Chapter 451 When You Were Born, the Entire Caledor Mountains Were Calling Your Name

Chapter 451 When you were born, the entire Caledor Mountains were calling your name...

Three years have passed since the end of the Lustria Holy War. The first thing everyone returned to Caledor was not a celebration banquet, but to choose a person to replace the dragon lord to lead the army and expedition to Nagaroth.

Imrik, who was not present, heard that the noble council had started a fight at that time. From battle exploits to tactics, marching routes to personnel distribution, reconnaissance directions and assault response, everyone with qualifications expressed their opinions in the large council hall.

In the end, it turned into a military classroom, focusing on how to quickly and effectively destroy Krakalond. The final winner was Masnow. His identity as a champion warrior added a lot of points to him. In addition, coupled with his background status as a Tal Khaled noble, Randy supported him as a conductor.

Others can only sign up on the expedition list in despair. Although they can't get the greatest honor, they can still get by with killing a few Druzis.

Only Imrik, who had relieved his military duties, was full of contentment. He was lying in the prince's palace in Qingyan Port, looking at Adira who was sitting on the office chair and still processing documents.

Looking at Adila, whose long skirt could no longer hide the outline of her belly, a sentence suddenly came to her mind and she couldn't help but read it out:

"My son, when you were born, all the mountains of Caledor called your name:..."

"What are you mumbling about? If you have time to lie down, why don't you come over and get some documents!"

After hearing her husband's words, Adila clenched the quill in her hand, and several slender veins appeared on the back of her hand.

At that time, she also enthusiastically signed up to participate in the military expedition to Nagaroth. After all, Imric had returned and had stepped down from military duties. She must find a supervisor to go with her to show that the royal family attached great importance to this operation.

Unexpectedly, he was sternly rejected by the parliament. On the surface, he said that he was unable to protect his wife, but implicitly, he only meant one thing, to quickly find an heir.

This made Adila a little angry, although a child would be born soon, and she was somewhat happy to be a mother soon.

It can be seen that the husband is wearing a robe, leaning lazily on a chair, and there is wine on the table next to him. He takes a sip from time to time, and his heart is filled with unknown anger.

"Imrik! Are you the prince, or am I the prince? Forget it because of your health and the affairs of the Southern Great Forest Sea in the past few years, why are you still asking me to do these government affairs now?"

But Imrik just buttoned his nostrils and didn't care about his wife's words.

"My Princess Adila, who doesn't know that it is more useful to look for you than me. Some time ago, those Kislev diplomats who came to ask for money did not look for me. Instead, they looked for you directly."

"I, the prince, are already just a decoration. Apart from a bunch of old guys in the country, and the Phoenix King's affairs that require my intervention, you are more suitable than me to establish a people-friendly image."

The quill was thrown out quickly, flying towards Imrik's head at an extremely fast speed, like an arrow flying through the air.

"Oh, you murdered your husband, right?"

A scream came from Imrik's mouth, and to show the authenticity of this incident, he pretended to rub his forehead with his hands.

Adila sneered, pretending that he was asking for it, but soon she couldn't help it and burst into laughter.

The husband has become more and more involved in daily life. He no longer only thinks about war and the country. If he were thrown out in this state without any guards, people who didn't know him might just think he was a noble young man.

Looking at the documents on the desk, Adila suddenly felt that power seemed to be just like this. She capped the ink bottle, smoothed the slightly wrinkled long skirt with her hands, and said to her husband who was still pretending,

"Suddenly I don't want to do anything anymore. Come with me for a walk on the street. Remember to bring some gold coins. You won't ask me to pay for it."

Imrik, who had a deep understanding of women's ability to shop, covered his forehead. This time he really had a headache, not just pretending.

"With your big belly, aren't you afraid of being assassinated?"

