Chapter 457 The Big Guy on the Beach

After communicating with Fenubar, Imrik stretched himself, regretting that he couldn't sit still. He looked at the time and found that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

It was a rather awkward time, it seemed a bit too early to stop working, but it seemed too close to dinner time if I wanted to do something.

"When did you become so lazy that you actually wanted to rest?"

Sighing secretly that living a quiet life made me feel a little lazy, I took out the relevant information about the wood elves and read through it.

Choosing to go to Athel Loren would definitely not be to say hello to these Aslays who had not been in contact for thousands of years. Understanding the current progress of Lilith was the key to the problem.

And she will definitely not refuse an important person who wants to control, and goes to the vicinity of Bretonnia. If she can brainwash herself and become a god to choose to work for her life, she may wake up laughing in her dreams.

Time was passing slowly, and the maid gently knocked on the wooden door of the study to remind her that it was time for dinner.

Sitting with Adila at a wooden table with a diameter of only half a meter, after finishing the tasteless food, Imric just wanted to complain. He knew that he only liked eating meat, but he ended up serving a large amount of it. Piles of fruits and vegetables.

Adila didn't eat so much, and in the end she could only eat it in her own stomach.

Adila wiped away some residue at the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, watched her husband finish the last bowl of vegetable soup, and subconsciously raised his hand, knowing his next move.

"do not move."

Turning over the clean side of the handkerchief, Adila raised her hand to wipe away a little soup from the corner of her husband's mouth.

"You should really get rid of your military camp habits. This is a palace and you need to pay attention to etiquette."

"It's as if you haven't wiped your mouth with your hands." Although he was retorting, the expression of enjoyment on Imrik's face showed that he did not resist this behavior at all.

"Why don't you go for a walk? It's a bit boring to stay here all day." As a man, he should never let a woman take the initiative to bring up the matter of walking. This was Imric's realization after thinking about it all afternoon.

"Hmm~, where to go?"

"The port, I heard it's more lively there at night."

After the two stood up, a servant quickly took away the remaining plates.

A carriage, pulled by a groom, had already arrived in front of the palace gate, but a horse moved faster than it.

With his flawless and strong body, long mane, and the distinctive dragon-shaped ruby ​​pendant hanging around his neck, he is obviously the Dragon Prince's staunch mount, Motellius.

The war horse that had served for many years walked to Imrik, stretched out his tongue and licked the pointed ears, then walked to Adira, lowered his head and looked at the increasingly bulging belly. With his extraordinary wisdom, he understood that it would soon be over. A little master appeared.

Adira, whose head was given to Motellius, kept reaching out and stroking its graceful neck, "Don't make trouble, the two of us are just going for a walk, stay at home and be obedient."

Seeing this, Imric could only say that he had seen the wrong horse, and he was actually closer to Adira. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and ordered the groom next to him,

"Go and get the side saddle, and take another horse by the way."

The groom quickly brought the side saddle prepared for the lady and the high-quality war horses raised in the stable, intending to saddle Mortellius first.

But Adira had some objections and looked at Imrik, "Why, do you think that when I became a lady, I forgot that I was a warrior and actually used such a sissy thing as a side saddle?"

"My Princess Adira, you are wearing a long skirt now, and you are also pregnant. Just riding Motelius for you, do you know how worried I am?" Imrik planned to persuade her earnestly.

Seeing the same disgusted looks from Adira and Mortellius, he could only help Adila up after changing the side saddle, and then transfer to another horse.

Riding horses, the two began to enjoy the scenery along the way. The sky was about to become dark at night, and large clouds and mist were floating in the sky. The salty breeze blowing from the sea caused ripples, causing the sea water to drift toward the land, and the tidal surges. On the rocks, there was a crashing echo.

Looking at the bustling crowd not far away, ships from the Old World and Ulthuan are still moored at the dock. Sailors are pouring into the tavern, trying to find something to relieve the pressure of sailing at sea.

Some people who find it stuffy indoors will set up a few tables outside and ask the waiters nearby to bring them wine and food. The dock workers who had been busy all day also took off the heavy burden on their shoulders and came to the place where they worked during the day to have a few drinks with friends.

Many children were holding fishing rods, trying to provide some extra food for the family in this safe area close to the land. Businessmen who cannot keep up with the commercial activities in the city choose to set up stalls on the spot and shout loudly to attract attention.

Adila saw all this in her eyes, caressing her belly,

"This place is actually pretty good. As long as the lizardmen don't come and cause trouble, the actual development speed is much faster than we previously expected."

"That's not true. If a few more brats are born, I have to think about how to solve the inheritance problem. At least there is more space, and I don't have to think about who should give the throne. But those who are really capable should fight for themselves. A piece of land comes out.”

"It's troublesome enough to give birth to just one child, but if I have to give birth to several more, you really think I'm a rabbit."

"It's not that I can't afford to raise them." Regarding whether the family can grow, Imrik thought this was a serious question, but after thinking about it, after all, giving birth to a child was very harmful to the body, so he could only say to Adira,

"But in the end, it all depends on what you think. It's troublesome to have too many babies. It's really a headache to have two baby dragons to raise."

Adila covered her mouth and chuckled twice. Of course she planned to have a few more children. After all, Tyron Locke still needed a future successor, but now was not the time to talk about this.

My father is still in good health and has led an army to Naggaroth some time ago, intending to support this feat that has not been seen in thousands of years.

After approaching the port, Imric walked inside with the two horses. The Elven War Horse's IQ didn't need to be held at all, which was worry-free and trouble-free.

While listening to the bragging of sailors from all over the world and looking at various newly unloaded commodities, Adila's eyes were quickly attracted by a group of exceptionally tall people.

"That's an ogre, right? I don't remember signing a permit to let an ogre in."

"You didn't sign a permit to allow ogres to enter, but you didn't prohibit these big guys from acting as escorts for merchants to come to Lustria." Imrik reminded him immediately, like a little follower reminding his love. The princess who forgets things.

Looking at the group of ogres lying on the ground, wailing, Adira felt a little curious. When she learned about ogres in Ulthuan, she often had the impression of brutality, gluttony, and bloodthirsty. .

But the few years he spent in Lustria still made him have some changes towards other races, and he turned to look at Imric.

"Go up and have a look?"