Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

When the lance thrust out from his hand, Imrick felt a familiar feeling. A long time ago, he was just like the silver-helmeted knight charging head-on, with only the desire to win the battle in his heart...

And there are dragons.

The fleeting confrontation allowed the opponent to be easily defeated. Facts proved that fighting with His Majesty the Phoenix King was not painful, because it was resolved in an instant. So far, no one has been seen who can make it to the second round in the lance competition.

The defeated man did not lose heart. Despite the pain in his chest, he loudly declared to His Majesty who had already reached the edge of the field: "Jones, son of Owen, pays respect to you, Your Majesty!"

Unconsciously, after a morning of dozens of participants shouting together, it has become an unspoken rule for the defeated to pay respect to the Phoenix King. Perhaps if the next Phoenix King wants to gain the loyalty of the Knights of Arion one day, he must prove that he can defeat the arrogant rider with a lance.

Imrick, who no longer wanted to respond, turned his back to the knight and placed his hands on his shoulders as a response to the respect.

Jones did not feel ashamed. His Majesty had fought with more than 30 people in one morning. It was an honor for him that his Majesty had the heart to respond. He could not ask for too much.

Cosir took the lance from Imrick and asked, "Your Majesty, it's almost afternoon. Do you want to eat?"

Given Imrik's strange body structure, not eating for a month is not a big deal. He can maintain his vital signs by breathing the magical wind in the air of Ulthuan.

But eating is a major event in life, especially after a vigorous battle, and it cannot be missed.

"Well, let's get ready."

According to custom, the Phoenix King's meal would be held in a long banquet hall, with a silk tent and royal wine as decoration. All kinds of rare and precious foods were indispensable.

But there are always exceptions. Imrick's request is to invite all participants to the table.

The chefs were very busy because this was the order of the Phoenix King and meat had to be eaten. The mages were also busy. There were at least fifty participants, and how to build a spacious enough table in a short time was a problem.

Only the Phoenix King was happy, and he was chatting with the Silver Helmet Knights at the competition venue.

Cumberland, who was the first to come on stage, raised his hand to express that he had an unwelcome request to the Phoenix King.

"Your Majesty, I have some humble opinions. I wonder if you could consider them for a moment."

"Tell me, I like people with ideas."

After pondering for a moment, Cumberland earnestly expressed his request: "Your Majesty, do you have any intention of expanding the Phoenix King's military formation?"

According to the law, there are only two categories of military sequences in the Phoenix Court. The first is the White Lion Guards who serve as personal bodyguards, and the second is the five major gates and two overseas fortresses.

Even though Imrik is now in charge of Lothern, the actual leadership of the Triton militia is not in his hands. The only ones that can be considered to have stable control are Caledor, Dragongate, and the Fortress of Dusk and Dawn.

The expansion over the years has resulted in a significant increase in the number of troops under the Phoenix Court, but most of them are incorporated as guards and can hardly be considered as troops that can be easily mobilized.

Imrick nodded several times, showing great interest in what Cumberland said.

"Explain your thoughts. I never mind having too many troops. It would be even better if we could cover the land like a giant dragon."

The humorous joke amused everyone, including Cumberland, who expressed a rudimentary idea.

"As for Arion's situation... I don't need to explain it to you in detail. Many people are interested in gaining fame in the army...

I mean no disrespect to Miss Anasta, but I want to fight in your name and conquer in the name of the monarch of the Elven Empire.

We want to spontaneously organize a legion loyal to the Phoenix King, and you don’t need to provide military pay and equipment…”

Imrick interrupted him and patted Cumberland on the shoulder. "How can I let someone who shows loyalty bear too much burden? Your idea is very good, very good.

Let me put it this way. No matter how many men from Arion volunteer to join this legion, I will treat them according to the standards of the Tal Kared Garrison.

If the Phoenix Court's finances are insufficient to support the Legion's expenses, I will bear the cost alone as the head of the Kaleda family, and you will receive a new flag, a flag bestowed by me personally."

The treatment of the Tal Kared garrison... I'm not afraid to laugh at it, but the equipment of these middle-level nobles is probably not as good as that of the middle and lower-level officers of the garrison.

But what was really important, what Cumberland cared about, was the flag. If a legion wanted to demonstrate its fighting spirit, nothing was better than a glorious flag.

If it is granted by the Phoenix King, it means that this is an army blessed by God and will be unstoppable on the battlefield.

"Please allow me to pay my respects to you!"

Seeing the silver-helmeted knights kneeling on one knee made Imrik speechless. It was not a sign of loyalty, but it was a waste of time to torment Gilgarion for so long. It turned out that this old horse was so unpopular. If he had known that he could just walk around Arion twice and trick a group of knights into following him.

"Cumberland..." Imrick cast his gaze at a knight kneeling on one knee, who was the one who was defeated in the end. He thought for a long time but couldn't remember the name.

"Jones, you two follow me first."

Amidst a burst of shoulder-shaking laughter, Imrik turned to Cosier and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
Cohill was meticulous and whispered quietly, "Your Majesty, his name is Jones."

After hearing the explanation from the captain of the White Lion Guard, Jones raised his head and shouted, "Your Majesty, I can be called Jones."

Those affectionate eyes seemed to speak of endless loyalty, but they only made Imrik feel nauseous.

"No, you should be called Jones. I think it's a good name. It has the style of a warrior."

Excited, Jones plans to have his name recorded in the family tree so that his descendants can be proud of it and continue it as a tradition.

The self-touched knights made Imrik speechless. In order to get rid of them temporarily and talk to Phyllis about his recent bravery, the Phoenix King summoned Kadroin and asked him to entertain them on his behalf.

So the Silver Helmet Knight and the Captain of the White Lion Guard were still able to say a few words, but when facing the Captain of the Phoenix Guard, they really didn't know what exquisite words could come out of that always tense mouth.

Especially after Kazhuo quickly used sign language to explain that the Phoenix King had left for something, everyone dispersed immediately.

You guys who followed the Witch King in rebellion will still be remembered by some people. Don't think that you can escape the memory just by getting His Majesty's pardon.

Imrik looked up at the sky and asked the maid intentionally or unintentionally.

"how?"

People who grew up together naturally understood what this meant. Phyllis pretended to be confused and asked, "What?"

Anasta gave a thumbs up and said, "Teacher is really great."

The two people whose fun was interrupted looked at the unromantic brat together, and they were originally turning their heads away and ignoring each other, but now they naturally walked together.

The petrified wild girl vaguely heard the teacher say,
"Just throw her away. I think Bev is pretty cute. She should be raised as a granddaughter in the Phoenix Court..."

"Why can't we have one child..." (End of this chapter)