Chapter 818 The Absent Person

In the second half of the night, the two of them, already drunk to the point of confusion, continued to consume the hotel's inventory. Judging from the dozens of wooden barrels scattered nearby, they were already regarded as heroes in the wine industry.

The drunken Magnus acted a little rude. He supported his cheek with his left hand and barely let his head fall on the wooden table. However, his right hand still did not forget to move. He pointed at Imric who seemed to be fine across the way and said,

"I really didn't expect you to get married. What kind of woman can fall in love with an arrogant, arrogant, foul-mouthed and stubborn elf? When I heard the news, I was very, uh..."

The emperor covered his mouth, bowed down, and hurriedly pulled an empty wine barrel next to him. He lowered his head and put his mouth to the gap. Finally, he could no longer hold on and began to vomit.

After a while, as the terrible sound of vomiting continued for half a minute, the waiter carefully moved the wooden barrel, which symbolized the emperor's sanctity, away from the scene. Perhaps he was preparing to find a special place to serve it, which would definitely avoid the intrusion of any evil things.

Magnus roughly wiped the dirt around his mouth with his sleeves, spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva on the ground, and kept complaining.

"What a bullshit emperor. You have to listen to a group of maids in the palace. When they ask you to wear clothes, you can't put on pants first. When they ask you to wear a crown, you can't wear a helmet. I don't understand why a church minister can be a minister. My God, are all the abilities of these electors fed to dogs?

Compared to enjoying the glitz and glamor in the palace, I still prefer the simple life in the church, such as..."

The emperor spat on the ground again. He had worn this mask for too long. As the only hope of the empire, he could not show any shortcomings, including some of the diseases he contracted in the countryside when he served as a battle priest. habit.

If anyone else dared to spit in front of Imrik, their brains might have blossomed, but there were exceptions to everything.

Seeing his old friend taking off the emperor's baggage and showing his true nature without any disguise in front of him, Imrik just shook his head and chuckled.

"You always come up with new tricks for me. We agreed that this drinking party will be held until tomorrow morning, but now the moon has not set yet, and you start to vomit? This makes me doubt the ability of the imperial man."

"Screw you, the abilities of our imperial men don't need a group of pointed ears to recognize them." Magnus scolded with a smile. Knowing that he had made a mistake, he chose to pour a full glass of wine to punish himself.

He exclaimed happily, and without the cumbersome etiquette, drinking wine was so delicious.

But when he mentioned the word "pointed ears", Magnus' eyes flickered slightly, as if he had something in mind.

He looked at the vacant position on the left and said with great nostalgia,

"If Erickson hadn't been struck by that demon prince's axe, maybe the three of us could be considered friends now."

"Maybe. Although he is a bit weak, he is still quite responsible."

"A little weak? You also have to see who you compare with..." Magnus was stunned and thought that his mind was a little dizzy. Since he was talking about strength, he must be comparing with the two people present.

But is it comparable...

"Speaking of which, Thor Green's situation seems a bit delicate. What are you going to do with the dwarves?" Magnus was not prepared to speculate. He just said what he wanted to say and left it alone. This is how friends get along. .

"I helped him, I just hope he can seize this opportunity. But Mustache's way of doing things..." Imric also felt aggrieved when he thought of Thorgreen taking Caledor II's body as a condition. Now there are still a thousand years before the end, and he is determined to conquer the Eternal Peak and take back all the honors attributed to Caledor.

"He took the remains of my ancestors as a condition. It was very un-dwarfy, but very practical. Objectively speaking, this was a mutually beneficial thing, but sometimes I always regret not killing him in the Great Holy War."

Magnus did not take up the topic and talked about the ancient long-cherished wishes of the elves and dwarves. The empire was not prepared to get involved.

One side is an ally with an ancient agreement, and the other side is a new force that has gradually shown its value in the old world over the years. It is not a good thing to offend either side.

"It's a pity that I don't understand your long-cherished wish, otherwise I would definitely point my finger at you or Thor Green's nose and insult him."

"Haha, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

After taking a deep breath, Imric put aside the pessimistic thoughts in his heart and began to concentrate on his wine business. He had somewhat forgotten how long ago he could chat with the people he drank with without any worries. It might have been more than fifty years ago. Before that, it was about his first ascension to the throne of prince.

After the tavern's inventory was depleted, Imric was deeply dissatisfied and believed that the empire's hospitality was insufficient. If it were in the Dragon Palace, you would have sent all the Emperor's Guards over to ensure that everyone went back lying down. .

When the waiter came with an urgent order and wanted to move some to the palace wine warehouse to satisfy the Dragon Prince, he was caught by the maid as soon as he stepped out of the store.

Phyllis was waiting outside full of worry. Nine hours and forty-seven minutes had passed since His Highness entered. There was no news at all. Something must have happened.

Therefore, Imrik, who was waiting for the arrival of the wine, gave in to Magnus's joking eyes and the maid's pleading movements, gave up the idea of ​​fighting until dawn, and returned to Nunn Palace together to prepare for rest.

The half-griffon knights who had been waiting for a long time were already standing neatly at the door of the tavern, waiting for inspection when the two leaders just stepped out.

Weitz, who was standing upright, was very playful and said to Magnus,

"Your Majesty, I never thought that you would actually bring His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince to a tavern. If this matter is exposed, the empire's face will be completely ruined."

Imrik, who was unhappy with this boy's attitude, walked up and kicked him. "Don't think that because you look old, I don't dare to beat you. There is no need for the tradition of respecting the old and loving the young for humans."

The carnival that lasted all night finally came to an end with the discovery of a wine-stained footprint on Weitz's butt.

Since then, Phyllis has never seen His Highness show a nostalgic look on his face when meeting someone.

Returning to the palace where he was staying, Imric was disgusted by the maid and smelled of alcohol, so he was forced to enjoy a massage in the bathroom.

The maid sat sideways behind the prince, rubbed the broad shoulders vigorously, and said with complaint,

"You know how to drink. In the past, the Dragon Prince was a noble blood descendant who had strict requirements for himself. How come after he had a child, all he thought about all day was that his wife went back to Tyron Locke, the child went to study, and he found free time alone.

And, and...this free time is not used to hone martial arts and government affairs. Instead, it is used to search for collectibles and find people to drink with. "

Imric rolled his eyes. I can be considered one of the diligent princes of Ulthuan. Look at Gilgarion. His days in the court are numbered throughout the year. He is either in the Endless Grassland or in the Endless Grasslands. Sleeping with wild horses.

"You are a maid, and you are my mother. You used to be like me. You always disliked your mother and was very nagging. Why are you like her now?"

The angry maid slapped the prince on the back hard, but it didn't hurt him since he was thick-skinned.

"You still dare to mention Madam. If she knows that you kept Drachnir as a pet when you were a child, she will definitely pull your ears and scold you.

Besides, I was not sensible before, so how could I understand the painstaking efforts Madam has put into us. "