Chapter 969 Self-Doubt in the Heart

"I do not believe."

Davian's tone was firm. He could accept any Caledor Assur as Vaal's choice, but he could never accept that a group of Asrai who pierced bark and used stone spears had the most exquisite smelting technology of the elves.

How is this different from Druzi riding a black dragon calling himself the dragon lord? It is ridiculous and unreasonable.

Imrik was noncommittal, believing it if he loved it, and pulling him away if he didn't believe it. Caledor respects Vaal from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly an Asrai appeared and said he was the incarnation of Vaal. The stones in the Dragon's Back Mountains would shake their heads in disbelief.

He waved the angry Davian to sit down first, "It doesn't matter. When the time comes, you will naturally believe in the incarnation of Desnaval."

Imrik then said to Dais, "I hope to get a definite answer as to the purpose of your trip."

"Let Ariel live." Dais said firmly, as if there was nothing more important in the world to him.

This firm tone actually made Davian believe in his identity. At first, he didn't pay attention because of the prince's words. Now after careful observation, he found that the aura of flames inadvertently coming out of Dais was even stronger than that of the high priest. A little richer.

Imrik's eyes flashed and he asked Dais again, "Even if you die?"

"Even if I die!"

A chuckle emerged from Imrik's mouth. The stern Dragon Prince shook his head helplessly and chuckled, letting Val die. This was unacceptable to Caledor.

Even if he plots against any god, he will never take action against Val. No matter how tempting it is, sometimes the honor in his heart will indeed overwhelm the temptation of profit.

"I promise you, Ariel will live, but Aslay..."

Under Des's blind gaze, Imric put forward his conditions slowly, "You must surrender to the Phoenix King. The division of the elves will end in my hands. This has nothing to do with honor and interests, but the wishes of the elves." The inevitable result of continuation!”

"I will try." Dais seemed to have aged hundreds of years in an instant. Athel Loren, which was originally a paradise, could not escape the pursuit of fate, and eventually had to intervene in a dispute that had long been lost.

Dess left with endless desolation, which made the atmosphere in the room feel a little quiet for a moment.

Davian looked at Dais's back and asked hesitantly, "Is he really the incarnation of Val?"

"Maybe, who can tell clearly, after all, the elves and gods are all a bunch of twitchy guys."

After a wave of sarcasm, Imrik changed the subject. After listening in detail to everything that happened outside the Temple of Cain, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, Tyrion went to the north... It's very interesting. Pay attention to Hargansi's movements. I guess that crazy woman Helliben will definitely not miss a massacre feast."

"Yes, so you have already thought about Tyrion pulling out the sword of Kane?"

"Well, except for him, no one can withstand Kane's will. I need an opportunity to completely cut off Aenarion's cursed bloodline."

"..." The silent Davian didn't know what to say for a moment. Although Tyrion was indeed a reckless man, he still had some merit in protecting Ulthuan.

Imrik was not surprised by the silence of his cronies. Davian was a sensitive elf, otherwise he would not have been accepted as a student by Alfonso.

When it comes to Alfonso, there is a very interesting thing.

"You should have some control over the whereabouts of Mr. Alfonso."

Davian cleared away the complicated emotions in his heart and nodded in agreement.

"After the teacher faked his death, he has been hiding in Lothern. If necessary, he will enter the White Tower of Hos at any time."

"No, let the old guy wait, now is not the time."

"yes."

After a brief explanation, the monarch and his minister fell into silence again. Davian, who had originally jumped away, became calm, but he also became more and more in awe of the prince.

Imrik, on the other hand, had a sincere sense of distance. The Phoenix King's position was really not easy to assume. Even before he was crowned, his subordinates were speculating on his series of actions.

"Let's not mention this for now. Go and see what Magnus is doing. I need him to be ready to enter the battlefield at any time."

"clear."

Davian, who left the palace, searched for the human emperor in Kaled based on the clues provided by the prince.

Military camps, libraries, training grounds, stables, museums... He searched for a series of places that seemed to be of interest to the human emperor.

Although they tried to use magic to divine the whereabouts of Magnus on the way, it was obvious that Sigma and Ulric did not take away the blessing. The mixed golden and white light only made Davian unable to open his eyes.

It was extremely difficult to find a person in a city with a population of hundreds of thousands, but Davian was not in a hurry and strolled through the streets of this familiar city to watch the scenery along the way.

Every brick and tile is a trace of the ancestors' journey, and the mud and dust left in the gaps may be time.

Davian thought of many people, those who had stood by the coastline with him, those who died on the Fenouir Plain, the warriors who died in the great holy war...

There is no doubt that the battles in the past were all for justice and honor, but after witnessing everything that happened in the Temple of Cain, and being the mastermind behind it and pushing a hero into the abyss with his own hands, he felt a little confused in his heart.

He firmly believed that the prince's actions were right and everything was for Caledo, but was this really what Caledo would do...

Davian didn't know that this doubt made him walk to a tavern, throw down a few gold leaf coins and ask the boss to give him the strongest drink, hoping to temporarily numb his chaotic head.

When he finished half the pot, an extremely strange-looking elf came close to him, caressed him and said,

"Hey, I didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. Davian."

"You are..." Davian, whose eyes were filled with confusion, didn't react at first, but after smelling the magical aura on the visitor, he quickly recognized that this guy was the human emperor he was looking for.

Magnus looked familiar and found a chair to sit on, poured a glass of wine and said,

"I haven't seen him for decades, and I never imagined that the Dragon Prince who threatened me verbally at the Sigma Temple would actually behave in such an ugly manner now.

Tell me your troubles and make me happy. "

"Fuck you." Davian cursed, but soon sighed. He couldn't tell an elf the doubts in his heart, because even if he did, he would get the same doubts.

"I'm questioning myself, am I really doing something honorable? Many of my actions..." Davian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Maybe it's just a habit."

"Oh, the trouble belongs only to the elves."

"Then what do you think?"

Magnus laughed contemptuously, "Don't worry about those troublesome things. The destination of a warrior is the battlefield. Even if you kill the wrong person, it will be the responsibility of the commander. A king must be mentally prepared to shoulder all sins." (End of Chapter)