Chapter 861 Attitude Towards Bretonnia

Three days later...in the prince's residence in Sartusa.

"Oh, oh, oh, Elvis moves very fast. It has only been a while, and he has given me another big news."

Imrik, who was holding the Tyrell Gazette, had an exaggerated expression on his face, as if he was not surprised at all by what appeared on the front page.

A war dog with more than a thousand people was destroyed overnight.

According to rumors from surrounding hunters, after being attacked by a huge comet, a group of knights wearing red skeleton armor entered the Bretonnian camp and carried out a brutal massacre.

Not a single one was left alive. The corpses under the black blade were all devoured by a cold-blooded beast with blood-red eyes, satisfying the eternal hunger and thirst.

"You don't seem to care too much..." North originally thought that this matter was very important, but judging from the prince's attitude, it didn't seem to be the case.

The herald's whisper made several people present laugh in unison.

The oldest dragon prince...

No, Edgar, the oldest dragon prince alive present, smiled and said,

"It's just killing a group of humans. What's there to care about? Don't forget Elvis's identity. Even if Bretonnia dares to declare war, Agthel and Wycliffe dare to accept it."

Imrik interrupted, "Don't take me as a prince seriously. They need my permission to mobilize the army, although..."

Then the prince, who emphasized his presence, shrugged, "If something happens to Elvis, they probably don't care about my order at all and directly gather the troops of Wind Howl City to attack Bretonnia."

Phyllis coughed twice and prepared to find some presence here, "Bernard can't sit back and watch the son of Hallandur be threatened by a group of monkeys. The head of the family will definitely do his best to help."

Occestes said with a hint of ridicule, "It is my fault that I died too early and my family disappeared in Caledor, but if it is the blood descendant of Harandur, Ogdens cannot just sit idly by."

Good guys, they all illustrate the unity between families, making me an outsider...

Edgar shook his head and smiled bitterly, but looking at the newspaper that had just been delivered in his hand, he still felt a little confused.

"I don't remember that there was such a big conflict between Elvis and the Bretonnians. Although this boy has become Sotek's God's Choice, his temper is usually relatively mild. The lizards are completely different, and there should be some things we don’t know yet.”

He shifted his vision to Imrik, trying to get an answer.

Although many people have rumors that Elvis is the prince's illegitimate son, the actual situation is not much different. Perhaps this happened with prior tacit approval.

Knowing the veteran's intention, Imric shook his head, indicating that he really did not know about it.

This room is full of cronies, so some words can naturally be explained clearly.

"I asked Phyllis to investigate the robbery case in advance. Because it was done secretly, the progress was relatively slow.

According to some relevant information, the most likely candidate is Aslay. "

Edgar did not doubt Alais's nature of making trouble. He was more concerned about the younger generation's current mental state. He could not really let a dragon prince who carried the family's honor turn into a fanatical believer who could only think about blood sacrifice and killing.

"But why would Elvis attack the Bretonnians?"

"I don't know about this. Maybe you can ask Edtelis or Agthel. They should be very concerned about this matter."

After the topic was changed, Edgar snorted disdainfully. The veteran did not believe that the cause of this incident had nothing to do with Imrik, but since it was about family relations, as a monarch, he naturally had to keep some distance and could not do it for Elvis. The family elders talk about things.

Phyllis, who was pouring tea for everyone at this time, was slightly worried, put her slender index finger on her chin, and said to Imrik with some complaints,

"If the Bretonnians use this matter to provoke a dispute, you cannot give in because you have the overall situation in mind and the situation in the Badlands."

He was too angry to give the maid who was serving tea a big roll of his eyes. Imrik felt that the Sinian green tea in his hand had no taste at all.

"He is the son of Harandur, and his family history can be traced back to the first dragon princes who were loyal to our ancestors. How could I hand him over because of the threat of a group of Bretonnians.

Besides, don't you often say that Elvis is my illegitimate son? Draconir would not agree that I would leave his half-brother in the hands of humans. "

"That's good, that's good."

Speaking of illegitimate children, Phyllis glanced at His Highness with her charming eyes and said that she would work hard today to give His Highness a younger brother.

He waved his hand to tell the maid to go away. His mind was full of dirty things. Didn't he see a group of big men busy with their business?

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On the other hand, at Dawn Fortress, the two dragon princes in the city lord's palace were not as relaxed as everyone in Sartusa.

"So after that monkey said that you were just like Druch, he asked Gaguiar to use the comet spell, break the wooden wall of the camp into tatters, and lead the cavalry to kill all the Bretonnian monkeys?"

Edtelis's tone was very strange. Although the verbal insult was very serious, for the Dragon Prince who regarded family honor as everything, he must have had some debate on the premise of a life-and-death duel.

But in the final analysis, the Dragon Prince is not a murderous group. In addition to expressing its determination to exterminate Druchi, such verbal insults will pierce the person who said it with a lance, and the bystanders will only send warnings and punishments. Why bother to destroy the camp? The thousand soldiers from the Central Company were killed together.

"Well, since it's a killing, it's a killing. I don't want to defend it."

The indifferent tone coming from the Sorcerer's Stone made Edtelis cover his forehead, but Agthel beside him slapped his brother's thigh and cheered repeatedly,

"Okay, he is worthy of being the blood descendant of Harandur, and he has the legacy of his ancestors. My nephew, Agthel, should have this courage. He is just a group of monkeys running on the grass. If you kill him, you will kill him."

Elvis, who is no longer the young boy he once was. Hearing the praise from his elders, he no longer feels shy or reserved. He responded calmly,

"Your teachings."

Edtellis, who covered his painful thigh, pushed his brother aside. You treat him as a son, don't I?

"Does His Highness know about this matter?"

"I guess he knew about it, but he didn't give me any instructions."

Edtelis and Agathel looked at each other and felt that there must be something fishy about it. Although the Dogs of the Black Rose War were mostly composed of Bretonnians who were disliked.

But nominally speaking, this is a group that devoutly believes in the Church of the Lady of the Lake. Perhaps the King of Bretonnia can regard it as a conflict between mercenaries living abroad and forces from other races, and thus ignore it.

But the Church of the Lady of the Lake could not handle it this way, not to mention that the match outside Athel Loren more than thirty years ago, when the Sotek Sect faced off against Bretonnia, was quite humiliating.

The highly respected Earl of the Holy Grail was smashed to pieces by Grok. Most of the Holy Grail knights who were watching at that time are still alive today.

After the prophet officially arrived in the old world, the religious connotation of the giant horned viper became more and more intense, and the doctrinal dispute was much more dangerous and terrifying than the national consciousness and mentality.

After thinking about it for some time, Edtelis felt that he still felt uneasy. The prince would definitely not sit back and watch the life of his old friend's son be threatened. Just when he wanted to express his support, he found that it was too late.

Agthel took the magic stone and said with good intentions,

"Alas, the little guy who followed Althea rolling on the horse track has grown up and become an outstanding warrior in his own right. Astrid will surely be pleased with this.

Well, I'm currently doing some chores in the Dawn Fortress, and Davian will handle matters in the Dark Land. Why not come directly to Tilea and give you the opportunity to suppress the Bretonnians. "

After talking about the arrangement, the high-level dragon prince complained slightly,

"By the way, let's see if Althea still remembers my father. He hasn't sent even a letter in ten years. The letters transferred from Dawn Fortress are all for Davian." (End of this chapter)