Taking off the gauze shawl from the hanger, Adila raised her eyebrows and wondered,

"So the Dragon Lord doesn't even have the confidence to protect his wife and unborn son. He needs the Flameborn Knight to stay by his side to feel safe."

"Or maybe we have to order Mi Shan, who is on wedding vacation in Chulong Bay, to come back quickly, otherwise he won't even dare to leave the house."

The stimulated Imric immediately stood up, hung the Dragon Fire Sword on his waist from the weapon rack at the back, walked to Adira, bent his left elbow,

"Your knights will definitely kill all the young people. No one dares to look at the noble princess with dirty eyes."

Adila covered her mouth and chuckled for a moment, stretched out her hand to hug his strong arm,

"If you, a knight, knew more poetry, you might actually have something to offer."

Imrik immediately wanted to speak out the poem he had learned before, but was quickly stopped by Adira who knew what was on his mind.

A beautiful eye roll appeared on his wife's face, and what she said made Imric feel a little embarrassed.

"Stop talking about your dragon-calling song. Do you know how I responded when others asked me when I returned to Tyron Locke and said what touching words the Dragon Prince said to you?"

"Ahem, I believe they don't dare to ask this question. You must have made it up."

In order to cover up his embarrassment, Imrik could only choose to answer this way. Who would have thought that the Dragon Prince would know other poems besides dragon-calling songs. Even if there were some relevant ones in the palace education, he would forget them in the blink of an eye.

"I said……"

Facing Imrik's curious gaze, Adira chose to end her words and pulled him forward.

"you guess."

"So let me guess, or let the person who asked guess."

"I don't know, don't ask me."

"Okay, just be happy. If anyone dares to continue asking about this matter, I promise to teach him a lesson he will never forget."

The two chatted for a while and slowly walked out of the palace office. This place was only used as a place for rest and work. It adhered to the usual frugal style and was not as grand as the Dragon Hall.

In addition to the indispensable dragon-shaped decoration, there are only two statues of Minas Nir and Indra Gurnir placed here. In addition, there is a team of Pyro Knights and the personal servant Adira. The elves and servants in the palace are all Kisli ladies.

An exquisite-looking Kislev woman stepped forward, put her hand on her plump chest, lowered her head and asked,

"Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness, Madam Prince, do you need to prepare a carriage?"

"How to say?"

For this kind of problem, Imric chose to leave the decision to Adira.

Adila looked at Imrik's reaction with quite satisfaction. Her husband didn't even give this delicate-looking woman a second glance. Regardless of his status as a prince, he was actually quite conscientious.

"Need not."

"yes."

Adila, who remembered something, squeezed her husband's arm and reminded,

"By the way, let the Flameborn Knight stay away. Have you forgotten that last time, the two of us went out for a walk, but there was no one on the street?"

She has no power to order these pretentious dragon princes. Except for some key orders, she will obey her own opinion. They will only listen to Imrik's words.

After being reminded, Imric waved his hand to the following Flame Knights to do what they should do. Although his physical condition was unable to maintain high-intensity fighting, it was more than enough to deal with some thieves.

Even though Adila has a big belly, she is probably even more ferocious than these thieves when it comes to fighting.

Strolling towards the outside of the palace, the wide road is planted with flowers and trees unique to Lustria on both sides. When the red flowers are in full bloom, they emit bursts of gorgeous fragrance.

Several elves in work clothes were cutting Milanese flowers. These plants that were loved by Madam cannot be managed by humans at all. Carelessness will turn the originally blooming flowers into an unsightly mess.

"What do you think our son should be called?"

While Imric was paying attention to whether there were any noteworthy threats around him, Adira obviously noticed her husband's gaze, and her thin lips curled up slightly, feeling moved but also a little helpless.

He obviously cares about his own safety, but this kind of subconscious behavior is a bit redundant for a prince.

He is more of a warrior than a ruler, always aware of threats that may arise around him, even in his own residence.

"I haven't thought about it yet, how about calling me Madres Nil?"

