Chapter 1242 Three Aspects

"Ivan... I seem to have heard of this name, it seems to be ninety years ago."

Imrick's muttering made Creon answer without hesitation: "An officer named Ivan went deep into the Iron Mountains and found the remnants of the Gorond Sorcerer Council, destroying their plan to collapse the mountain. You rewarded them afterwards."

"Oh, that's it."

The elf suddenly realized, which made Ivan's pressure doubled. There was no need to guess now. There was only one person who could make the Flame Knight treat him like this.

Under Imrick's playful eyes, Ivan slowly put the medal into his arms. Under the surprised eyes of the bartender, he stood up and slowly walked to the elf in front of him and knelt on one knee.

"Ivan Nikolayevich Jaeger, the person you are talking about is my great-grandfather. I am willing to serve you, my majesty."

"Get up." Imrick was not too surprised by the attitude of the sergeant. Since the new world Maozi spread everywhere, a strange idea emerged in their minds.

This group of people who have been wandering outside and have been influenced by the new world vaguely believe that there are two monarchs above them, one is the Tsar and the other is Prince Caledor.

The concept of nationality was still very weak in the feudal era. Even if you have Caledorian nationality, there is no explicit rule that you cannot join the Patriotic Army...

Imrick is already considering sending a group of people back to Kislev. As for whether to give it to Katerin as capital or to the Patriotic Army as a filler, it will take several years to make a decision.

"Yes."

Ivan Nikolayevich Jaeger, who stood up straight, seemed a little restrained. He was highly regarded by the general, otherwise he would not have been sent to Altdorf to take over the Kislev gang forces in the southern brother country.

But his experience of living in the new world when he was young made his heart a little torn. It seems that there will be a conflict between swearing allegiance to Kislev and being loyal to Caledor...

"Don't worry about your duties. I'm not here to ask you to make some difficult choices... I need to investigate a few people."

A bag of gold coins was thrown on the table by Creon. This is the usual bargaining chip of the elves. Sometimes the temptation of gold is far more direct than power.

But Ivan didn't look at the gold coins, and waited for His Majesty's arrangement.

"First, find out the news in the empire and find a ratman gray prophet named Chuan Kuro. I believe it should be active in the empire.

Two..."

Imrick frowned and turned his head to look at the young bartender. "You, get out."

"This..." The bartender was a little cold. Does this mean that he is no longer trusted?

Creon is not a good-tempered person. Seeing that the bartender has no intention of taking action, he gave orders in a physical way on behalf of Ivan.

Ivan was indifferent to this and fully cooperated with the Phoenix King and the Ice Princess in Altdorf. This was the general's order to him.

Without irrelevant people, Imrick could naturally speak freely: "Second, if there is news about Sylvania in Altdorf... minimize the scope of influence as much as possible."

"What do you mean?" Ivan pursed his lips unnaturally. He received some rumors about the resurgence of darkness in Sylvania, but no one dared to spread it during the summit.

The emperor allowed the gang to exist in Altdorf because it still has value, not like a cult that lacks control.

"You can tell the general, he will know about this... but before that, you need to obey this order."

"Yes."

"Third, tell the emperor all the news about the cult, including but not limited to what is known now and before."

The order was short, but the amount of information was large. Ivan pondered for a while and thought that the Phoenix King was revealing three directions to the National Defense Army.

First of all, the elves are ready to attack the ratmen. This ratman gray prophet named Chuan Kui Luo may be the key... As for whether the gang can be found, it is actually not important, but it is important to show the attitude.

This may reduce the number of elves in the expedition and let the National Defense Army express understanding and support.

Secondly, the matter of Sylvania... The exposure of the Blood Serpent Brotherhood has eased the hatred of the National Defense Army for vampires. Some sensible white monsters can also fight against the dark forces.

If we follow this logic, the matter of Sylvania is probably arranged by the Phoenix King.

Finally, it is the Empire. Concealing the matter of Sylvania is definitely very disadvantageous to the Emperor, but it also gives a big stick, which is to show the National Defense Army.

The elves support vampires, but they will never give up the Empire.

Looking at the gradually cold sofa, Ivan sat on the ground, holding his forehead and cursing: "It's a troubled time."

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Leaving the tavern, Creon took Imrick straight to the tavern opened by the Sea Hook Gang.

Compared with the Maozi's tavern... Rick's tavern seems a bit vulgar, how can the elves describe it.

Although the Maozi Tavern is very loud and fights often break out, occasionally, drunkards can pick up the accordion and balalaika in the corner and sing ballads with rough and long voices. Some more cultured people will even jump on the table to chant poems.

Rough appearance and extremely sad heart, this is Kislev.

And the Empire... If you expect the Imperials to have artistic cells, it is better to let them think about which bet to place on horse racing or boxing tonight.

Even in Altdorf, where the cultural atmosphere is the strongest, it is rare to feel the atmosphere of art... The Slaanesh body art occasionally seen in private houses does not count.

Noisy noises, hot atmosphere, hot sweat smell... filled Imrick's nose, almost making the Phoenix King faint.

Fortunately, half a second later, he had actively blocked the bad smell, and two invisible transparent fires appeared in his nasal cavity. Perhaps this is the biggest benefit of obtaining the power of Asuryan, without having to smell what you don't want to smell.

As a troublemaker, Imrick naturally wouldn't walk towards the counter. He frowned and passed the drunkard who rushed towards him, and dodged a rainbow flying to the sky. Under Creon's eyes that were ready to kill, he walked towards the corner of the tavern.

Phoenix drunkenly held the bottle, shook the little wine left in the glass and said: "Aldolf's wine is still strong... but the elven wine in the Lahmia Palace seems to be good too."

"Are you going to stay in Altdorf this time?"

The blond secretary looked a little sad, and took a big sip: "My father is old... The family business also needs someone to take care of it."

Gotrek expressed his understanding, put the beer into his mouth, and drank half a barrel in one gulp.

"This is a good thing. For humans, staying at home is better than seeking an eternal end with a butcher..."

"But I don't think so, Gotrek, Mr. Phoenix..." (End of this chapter)