Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Stealing is a shameful thing, and although Antoine tried his best to explain that he was just doing it for a living, it became a different matter when the target was the Phoenix King.

If the thief was a petty thief, according to the laws of Ulthuan, he would have to have his hair cut off, compensate for the value of the stolen goods with labor, and be imprisoned for a few years depending on the severity of the case.

And the Phoenix King was stolen, and... the Phoenix King himself didn't seem to care too much, which resulted in Antoine being brought into the royal court, and looking uneasy under the scrutiny of a group of bigwigs.

Imrik chuckled and patted Antoine who was sitting on the chair, signaling the young man not to be nervous. You even dared to steal the Phoenix King, how come you only have this little courage during the interrogation.

"Antoine, a Tal Yvresse elf, whose family has been engaged in handicrafts for generations. In 245 of One Piece, he was imprisoned for five years for armed fighting..."

"I'm very curious about what you learned in prison during these five years. From a brave and aggressive militiaman, you became a notorious fake painter and thief in the port."

Antoine was silent. Yvresse Prison was home to the most notorious criminals in Ulthuan. Everyone who entered it would remember the cold-blooded methods of the Guardians...

Also, learn from the experience of predecessors how to commit crimes more efficiently.

"Your Majesty, prison is a good place. If a man has never been to prison, his life must be incomplete."

Imrick shrugged. This was really funny. If I had committed a crime, where should I be imprisoned?

The prison of Caledor or the dungeons of Lothern.

For some people, being in prison is a way to experience the completeness of life, which is a false proposition.

"Well, although you didn't succeed in stealing, you had the intent to commit a crime...so."

Under Antoine's expectant gaze, he was extremely eager to enter the royal prison. He had heard that countless dangerous people were imprisoned there, from the murderer who was famous in Ulthuan a hundred years ago to the rebels of Julian Poisonblade. If he could go in for further study, wouldn't it be a million times better than the education in the misleading schools outside?
"So you were sent to Nagarythe as a reserve shadow warrior. If you can reach the ability of the Hand of the Shadow Crown one day, you can return to Lothern."

Nagarys…Antoine’s face turned green.

At least there is some bottom line for Asur crimes, but if it is Nagareth, there is only one possibility, a gathering place for perverts, murderers, and sadists.

With a sad face, he begged His Majesty to change his decision.

"Your Majesty, with my level, I am only a thief. I am like a child in Nagarythe..."

"No need to say anything more, you can go away now."

After sending away this talented thief, Imrik signaled his servants to disperse. He had thought that this was a master who had attained enlightenment in Longchang, but it turned out to be just a petty thief who had gained some experience.

He might be of some use in the future, so let's save his life for now.

Back in the royal hall, the Phoenix King followed custom and first questioned the maid.

"What happened?"

"No major events have occurred in Ulthuan recently. Apart from Her Highness Elisara's constant admonitions to the Regent that the selection of officials is too strict and that she hopes to relax some of the standards, everything is going according to plan."

Official selection...

After thinking for a moment, Imrick thought that with the previous parallel time traveler who appeared with Bilak, the usual standards might no longer apply.

People who have no problem in the review now may become chaotic elements in the future.

No matter how we prevent it, it is essentially just treating the symptoms and not the root cause. "Relax some standards and allow more talents to enter the Phoenix Court. We need the efforts of every Asur to build a good Elf Empire."

After finishing some things, Imrik said he needed to take a nap first. After all, the journey was tiring and even a strong body could not bear it.

He hadn't fought a serious battle in several years, and his body had become rotten.

This time, he had a dream that he hadn't had in a long time...

"Long time no see, Imrick."

The black dragon soul in front of him made Imrik smile. After the Dragon Lord Ceremony, the ancestor of the Caledor Fire Dragon had disappeared, leaving only a remnant soul in the world, becoming an ancient watcher silently watching everything in the mountains.

"Long time no see, Kazar Ilanos."

The giant dragon was still lying in the cave, yawning lazily with its huge mouth opened.

It was already too old. After infusing its power into Imrik, the remaining soul was in a daze most of the time, like a dragon suffering from narcolepsy.

"I heard the roar of the burial ground before... Calderilla, he is still diligently guarding the souls of his compatriots, which makes me feel comforted."

"Well, this is Draknir's request...By the way, Draknir is my son."

"Although I am old, I am not as forgetful as the Slan Toad. Your offspring will be one of us..." Kazar Ilanos raised his hand and signaled Imrik to jump up.

When the dragons looked at each other, Kazar Ilanos's tone became a little sad.

"I saw a vague vision... What you did in the human empire of the old world has made the Chaos Gods aware of the awakening of the dragon. My descendants will face a catastrophe, the greatest catastrophe since the dawn of creation, after facing the Old Saints."

The dragon has a vague ability to predict the future. Although it is not as good as the Slann Toad, it is much stronger than the elves.

"This is the fate of the world. Darkness must come... At least the dragons can resist while awake, rather than sinking to the bottom of Ulthuan with their dreams."

Kazaar Ilanos nodded slowly. Compared to the initial situation, the fire dragon tribe is now in much better condition.

"Hundred years, I predict that this change will occur in a hundred years, when the mortal world will become the paradise of the Chaos Gods and part of the Great Game...Imrik, I heard from Minasnir that Val asked you to forgive Asrai, and I also heard that you had a little pity for the Witch King.

Yes, the fate of elves and dragons has been inseparable since ancient times, but the world is not just about dragons and elves. If we want to survive this disaster, we need all the strength we can.

Whether it's humans, dwarves, or... damn cold-blooded lizardmen."

Imrik was at a loss whether to laugh or cry at the dragons' prejudice against the lizardmen; it was indeed a long-standing one.

But in these last hundred years, I hope we can reverse the prejudice between the two races...

Of course, this is impossible. The arrogant Slan Toad and the dragon don't care about each other's thoughts.

"I will... This is why I came to this world, and it is also the duty bestowed upon me by my ancestors."

The black dragon lowered its hand and gently sent Imrik to the ground. It nodded slowly, the sound becoming increasingly subtle, and finally disappeared along with its body.

"Go, Dragon Lord of Caledor, save this precarious world..." (End of this chapter)