Chapter 1214 Civilian Changes

Before going to the Empire, the Phoenix King needs to handle his duties, although His Majesty himself doesn't care much about these things...

After passing a plan for the Fishermen's Guild to expand the fishing area, Imrick threw the document on the table and asked North who was beside him: "Anything else? I sincerely hope... to abdicate quickly and let the next unlucky guy stamp it."

North picked up the document and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The maid who usually handled His Majesty's documents returned to Caledor, which caused some minor problems...

The pile of documents fully demonstrated the diligence of the herald. Some documents that would not have passed through His Majesty's hands were because North believed it was necessary to let His Majesty fully understand everything that happened in Ossuan. In addition, the irresponsibility of the person in charge meant that there must be two days of working overnight every week.

"Your Majesty, there is only one last document... It is the application of the Ossuan Literary Association."

Imrick took out a portrait from the drawer. It was the portrait of Menil that was just delivered to the royal court yesterday. What can heal a tired heart better than the innocent smile of his grandson?

After hearing North talk about the Art Association, Imrick took a glance, and then continued to focus on the portrait. "Didn't they protest my cultural dictatorship policy at first and all run to Avalon to seek the Queen's protection?"

"Well... your decision at that time made many people feel arbitrary, but the facts have proved that the decreasing number of Slaanesh believers year by year shows that the Art Association is indeed sheltering the growth of some Chaos remnants."

Reminding the Phoenix King is the power that North has gained after serving for two hundred years.

"Your Majesty, do you want to meet? I suggest that you listen to the opinions of the Art Association appropriately. In recent years, they have spared no effort to praise your achievements, and the public's reputation has also improved. It is a force that cannot be ignored."

"Meet... Just as long as these idiots don't always think about some extraordinary works of art." Imrick was speechless when he thought of what happened a hundred years ago.

A statue that the Art Association considers a treasure is actually a lustful demon... The enchanting spell deceived everyone. I really don't know how they can get horny every day for a demon with three tentacles, two crab claws and a meat whip.

Ten minutes later, a girl who is a peerless beauty even for an elf came to His Majesty with peerless grace. When she nodded and smiled, her eyes were as bright as stars, and... the towering mountains that cannot be described attracted the attention of the Phoenix King in an instant. Then he felt bored and cast his eyes on the portrait in his hand.

"Your Majesty, I am Elena, the representative of the Art Association..."

"Miss Elena, if you continue to spy on your Majesty with this probing look, I will suspect that the Art Association is still hiding the remnants of Sin... Or do you think your appearance can be compared with..." Imrick smiled, but did not say that he had two wives, which was an indisputable fact.

No one dared to ask for the union of the two princes to be separated, and no one dared to refute the sacred union of the two majesties.

North looked a little unfriendly. When Elena entered the office, he felt an unusual atmosphere.

It was a stupid move to seduce the Phoenix King, not to mention the preference of Her Majesty the Queen... Her Majesty herself was not interested in lust, unless Elena was the dragon son of Zhendan.

"You may have misunderstood me... The Literary Association has eliminated the influence of Slaanesh, and the first time I saw Your Majesty, I felt extremely terrified."

Although Elena said so, her bright purple eyes stared at Imrik boldly, completely ignoring North's murderous gaze.

"Then Miss Elena, can you comment on this painting?"

Imrik handed over the portrait of his grandson... and Elena, who leaned out, accidentally floated too much and touched His Majesty's rough fingers.

Imrik smiled. He didn't expect that this would happen. If he didn't take the initiative, didn't resist, didn't refuse,... and was known by Atila, would he be killed by the tigress?

"Excuse me, what is this portrait?"

"Evaluation, not inquiry."

Elena held up the portrait and adjusted the angle along the sunlight through the window: "This painter must be the child's elder, the brushstrokes are very soft... From the angle of direct sunlight, it should be dusk, but the painter changed the time to dawn.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't evaluate the work of a mother. She hesitated when dealing with the child's eyes... Your grandson should have a majestic look like a dragon, but Her Highness Gladys wanted to paint the child's innocence."

"Interesting." Imrick took the portrait and carefully scanned Menil's eyes. He did find that the brushstrokes were slightly different from the smoothness of other positions.

"But this painting is not Gladys's work, but my maid."

"Your maid?" Elena's smile became very stiff. She has a talent for sensing emotions from works.

But the feelings of this painting are like a mother to her child. Your maid may have some problems.

Imrick handed the portrait to North, who would later hang it in the most conspicuous place, and crossed his hands on the table.

"Let's end this meaningless conversation. I hate these... clichés. Unless you can tell me something that interests me, the Literary Association will contact Alagir next."

Elena, who had her long hair tied up, stopped her charming look and put her hands on her legs: "We want to hold a touring opera performance in the empire."

Imrick smiled first, then tilted his head unnaturally, and finally glanced at North, asking if what he said just now was true.

After getting a definite answer, he asked back.

"I don't quite understand... There are very few humans in the Empire who understand Elvish. The income from your performance in Ulthuan is unimaginable wealth for those poor people."

Subconsciously, Imrik still believed that these people were connected to the Slaanesh Cult. Coupled with the strange behavior of the woman in front of him, his suspicion became even greater.

Elena said sincerely: "We hope to get your Majesty's consent to find new sources of inspiration through a tour."

"By the way, this is the recommendation letter from Mr. Alfonso."

Taking the letter, Imrik glanced at it. It was indeed a handwritten letter from the Chosen One of Hos.

Imrik was not interested in paying attention to the artists who were thinking, but as a monarch, he had the obligation to protect everyone's safety. After all... the Literary Association also paid taxes to the Royal Court.

"So Miss Elena, where have you been in the Old World? Have you ever participated in a battle? The Empire is not like Ulthuan. There is a risk of being killed when a carriage is driving on the road."

"I have been to Tyrell and participated in the archery training of the Avalon Militia." (End of this chapter)