Out of consideration for her husband's habits, Adira, who had only a preliminary understanding of dragon language, chose to recall the family history of dragon tamers, and soon understood who this dragon language name symbolized - the dragon of the conquering King Caledor I. partner.

"Why do you even want to name your son the same as the ancestral conquering king? Wouldn't it be weird to put a draconic name on an elf?"

"No, my name is the name of the first dragon who fought with the elves. Why don't people find it strange? If Malekith's dead dog hadn't been alive, I would have wanted to be named Indraguni Er, his presence tarnishes the honor of his father Aenarion."

The gesture of covering her forehead appeared on Adira. She had always found it difficult to understand the Caledonians' feelings for dragons. If they had a choice in their next life, most of them would definitely choose to become a dragon.

"Aren't you afraid that Minas Nil will be angry? This is his father's name."

Imrik was shocked by these words, and he stared at Adira,

"How could it be angry? Wouldn't it be a good thing to have an extra toy?"

Forget it, don't argue with him, just think whatever you want.

"How do you plan to find a dragon companion for your son? Now there is only one awakened dragon left in Ingersus, and with its character, I think it is better not to find it to avoid being led astray."

As a mother, Adira has already planned to build a dragon for her unborn son. Otherwise, with Imrik's attitude of treating his son as a toy, he might end up in Minas Nir when he is two hundred years old. Been on my back.

"Find him a dragon egg. I remember that there are already two in the Dragon's Back Mountains that are about to hatch soon. Minas Nir is not in the mood to take care of these two little guys whose parents are sleeping, so you have to let me come."

Imrik shrugged and said that this matter had been arranged for a long time. One of the two dragon eggs was given to Addie for her unborn son, and the other was to see if Alarielle was willing to allow her daughter to accept it. Training of the Dragon Prince.

More than a hundred years are enough for a young dragon to turn into a strong Yang dragon with the ability to live independently. The relationships cultivated since childhood are the best.

The main reason is that I feel a little restless during this period of training and want to keep some pets for fun.

"Well, it seems that you already have an idea. I also want him to learn the chariot."

"Chariots, as I said before, are all junk. My son must..."

Seeing Adira's scorching gaze, Imric felt a murderous intention and could only express his cowardice.

"You must learn various fighting methods without any shortcomings."

The two discussed with each other about the education methods of their son, and walked around in front of the market.

In order to ensure that this shopping trip went smoothly, Adila activated the long-prepared ring on her arm, made some changes to their appearance, and prepared to enjoy this rare peaceful life for a moment.

The shouts of vendors, the exchanges of travelers, the sound of carriage wheels on the ground, the laughter of children chasing each other... make this city, which was built less than ten years ago, particularly vibrant.

Business travelers from all over are willing to come here, and humans from all the kingdoms of the old world can be seen here, except for the Bretonnians.

Adira, who handles government affairs on behalf of Imrik, has never understood why her husband has always had such a firm attitude towards Bretonnia. Not only has he not sent a diplomatic envoy to establish contact with the principalities of Bretonnia.

Even some adventure knights sneaked into Lustria in an attempt to find the way to the Holy Grail, but they would be sent back immediately, and if they disobeyed, they would sink into the sea.

"It seems that Magnus is having a good time these days. He is in the mood to send someone to buy some toys at the market." Seeing the familiar gryphon heraldry robe, Imric immediately judged that this person was in the market. The human viewing the stone must be an emissary of Magnus.

"Magnus is much better than you. The embassy has always praised him for his diligence in government affairs, traveling to and from various provinces of the empire, and when dealing with greenskins and beastmen, he did not forget to improve the welfare of civilians." Adira used Magnus. Si's behavior came to convey dissatisfaction with the current situation of her husband's mess.

But Imric just pretended to be stupid and kept looking around, as if it was his first time in the city. He was attracted by the prosperous scene and did not hear his wife's words.

