in diplomacy. The thought of the forces connected to Caledor made his scalp numb.

Agthel, who was holding a fruit plate, was thoughtful, leaning on the sofa as if he were a useless person, without the posture of a political leader.

He said to his former adjutant and now the ceremonial officer: "Let me think about it. Eternal Peak needs to send someone. After all, Imric and Thorgrin have jointly declared that everything in the past has been settled. Although there is still some slight confusion among the people. They criticized it, but after all, they returned the Phoenix Crown and the remains of His Majesty Caledor II intact, and they cannot be left behind. "

"There is also the Anglande clan. Belegar has said all the good things about Caledor in the Dwarf society in the past few years. Relying on the past experience of recovering the Eight Peaks Mountain together, we must not forget...

Agrim of the Dragonbeard clan of Karak Kaderin will not miss this feast. Although he is still busy looking for trouble with vampires, he can still come to Caledor to play when he has time..."

"Yes, yes, so does the Patriot Army. A large number of them are die-hard fans of Imrik. If you miss this opportunity to visit the Dragon Palace, Judith may have to go to the Phoenix King The court complained..."

"As for the Human Empire, the Elector Families of Nunn and Reikland..."

"That's enough!" The quill held by Creon kept trembling. He thought to himself that he met Malekith when he went out, and why did all sorts of bad things happen to him.

As a bloodline dragon prince, let him personally write an invitation letter to the marriage of His Highness the Prince to the three dwarf clans Drak Duraz, Angland, and Dragon Beard, the Barbarians of Kislev, and the Monkeys of the Human Empire.

This is ten thousand times more uncomfortable than killing him!

Agathel raised his eyebrows, put a grape into his mouth, and said sizzlingly, "It's really sour, but you can obviously refuse. At that time, Imric was just joking. After all, who would have thought of letting the Royal Guards The chief is responsible for contacting guests.”

Creon's shoulders shook, and his tone was choked, "At that time, at that time... I didn't think too much about it. I thought it was His Majesty's trust in me. After all, it was a great honor to participate in His Highness's wedding as a ceremonial officer. "

The guard captain's quill was crushed into powder, and he gritted his teeth and said, "But now I actually have to learn the diplomatic vocabulary of dwarves and humans to prevent the invitation from being condescending at all. Damn it!"

The tearful captain of the guard opened a book on diplomatic etiquette written in monkey language and read these despicable, ugly and vulgar sentences word for word with endless anger.

Although Creon can entrust such trivial matters to others, and everyone understands that the guard captain really doesn't need to worry too much about making excuses, but who can stop the pride of a proud dragon prince.

Seeing his old friend crying and studying at the same time, Agthel was very happy and smiled, which made you usually bullish, but now you have finally been cheated.

Putting down the fruit plate and putting a few sour grapes on the Creon fruit plate, Agathel said hello and prepared to leave.

"I'm going to see Drachnir and see how our soon-to-be-married prince is getting ready."

"Yeah, but be careful not to run into Miranda. She has some issues with people who are close to Dracnir recently."

"Oh? So just like Imric's situation at that time, Miranda thinks that women who are close to Prince Caledor have bad intentions?"

"Maybe, but I think it's more of a mother's reluctance to let go of her child."

Agathel expressed his understanding. Miranda, who had no children, must have regarded the two Caledor princes who had raised her as children. However, after a hundred years, she saw another child getting married, and she must have been a little unhappy. Giving up.

When Agthel walked into the palace, he heard Draconir's helpless voice in the garden.

"Miranda, I've said it many times, don't worry too much about appearance."

"How about that? You are Prince Caledor, the master of the Dragon Palace. The whole world will see you at the wedding. You must show all the guests the majesty of the future master of the dragon tamer family."

In the courtyard, the maid was taking care of the prince's flawless hair, applying the secret hair conditioner evenly little by little, and Draconir's expression also made Agathel very amused, a kind of There was a look of helplessness amidst the joy.

"Prince."

"Uncle Agthel."

Seeing that the person who came was Agathel, Miranda made no secret of her disappointment in the political leaders. The two had known each other in the court before Imrik was born. From the humble relationship between a noble attendant and a servant, to now As casual as a friend.

However, the maid still needs to wait for the two of them to speak first and talk about something in detail before she will consider intervening as a friend.

"Is there a problem?"

Agthel, who was sitting on the side of the courtyard, shook his head with a relaxed expression, "Nothing, I just wanted to see the prince in my memory as a child and about to become a husband."

Draconir sighed. When it came to becoming a prince, he actually didn't want to do it too early. After all, the world was so big and he couldn't always be shackled to the dragon's palace.

But it was already a certainty that his father would be crowned Phoenix King. According to tradition, as a heir, he must take over this important task.

"I actually want to travel more around the world instead of sitting on the throne of a king at a young age."

Agathel nodded in approval. Since Drachnir became independent, almost all the important responsibilities of the kingdom have been placed on him. Imric has almost no care in doing anything. Adira has become the ruler of a neighboring country, and some things have changed. Not easy to intervene.

The people all believed in Drachnir's ability, and the biggest obstacle to the heir had long since disappeared. It can only be said that... Imric's plan to have his son become a successful child was successful.

"Of course you can do this. After all, Imric is essentially just a mascot in the Phoenix Court. Think about how long he has left state affairs to you?"

"At least fifty years..."

"Think about how he lived when he was your age."

"Ulthuan is provoking everywhere, looking for honor all over the world..."

After some reminders from his uncle, Draconir suddenly realized that he felt like he had been tricked by his father for fifty years.

However, Agthel still reminded him as an elder.

"But you also have to consider Gladys's thoughts. Running around the world just after getting married is not the behavior of a qualified husband."

Seeing that they were just chatting, Miranda interjected, "Are you talking about yourself? Agthel, who just got married to Beatrix, wore a winged helmet and ran to the Dragon Gate, leaving her alone. Take Althea with you in Wind Howl City."

Agthel looked embarrassed, "It's all in the past. When I was young, I couldn't always think about my family. My mind was filled with honor. Beatrix also agreed at the time." (End of Chapter)