Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

To summarize the content of today's summit, we talked a lot about the railway plan, the elves sent out mages to transform the terrain, the dwarves sent out engineers to provide technical details, the Empire was jubilant, but Bretonnia did nothing.

The emperor prepared a grand banquet, but neither Imrik nor Thorgrin were interested in attending, which made Carl very embarrassed. He could only push it away, saying that it must be because of the fatigue from the journey. After the summit ended perfectly, he would hold an unprecedented celebration.

The place where Imrik stayed was the palace given by Karl's ancestor a hundred years ago. After the desperate suicide attack by those rats, the originally magnificent palace turned into ruins.

However, due to the gift of the Elector, the palace became the private property of the Caledor family, which also made the human architects who were originally prepared to shine lose their role. The elves actually sent people to Altdorf to build a palace.

The entire palace is renovated in the style of the Dragon's Breath Palace, which is much brighter and more relaxed than the rigorous and solemn main hall of the Dragon Palace.

Imrik leaned back on the sofa and reached out his hand out of habit, but after waiting for a long time nothing came of his hands.

"Your Majesty, Maid Phyllis did not come to the empire with you." North reminded in a low voice and handed the crystal glass to His Majesty.

It is well known among the palace's domestic staff that His Majesty has been raised into a useless person by his maids.

After finishing work every day, when I return to my residence, I lie on the sofa, enjoy a massage and wait for death.

"Oh, this is really troublesome... I haven't been in the military camp for more than a hundred years, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

So, that's why you waved the escort girl over for a massage?
North felt speechless as he watched the Phoenix King enjoying the maid's shoulder massage. It was obvious that His Majesty would never do anything popular in the name of massage.

After all, these maids... are all old servants of the Dragon Palace, with husbands and children. I heard that this was a deliberate arrangement by Atila. If anyone dared to take action against the wives of these backbone members of the army, the whole of Caledor would know about the scandal of the Phoenix King the next day.

His shoulders and arms were rubbed separately, and Imrick felt a little strange, the strength seemed to be wrong... There was no gnashing feeling like Phyllis.

He turned to the two maids and said, "Go down first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Imrik waved to North, motioning him to sit down with him: "North, why is the representative of Kislev not present?"

As soon as he said this, North straightened his back, and his hand that was originally reaching for the wine glass on the coffee table stopped: "Petrov is competing with Constantine for the regency and the matter of religious law reform. Lord Judith thinks it is best for Catherine to attend this summit in person.

Otherwise, no matter whether it is the decision of the Patriotic Army or the Great Orthodox Church, the Empire and the Dwarves will seize the handle and refuse to recognize the representative of Kislev. "

"Can the Empire and the Dwarves admit that Catherine acted according to her own will?" Imrik paused, as if he would really admit it.

The Empire wants to establish a joint organization, and the railway plan is just a preliminary attempt. It will definitely not easily refute the elves' request.

As for the dwarves, there is no need to say much. The affairs in the Dark Land require the help of the Dragonbone Wasteland garrison. According to the rangers' reconnaissance, their Chaos cousins ​​have raised a number of powerful flying monsters.

Although the Thunder Airship can ensure invincibility in air combat, it is too bulky. Several helicopters at Rapids Pass were also destroyed by flying monsters.

Asking a dragon for help may be costly, but it is certainly worth it.

"An interesting idea, placing a proton to attend a meeting representing national interests... Come to think of it, Katerin is very old."

"Twelve years old... But I want to remind you that according to Maid Miranda's report, His Highness Menil has a strange sense of dependence on Princess Catherine and seems to like her cold aura."

Imrick walked around his face and thought, that shouldn’t be the case. Don’t three generations of grandparents and grandchildren have their own characteristics?

I am a reckless man, and my son is a calm spellcaster who is extremely proficient in the Wind of Aksya... Could it be that Menil inherited some of Asuryan's power and likes the cold heat?

"It's just children's play. Wouldn't you like to have a human ice cube that can adjust the temperature at any time?"

"This..." North hesitated. He couldn't say that the way your grandson looked at Katerin was a bit like the way your son looked at Gladys. The Phoenix King's doting on his grandson made him subconsciously not think that this was a problem at all. Menil should have everything.

"Okay, North, I know what you're worried about. But as the proverb of Caledor says, life will take its course, so why worry too much."

"Your Majesty, I remind you that this is a proverb from Athel Loren, originating from a man who was lost in the..."

"Shut up."

"Yes."

The herald who decisively shut his mouth made Imrik sigh endlessly. This kid is so stubborn that he has never changed. He has been by his side for almost two hundred years, so why is he still so boring?

His Majesty personally handed the messenger a glass of wine and said, “Now North, listen to me… First, in the most tactful and sincere tone, send a letter to Katerin in my name to attend the meeting.

Secondly, go to Agrim to ask for information about the Dark Land. Thirdly, go contact the vampire at the Spier Theater. I need to know the latest news about Vlad. Finally, you should find a place to rest now instead of disturbing my rest here! "

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After drinking the contents of the cup in one gulp, the herald straightened his body and saluted His Majesty.

Straighten your steps, step on the ground again and again to leave this place.

This gave Imrick a headache. He lay on the sofa, rubbing his temples with his hands, preparing to think about tomorrow's affairs.

As for the reports from Ulthuan? To hell with them, I am the Phoenix King, and I get to do it when I want.

If you are overwhelmed by work all day long, are you a feudal monarch or a social animal worker?

After a while, North came back.

This gave Imrick a headache, but he knew that there must be some emergency.

I hope it's not Menil's...

"Your Majesty, King Lauen Leocornwall of Bretonnia has requested a secret meeting with you at Gaunter Hogan's Manor."

Laun?

Imrick thought back to the Knight King today. He was very restrained and didn't say a word during the summit. He was trying hard to suppress his anger at having his territory plundered by Druzi for a hundred years.

He is the proudest disciple of the Lady of the Lake, and a king hailed as the epitome of the perfect knight... though he speaks with an unpleasant Bretonnian accent.

"Where's the time?"

"In two hours."

"interesting."

Imrik paused, thinking that this might be the best opportunity... it was time to end the civil war in Bretonnia.

"Let Kazhuoin come over." (End of this chapter)