Adira, who knew Imrik's character well, did not dwell on this matter, and walked arm in arm to the position of the Magnus envoy.

"Let's go and have a look."

"This price seems a bit too expensive, right? We have a good alliance with the Dragon Palace, can it be cheaper?"

The special envoy held a piece of lapis lazuli, his eyes full of desire, but the price was indeed a bit too expensive. He was just a manager who came to Qingyan Port to exchange technology, and did not hold a large amount of gold to purchase armaments.

As the shop owner, Mrs. Kisli tapped her fingers on the price tag under the glass, and saw a jaw-dropping price - one hundred and fifty gold leaf coins.

"I'm sorry, guest from the empire. You also know how precious lapis lazuli is. As a mineral pigment, it is the purest blue. There is almost no way to obtain this pure blue except lapis lazuli. The weight of this piece in your hand is less than a thousand. Five hundred and fifty-six grams, this price is already considered a discount.”

"Can it be cheaper? I plan to use this precious pigment to present a commemorative painting to the emperor..." The special envoy was a little unsure. There is almost no output of lapis lazuli in the empire. Its rarity makes it more expensive than gold of equal weight. , if you buy it with one hundred and fifty gold leaf coins, you will have to hand over seven gold leaf coins as customs duty.

The shop owner shook his head and said that there was nothing he could do about the matter. He was just a laborer. Most of the things in the shop were rare gadgets obtained by mercenaries in the southern Dalinhai. After identification and deeming them to be harmless, they were transferred to the welfare officials. Commissioned to establish a point of sale in the bazaar.

The special envoy was a little helpless and planned to put down the precious raw materials in his hands.

"Well, since the friends of the Empire are interested in this piece of lapis lazuli, just take it. I hope you can draw a reasonably beautiful portrait of Magnus."

As an enthusiastic young man, Imrik could only provide some help when seeing the imperial envoy in such distress.

Magnus himself had heard a little bit about his policy, which was an attempt to recover from the wounds caused by the War of the Three Emperors and the Vampire War, to open up the wasteland that had been turned into ruins, and to build new gathering places of various sizes.

But he is also engaged in reconstruction, and he is also engaged in the School of Magic and the School of Engineering, which may lead to him being too poor to uncover the pot. After all, except for the fact that he can get some oil and water from the fat sheep of Marienburg, most other parts of the empire are the same.

When the envoy heard this, he turned to look at the two elves who were speaking. The man was handsome and tall, and the woman was extremely beautiful. They had the same temperament, but they had never seen them before. They looked like a couple going out for a stroll.

But he did not refuse the enthusiasm and immediately said, "I am Walton Otis, from Nunn. Please leave your address. When I save enough money, I will wire it to you immediately."

Adira covered her mouth and chuckled, as if she was very happy at the special envoy's words. I'm afraid that if her husband stayed in Hesiota for a few minutes, the skinks that offered the sacrifice would be able to collect these gold leaf coins.

"No need to be like this, just think of it as a small gesture. After all, I admired Magnus's heroism in personally killing Isava Kuhl."

Imric scolded Magnus for snatching the head without leaving any trace, took out a card with a dragon pattern from his robe, and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"By the way, I'll get some mussel powder for my friends in the empire. After all, the gryphon war flag needs to use the most natural purple pigment to show its nobility."

The shopkeeper took the card and fiddled with the special magic machine without showing any shocked expression.

After all, the card belonged to Elvis, and his identity was not enough to arrange for the card of the bank's best customer.

A bag of mussel powder wrapped in animal skin was delivered to the special envoy, who was greeted with a smile on his face and a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Okay, when you get this painting out, tell Magnus that there is someone in Caledor who remembers the bottle of troll vomit."

The special envoy thought that the elves in front of him were those who fought with the emperor in the great holy war, and he could not help but be in awe.

"This is my honor. I will definitely convey your words to His Majesty Magnus intact."