Chapter 815 The Emperor as a Man

"The emperor is also a human being. Do you, as the Prince of Caledor, just want to live with the dragon?"

Listening to Magnus's question, Imric wanted to nod in agreement, but he seemed particularly unconvincing. The old boy's look at Phyllis just now must have guessed everything.

Since there is no way to refute, just confuse the concepts. This is Asul's consistent style.

"If Prince Caledor's request is to live with a dragon, I will definitely abide by this rule."

Magnus sneered disdainfully, but his tough-tongued look was still so familiar. The two occasionally had arguments when exchanging letters, but with the Dragon Prince's tough-talking and inconsiderate ways, the emperor always became angry.

"Stop talking about this, order some food and drinks, we will never stop getting drunk today!"

The waiter handed over the wine list and waited for the orders of the two dignitaries with a pen and paper. As someone who frequented this tavern, he naturally knew that the emperor liked to say some shocking things after drinking.

After hearing about the arrangement, he had already suspended business and concentrated on serving the wine party of the two big shots whom he had not seen for a long time.

Magnus handed Imric the wine list and said directly to the waiter,

"Two barrels of troll vomit, two barrels of Nuln ale."

The waiter did not question whether he could finish the drink. Even if His Majesty the Emperor only took a sip, it was the greatest honor for the Drunken Troll Tavern.

He wrote the requirements on the cardboard in the most standard posture. Seeing Imrik who was still hesitant, he took the initiative to recommend some good drinks to the guests based on his professional habits.

"Your Highness the Dragon Prince, the tavern has just purchased two bottles of Colonite brandy from Bretonnia. If you don't mind the taste of brandy, I recommend you try it."

Imrik, who was browsing the Old World Wine Encyclopedia, rejected it directly without thinking. Only dogs would drink Bretonnian wine.

No, in Caledor, even dogs wouldn’t drink Bretonnian wine, and they would worry about polluting the environment if they poured it into the sea.

"No, I hate Bretonnia, whether it's their so-called Lady of the Lake or the special brandy for mustaches."

The attendant calmly accepted the rejection. Before serving the two national leaders, he already knew that the Dragon Prince had some unique habits. He only needed to follow them without thinking too much.

Because this elf prince was definitely not targeting anyone, he was just expressing his thoughts without any concealment.

Imrik, who was thinking about it, finally set his target on Kislev. As an elf with many bad connections with the cold northern kingdom, he was already somewhat accustomed to the spiciness of vodka and the slightly sourness of kvass.

Since he and Magnus met during the Great Holy War, he should commemorate this friendship with local drinks.

"Two barrels of Progion vodka, and half a barrel of Mazov No. 1 kvass. Some Altdorf smoked sausages and venison steaks. Do you have any smoked griffon legs?"

This joke left the waiter speechless. Smoked griffon legs? I'm afraid you are the only one who dares to make such a joke in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

Magnus kept chuckling and took the initiative to answer the question for the waiter.

"We don't have smoked gryphon legs, but I can get you smoked dragon legs from the Altdorf Zoo. I'll make sure there's something fun to watch in Nunn tonight."

"That's really good. I heard that the dragon doesn't even pay attention to you. Maybe I, the dragon lord, should give it a try?"

When gods fight, mortals suffer. The waiter silently retreats from the table, not daring to get involved in the verbal dispute between the two bosses. He must treat everything that happens here as if nothing happened.

Today is just a day of suspension of business.

The troll vomit was brought to the table first, and the familiar smell made Magnus feel so satisfied. He looked at Imrik jokingly as he poured Prokin Vodka into the cup.

"I remember this Plokin, he seems to be the knight blessed by Katrin."

Imric nodded as he filled the wine glass, and spoke of the unknown secret with a little nostalgia,

"He is a madman who single-handedly protects all the innocent civilians in Kislev City, but even he himself is convinced that these civilians are just food for the future, livestock in the dark kingdom ruled by the Snow Queen. "

Magnus nodded silently. As an emperor who was very sensitive to the situation, after the Patriotic Army recaptured Kislev, he had already predicted that most of the residents in the city might be like Sylvania, and most of them would become exhausted. Bones.

But what was left to the Patriot Army in the end was a city of Kislev that only lost a lot of wealth, but its most important population even increased. This must have a deep connection with the traitor Prokin.

"Speaking of which, many people did not expect Mazov's sacrifice. It was not until later that I realized his intention. As a martyr, he became a flame, which can still warm those lost in the cold even in the darkest moments. people."

With a tone of admiration, the devout man shook his head and sighed, "I sometimes have this idea. When an empire is in danger of life and death, I take the initiative to patrol in order to inspire those who come after me and let them remember that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire. Even if the emperor It cannot be avoided.

But after thinking about it in the end, I decided to forget it. "

Imric was shaking the glass with some curiosity, "How can I say, the empire needs a symbol to inspire people. Before you was Sigma, but after you, it will be difficult for anyone to take on this important responsibility."

"I would rather the empire maintain peace than a life-and-death battle. How does the symbolic meaning of my personal martyrdom compare with the peace of the empire."

After taking a mouthful of troll vomit, Magnus turned to the subject of Caledor.

"I heard that you have handed over the power of the palace to Drachnir. Are you preparing for the funeral like me?"

Imrik poured a full glass of vodka for his old friend, with some emotion in his tone.

"Maybe, since he was born, I have realized how big the burden of a kingdom is. Rather than causing a series of troubles at a critical moment, I prefer to believe that even at this age, he can show what a prince should be like. appearance."

Prince Long laughed at himself, then scolded and scolded a little angrily,

"What are you talking about to a man who has no heirs? How can you understand the relationship between a father and a son?"

Magnus shrugged and responded indifferently, "But I was once a son, so don't treat me like a human being. If it weren't for the special status of the Chosen Gods and the Emperor, I might have had descendants all over my house."

Speaking of identity, Imric knew what his old friend meant. If Magnus had an heir, then the imperial throne might be fixed. The influence of the church is so huge that only a few powerful electors can compete with it. Except for a few, most of them follow the arrangements of the church.

Take Ulthuan as an example. The son of the Conqueror King is also the Phoenix King, but the results are self-evident. (End of chapter)