Chapter 1325 Farewell

"Agathel, there's a meeting!"

Beatrix's angry voice made the Lord of Wind Howling City struggle to open his eyes. He rubbed his eyelids that were heavy due to drinking too much yesterday, looked at the chaotic environment around him in a daze, and asked his wife in a confused tone.

"Where is this?"

"Damn you..." Beatrix pinched the flesh of Agthel's neck and cursed angrily as her husband showed callouses and didn't care about this loving touch.

"Dracnir has requested a meeting and asked you to attend by name!"

"It must be some kind of Ulthuan Defense Conference again. I don't want to go. I don't have time to take care of the borders of those damn kingdoms... Watching birds poop on the Caledor coastline is annoying enough. We also have to go to other kingdoms to see it. My brothers and I are Have you eaten enough to hold on?"

Agthel, who had a thirsty mouth, used the flesh of his neck to drag his wife to the wine table, and picked up a bottle of special ale. Although the rough taste was a bit inferior, it tasted quite good.

He picked up the jug and shook it, then sprinkled it into his mouth, but only a few drops remained. He said in a difficult tone: "Beatrix, there is no wine at home. Remember to buy more next time."

Beatrix loosened her fingers, wiped the wine stains around her husband's mouth with her sleeves, and took out a pot of water, with a sad look on her face: "Agathel, I know..."

"You don't know what that boy Draknir is thinking! I have tried so hard to place people in all the major gates, just to let Althea inherit my will after I leave and witness the continuation of the great era... …

But he actually kept me participating in that useless war council. When does Caledor need the consent of the war council to launch a war? Eltharion is a good war lord, more serious and pragmatic than Tyrion, but he..."

Agthel took a sip of water and was not prepared to complain too much about his experiences over the past century. He had replaced Randy as the de facto head of the nobility, but the situation was much more difficult than during Randy's regency era.

"Think about it, when was the last time Drachnir drew his sword?"

"Going to Athel Loren sixty years ago..."

"Yes, the dragon prince of Caledor, a blood descendant of the dragon tamer who has not yet obtained the position of dragon lord from his father. It has been sixty years since the battle!"

"But you can't deny Drachnir so much. Think about the situation in Caledor before Imric became the Phoenix King. We have the most powerful army and the poorest education level, except for Nagaryth , Caledo’s average knowledge level is the lowest among all countries.

The first thing every child will use after birth is not a toy, but the sword and armor left by his father! Think about Elvis, does he still have any memory of his father? At least during the hundred years of Draknir's rule, we can feel the changes in life, instead of..."

Agthel threw down the wine bottle with a firm tone. "I would rather Althea's children take my sword and understand what responsibility is, rather than see the family become a backer for businessmen and politicians to seek profits!"

Beatrix stopped talking, stroked her husband's long hair, and put her cheek on the shoulder that smelled of wine: "I know...you think you have been abandoned and become the cornerstone of the times. Imrik and Draknir gave the best treatment to all the dedicated warriors, but it failed to satisfy the deepest vision in his heart...

But this time, Drachnir is serious. He has ordered the courtiers to return to Kalede and ask the Vaal Church to light the fire and raise the temperature of the volcano..."

Agthel was silent for a long time, looking straight at the sky outside the door, as if he was remembering something...

"Beatrix, I want to be a hero, a hero like Occestes... He will be forever engraved in our memory, the figure standing in front of the door of the ancestral treasure house, and the past and present. The coincidence is a sadness we can never let go of.”

"You already are." There was a hint of crying in Beatrix's tone. That weird curse would eventually come to every elf mercilessly, swallowing up everything they cherished.

Agthel gently raised a strand of white hair scattered on his shoulders, mocking himself with a hint of relief: "Maybe, since the palace is calling, I will naturally go and summon the warriors of Fengxiao City. No matter what happens, we will It is the sharpest blade in Caledor..."

The Lord of Fengxiao City took his wife's hand and stood up. There were strong and complex emotions in his eyes when they looked at each other, but they turned into calmness in the end, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into hesitation.

"Beatrix, I..."

"Go, my husband, and prove the honor and strength of House Adonis."

The wife's sadness turned into a smile, just like the one she had three hundred years ago when she watched her husband go to the Dragon Gate to report on his work.

"Well, say hello to Althea for me, and tell Davian to treat our daughter well."

The words of farewell showed the Dragon Prince's last tenderness. As he walked in the huge manor, there were only waves of emptiness in his heart.

Asuryan's curse... still came, and no one could escape the gaze of the indifferent god. Even though he and the Phoenix King were close friends, the emptiness in his soul could not be erased.

As he walked in the lush woods, on the straight oak trees, he seemed to see figures that had been gone for a long time.

"Randy, Wycliffe, Turner, Felix, Elana...is this what it feels like to be about to die? Suddenly I understand Azra, haha."

In the city lord's hall, Agthel picked up the magic stone that symbolized the call of war after a long time, and contacted his blood brothers.

"Adtelis, how is the situation at Dawn Fortress..."

"Everything is fine, but your tone?"

The Dragon Prince on the other side was keenly aware of his brother's weirdness, and then joked: "Could it be that Beatrix scolded you again for drinking too much and neglecting business."

"Yes, she is a crazy woman who stares at me in this empty hall all day long."

The sadness was not revealed, but in the end it was an invitation.

"How long has it been since you and I fought side by side, brother."

"It's so long that I have forgotten it. It must have been a hundred years ago."

"If I ask you to leave Dawn Fortress temporarily and join me in fighting an unidentified enemy, will you come?"

"Unless you are asking me to fight Lothern...where is the time?"

"Now."

Edtellis's laughter was different from the gloomy one in Agathel's past impression. It must have been that Tyron Locke woman who had completely relieved his brother's heart.

"If you do it in the name of brother, not in the name of the Lord of Wind Howl City, I may be the only one who can participate in Dawn Fortress."

"That's enough, but I also want Elvis to join us in this family gathering after a long time."

"I hope he can still remember that he is the son of Windhowling City, not... the damn Prince Aenir, I will ask him to be present."

Edtelis cursed and responded to his brother's call with action. No matter who the opponent was or what the reason was, as long as it was a blood brother's request, he would respond without hesitation.

Brother...?

Agthel put down the magic stone and looked at the chair next to him as a city lord. He thought of Elvis's father...the heroic dragon prince, and also thought of the first time he heard about Elvis's role in Nagaryth. The grief when he sacrificed his life to save His Highness was expressed in a silent tone.

"You have a great kid...brother." (End of Chapter)