Chapter 1085 So-Called Happiness

"So-called happiness... is..." Imrick smiled bitterly, feeling that he was not really suitable for the job of a wedding host. Perhaps this was one of the few embarrassing scenes that he could remember.

"Haha, I just realized that I am a clumsy Phoenix King. A long time ago, someone asked me how to hold on to fate, and my answer was power.

Before I met Atila, I always believed in the power of lances and dragons, and believed that as long as I had power in this life, I would be happy.

But now I understand that this is not a question, but an answer."

"We cannot hold on to fate, but we can find happiness while searching for fate... Sorry, I am talking nonsense again.

But I firmly believe that the two children in front of me have found their happiness while searching for fate. Yes, I firmly believe..."

"Then in the name of my great ancestors and the expectations of the head of the family... follow the wishes of the ancient kingdom.

Give birth to more healthy cubs! Yes, that's it, so that the dragons of Caledor can make companions of life and death covenants, let the Dragon Spine Mountains echo with ancient songs, and witness a great oath."

If judged by the standards of wedding speeches, Imrick's speech can be called a disaster, and the silence of the spectators undoubtedly proves this.

But a wedding is not a show for outsiders. What really matters is the feelings of both men and women.

Imrick walked up to the couple and hugged them with open arms, "Bless you, children."

Draconil said in a low voice, "Thank you, father. I never thought you would become so sentimental because of a speech..."

The father smiled, "You are my only son and the blood that will inherit everything from me. Maybe I was too strict with you in the past, but..."

"I know, I know." Draconil hugged his father's body and signaled that there was no need to say more.

After the father and son finished communicating, Gladys greeted him in a novel, "Father, I may not be a qualified wife, but I believe I can do it well."

"No, don't force yourself, Gladys, you are my daughter, you have the right to enjoy the life you want..."

Imrick felt the hem of his clothes being pulled, and soon heard his wife's voice, "Are you done? It's my turn."

Give the two children a helpless look and give the main seat to Atila. Perhaps in her heart, no matter how mature and powerful Draconil becomes, he is still the picky child who secretly throws away vegetables.

Imrick couldn't remember what his wife and two children said in detail. He only knew that on the wedding day, in order to show the courage of the Dragon Court, he took Lao Mi to perform a fireworks show in the sky, and the whole city was almost set on fire by the dragon's breath.

And His Majesty the Phoenix King, who was complained by a group of dragon princes, could hardly take off the crown that had been bound for a long time. Just like in the military camp before, he forgot all the external things and just wanted to get drunk.

When he woke up the next day, he found himself lying in the middle of a pile of "corpses" of dragon princes, exuding an indescribable smell of alcohol.

His Majesty the Phoenix King looked at this place in a daze. At first, as a father, he seemed to have to entertain guests, but as he was held by Agersel and his group, he said, you are not a dragon prince anymore, why do you have to care about so many things, find a quiet corner to have a good drink.

There are many empty places in the Dragon Court, and they are quite spacious, so...

Why are there dwarves?

Imrick looked at Belegar who was still snoring in the corner. He didn't remember the presence of dwarves in the drinking party.

They were probably too short to attract attention.

Seeing that His Majesty woke up first, Miranda, who had been waiting for a long time, brought a basin of water and signaled Imrick to wash his face quickly. There were still many things to do.

Although a thought could get rid of the bad smell on his body, Imrick still enjoyed this familiar feeling. When he wiped his neck with a towel, he suddenly found a blind spot.

Is it possible that no one cares if I get drunk?

"Where did Attila go yesterday?"

"My lady came here to take a look yesterday and found that you were holding a wooden barrel and betting with Lord Damian. You left a word and left."

No need to think, she must be disgusted with the smell of alcohol all over her body, so it's better not to stick to her.

But there were more people present yesterday, not only Attila, my sweet little cotton jacket.

"Where's Phyllis?"

It would have been better if she didn't say it. Miranda's eyes were a little strange as soon as she said it. "Phyllis was communicating with the guests yesterday, but after learning that there was a drinking party here, she chose to join in the middle.

Don't you remember that Phyllis hugged you and cried, saying why Drakniel was not her son, and she obviously tried very hard..."

Imrick's face was changing more and more as he thought about Druzy. Thinking back to what happened yesterday, his face turned green.

This woman, she always embarrassed me.

"In the end, he was forcibly dragged away by his ears by his father."

"Well done."

Seeing Imrick clean his face, Miranda reminded him, "Your Majesty, many people want to visit you today. Before Phyllis shows up, I have temporarily declined your request. If necessary, do you need to contact me again?"

"No, come to the Phoenix King Court to find me if you have something to do. Now I am just the head of the family."

"I understand, I will tell you."

Knowing that His Majesty did not want some troubles to disturb his happy mood, Miranda slowly left with the silver-plated basin, leaving Imrick alone and awake in the side hall.

At this time, Imrick was identifying the specific composition of the drunkard.

Members of the noble council, the original high-ranking dragon prince... How come the Flame Knights are all here? Are you worthy of the shining dragon armor on you?

Kicking away Asarniel, who was the most instigating yesterday, Imrick walked to Belegar and patted the Lord of Eight Peaks Mountain's bulging belly.

"Wake up, the greenskins and ratmen have entered the tunnel hub, and your title of Lord of Eight Peaks Mountain is about to change hands."

"What! I am the real Lord of Eight Peaks Mountain!" Belegar growled, but soon found out who was the speaker, and his face became a little dissatisfied.

"Why didn't I notice that you like to make some humorous jokes before? Don't say such deadly things in front of the dwarves, or I will record you in the Book of Hatred."

"Hehe, maybe Caledor should also make a Book of Hatred to intimidate his opponents?"

Imric waved his hand, picked up the ankle of the son of the Supreme King, and threw it on the open space beside him. The mustache that had not grown out was not worthy of lying on the chair in the Dragon Palace.

Slapping the palm of the hand holding the dwarf's ankle with disdain, Imric poured another glass of beer, "Tell me about the situation in Eight Peaks Mountain. I haven't forgotten the promise I made to Thorgrim before - Dragon's Edge Castle." (End of this chapter)