Chapter 1225 King Lawn

To summarize the content of today's summit, we talked about the railway plan. The elves sent wizards to transform the terrain, and the dwarves sent engineers to provide technical details. The empire was overjoyed, but Bretonnia did nothing.

The emperor prepared a grand banquet, but Imrick and Thorgrin were not interested in attending, which made Carl very embarrassed. He could only push his hand and said that it must be because of the fatigue of the journey. When the summit ended perfectly, he would hold an unprecedented celebration.

Imrick's place of stay was the bedroom given by Carl's ancestors a hundred years ago. After the desperate suicide attack of the rats, the originally magnificent palace turned into ruins.

However, due to the gift of the elector, this palace became the private property of the Caledor family, which also made the human architects who were originally ready to shine lose their role. The elves actually sent people to Altdorf to build a palace.

The overall palace was renovated in the style of the Dragon's Breath Hall, which was much brighter and more relaxed than the rigorous and solemn main hall of the Dragon Palace.

Imrick leaned on the sofa and stretched out his hand habitually, but he waited for a long time and still had nothing to get.

"Your Majesty, Maid Phyllis did not come to the empire with you." North whispered a reminder and handed the crystal cup to His Majesty.

His Majesty was raised to be a useless person by the maid, which is a well-known fact among the royal court's internal affairs.

Every day after finishing official duties and returning to his residence, he would lie on the sofa to enjoy the massage and wait for death.

"Oh, it's really troublesome... I haven't stayed in the barracks for more than a hundred years, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

So, is this the reason why you waved your hand and asked the maid to come over for a massage?

North looked at the Phoenix King who was enjoying the service of the maid rubbing his shoulders, and felt speechless in his heart. It was obvious that His Majesty would never do something popular in the name of massage.

After all, these maids... are all old servants of the Dragon Palace, with husbands and children. It is said that this is a deliberate arrangement by Atila. If you dare to do something to the wives of these backbone personnel of the army, the whole of Caledor will know the scandal of the Phoenix King the next day.

Imrick felt a little strange as his shoulders and arms were rubbed. The strength seemed to be wrong... There was no gnashing of teeth like Phyllis.

He turned his head and said to the two maids: "Go down first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Imrick waved to North, motioning him to sit down together: "North, why didn't the representatives of Kislev attend?"

As soon as he said this, North straightened his back, and his hand that was originally reaching for the wine glass on the coffee table also stopped: "Petrov is competing with Constantine for the regency. Regarding the reform of religious law, Lord Judith thinks that it is best for Catherine to attend this summit in person.

Otherwise, whether it is the decision of the National Defense Army or the Great Orthodox Church, the Empire and the Dwarves will seize the handle and refuse to recognize the representative of Kislev."

"Can the Empire and the Dwarves admit that Catherine did it according to their own wishes?" Imrick paused, and it seemed that he would really admit it.

The Empire has a request to establish a joint organization. The railway plan is just a preliminary attempt. It will definitely not easily refute the elves' request.

As for the dwarves, there is no need to say much. The matter in the Dark Land needs the help of the Dragonbone Wasteland garrison. According to the reconnaissance of the rangers, their Chaos cousins ​​have raised many powerful flying monsters.

Although the Thunder Airship can ensure that it will not be defeated in air combat, it is too heavy. Several helicopters in the Rapids Pass were also destroyed by flying monsters.

Although it is costly to ask the dragon for help, it is definitely worth it.

"Interesting idea, placing a proton to attend the meeting representing national interests... Speaking of which, how old is Catherine."

"Twelve years old... But I want to remind you that according to the report of Maid Miranda, His Highness Menil has a strange sense of dependence on Princess Catherine and seems to like the cold breath on her body."

Imric turned his head around. Not really, do three generations of grandparents and grandchildren have their own characteristics?

I am a reckless man, and my son is a calm spellcaster who is extremely proficient in the wind of Aksha... Did Menil inherit some of Asuryan's power and like the cold heat?

"It's just children's play. Wouldn't you like to have a human ice cube that can adjust the temperature at any time?"

"This..." North hesitated. He couldn't say that the way your grandson looked at Katerin was a bit like the way your son looked at Gladys.

And the Phoenix King obviously doted on his grandson, so he subconsciously didn't think this was a problem at all. Menil should have everything.

"Okay, North, I know what you are worried about. But as the proverb of Caledor says, life has its own source, so why think too much."

"Your Majesty, I have to remind you that this is a proverb in Athel Loren, which originated from a person who was lost in..."

"Shut up."

"Yes."

The herald who decisively shut up made Imrick sigh. This kid is really stubborn and has never changed. He has been around for almost two hundred years, but why is he still so boring?

His Majesty personally handed the messenger a glass of wine: "Now North, listen to me... First, in the most tactful and sincere tone, send a letter to Katerin in my name to attend the meeting.

Second, go to Agrim to ask for information about the Dark Land. Third, go to contact the vampire in the Spier Theater, I need to know the latest news about Vlad. Finally, you should find a place to rest now, instead of disturbing my rest here!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After drinking the cup in one gulp, the messenger stood up straight and saluted His Majesty.

He straightened his steps and stepped on the ground again and again to leave here.

This gave Imrick a headache. He lay on the sofa, rubbing his temples with his palms, preparing to think about tomorrow's affairs.

As for the work report from Ulthuan? To hell with them, I am the Phoenix King, so I can do it whenever I want.

If I am overwhelmed by work all day, am I a feudal monarch or a social animal worker?

After a while, North came back again.

This gave Imrick a headache, but he knew that there must be some emergency.

I hope it's not about Menil...

"Your Majesty, King Lawn Leocornwall of Bretonnia requests a secret meeting with you at Gaunt Hogan Manor."

Lawn...

Imrick recalled today's Knight King. He was very restrained. He didn't say a word during the summit, forcing himself to hold back the anger of the territory being plundered by Druzy for a hundred years.

He is the most proud believer of the Lady of the Lake, and the king who is hailed as a perfect knight... Although he speaks with an unpleasant Bretonnian accent.

"When?"

"Two hours later."

"Interesting."

Imrick paused, thinking this might be the best opportunity... It's time to end the civil war in Bretonnia.

"Let Kadroin come." (End of this chapter)