Chapter 472 The Shadow of the Dragon Prince

The dark figure bowing in the court slowly explained what happened in the military factory yesterday. His hoarse and low tone made it difficult to tell his age.

"Juan agreed to Elvis' invitation to serve as the Viper's ordnance officer."

As the person being reported, Imrik said that he knew about it. He had intentionally revealed Juan's information to the little slippery Elvis, otherwise it would have been impossible for anyone to know about it due to the level of secrecy of the Vaal priest, who was nicknamed the madman.

But looking at the dark figure in front of me who was still bowing, his face covered with a black cloth, and his body wrapped in soft silver armor, I couldn't help but say,

"Phyllis, I just sent you to learn how to collect intelligence and concealment skills from the Shadow King, and your action style has become like the rats of Nagaryth. This is very unCalledor, and I am very unhappy."

The shadow that was pierced by the words found it difficult to maintain his stern figure, so he could only pull down the black cloth covering his face, revealing an unusually delicate and pretty face, with a few disobedient silver hair scattered in front of his forehead.

With her small nose, thin lips, and clear red eyes, she looks like a young girl, but a tear mole in the corner of her eye adds a bit of charm to this girl.

Phyllis explained, her tone this time became extremely normal, her voice was as clear and touching as the cry of a nightingale,

"Ahem, Your Highness, I tried to carry out the mission as normal before, but the mission targets thought that I was your maid and did not believe in a cleanup agency at all. In order to ensure the execution, I had no choice but to learn from the Nagareth people. style."

After finishing speaking, there was a look of coquettishness in her eyes. As a noble woman loyal to the dragon tamer family, she had served Imrik since she could remember.

The operation to save Minasnir that year resulted in the death of a large number of Imrik's noble attendants, and only a few survived.

But why, I only stayed in Nagaris for a few years, and when I returned to Caledor, I heard that Imrik and Adira were getting married.

We said we only like dragons, but why did we marry an elf? The key is, I haven't even held hands with him!

No, I think I did, but that was when he was twelve years old, and he was only eight years old at the time...

But as a straight man, Imric didn't even think about it, thinking that Phyllis's eyes were complaining that he didn't clearly divide her responsibilities, so he said casually,

"Our style of doing things is to come to see whoever is unhappy and beat them until they are satisfied."

He raised his head and recalled, "I still remember one hundred and sixty years ago, when two brats from Itaien dared to spread slanderous remarks about Caledo. You took a group of us and rushed directly to his manor. Inside, I beat him up with his guards."

Felice blushed at these words, and she twisted a little, looking a little embarrassed.

"This was because we were ignorant at the time, and in the end we had to trouble the prince to resolve the dispute for us."

But Imric just snorted, "Come on, the old man even beat up their head of the house afterwards, saying that Prince Caledor Dragon dared to let the guards stop him when he came to the door. He simply refused to let the dragon palace go." In the eyes.”

"But that beating was really comfortable. I like the way these Lothern people looked dissatisfied but didn't dare to say anything. I still remember the look in the tavern owner's eyes. It's really embarrassing."

As he spoke, Imrik picked up the wine glass and took a sip, shouting happily.

Phyllis's heart was petrified when she saw this situation. According to the relevant information she collected during this period, if a man doesn't shy away from telling something that looks like a heroic deed, but is actually just a hooligan's scandal, it's probably just... Treat you like a brother.

After all, which prince would talk about rushing to the door and beating people like a gangster, especially a person like Imric who cares about his image.

It’s over…

An invisible teardrop appeared on Phyllis' cheek. My dragon prince had changed. He was no longer the cold and arrogant person before, but had become like the greasy image of his fathers.

Woohoo~

However, the appearance of a person interrupted Phyllis' inner little theater.

Creon carried a bag of things and walked to the pavilion with firm steps. He looked at the two young men with some curiosity. One was laughing, and the other was whispering something inaudible with a sad face.

"Phyllis, why do you have time to stay here? I have a shift tonight. Do you want a drink?"

But these words made Phyllis even more desperate. It turned out that in Uncle Creon's eyes, she was already someone she could drink with, and I was only two hundred..., no, only one hundred and fifty years old.

Reluctantly making a smile, Phyllis responded,

"No, Uncle Creon, I have a mission tonight."

Just when Creon was about to say forget it, Imric stopped laughing at the memory and asked doubtfully, "I remember you should be free in the evening, right?"

"Work overtime, work overtime."

Not only a good buddy, but also a good employee. Imric mentally praised this kind of person who volunteered to work overtime, and turned to ask Creon,

"How is it going?"

Knowing that he was reporting the situation, Creon did not have the playful expression on his face just now and said seriously,

"Althea's recruitment of manpower went quite smoothly. In three days, 623 people were recruited. Most of them were Kisli ladies aged between 20 and 30, as well as some people from the empire."

"The payoff promised by Giant Viper is high, with some hints of hidden benefits."

"But I don't understand. How can they have the money to maintain such a high military expenditure when domestic families are prohibited from giving funds."

Imrik pointed at the table and explained to the guard captain, "Snake God Prophet, Elvis has found a big backer. Not to mention these six hundred people, even if it were increased ten times, it would still be a small number for the prophet. "

"Indicate them to stop recruiting. If too many young adults are recruited from Qingyan Port, it will affect the social economy."

Creon nodded to express his understanding. He had actually helped the daughter of the former chief Agathel a lot, otherwise the government approval alone would have taken a lot of time.

Although the prince stopped each family from giving too much support, the hidden influence cannot be eliminated. Old Hallandur even went to the Var Anvil himself, intending to take advantage of the giant viper's poor military backup.

Phyllis, who was originally looking depressed, came back to her senses when she heard this, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I think they need a little extra support. These young people are important pillars of the future kingdom and there can be no mistakes."

Obviously she was remembering what happened to her companions more than ten years ago. The original group of hundreds of nobles centered on Imric had become a handful of people. This scene must not be allowed to happen again.

Imrik looked dumbfounded, thinking that he was throwing them into hell for a trial, even though the origin was a bit of a trial road like Master Baator.

But the situation is completely different. The number of elves is just this, and the number of dragon princes is even rarer. Master Baator has inheritance and territorial issues. The Holy Grail Trial is the result of the integration of theocracy and politics, but Caledo does not need to be like this.

"Don't worry, I have found a nanny for them. What they lack is not strength, but experience."

Hearing Imrik's explanation, the two of them felt relieved. Now that the serious talk was over, they had to talk about other things.

Phyllis rolled her smart eyes and asked,

"I heard that a good tavern has opened in the city. Do you want to try it?"

Being a man of moral integrity, Creon wanted to refuse, but Imrik had already swallowed.

It shouldn't matter if you drink a little, because because of Adira's pregnancy, drinks such as spirits are almost extinct in the palace.

Moreover, this is a good brother who I grew up with, so there is no reason to refuse such an invitation.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but poke his head in and ask,

"Several?"

Phyllis, who knew the secret codes well, knew that this was asking how many people there were, and whispered,

"two."

These words made Imric stick his head out a little more and ask again,

"Several?"

"Eight." This is asking what time it starts.

"Hidden?" Imrik asked for cover.

"OK."

Phyllis crossed her hands on her belly and pretended to be a lady, "Move?"

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Imrik leaned back in his chair and said, "Do it."

Only Creon, who didn't understand the situation, was confused. He could only say that these young people really knew how to play.