Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Judith soon regretted accepting the order from the Phoenix King.

First of all, Marcus is a rough guy with a level of knowledge equivalent to that of a prenatal education dropout. The only thing he can chant is a few lines of poetry in praise of Tal.

Some complicated situations cannot be taught at all. When the elf talked about the drawbacks of the electoral system and the contradiction between the voting system and the church, Marcus just stared and said, "Oh, sir, I understand, so that's the case..."

And some basic professional military command skills... This reminded him of two hundred years ago, when he took over the illiterate Kislev mercenaries and taught them tactical movements, command settings, intelligence interpretation... all with sticks.

Secondly, Marcus is an alcoholic. It’s not quite right to call him an alcoholic, as his love for alcohol does not outweigh his duties, but he always likes to have a few more drinks.

The result can be imagined when an imperial citizen who was used to drinking brandy and malt liquor entered Kislev, a land rich in strong liquor. In just one month, Marcus had developed the red nose common among Kislevites.

Finally, he was a human being, and a very rude and straightforward human being. This was the only thing that made Judith feel a little relieved, otherwise she would have thrown him directly to the Patriotic Army.

In the manor house, Marcus, drunkenly, poured half a bottle of vodka into the glass, picked up the pickled cucumbers and sausages, and prepared to reward himself.

The elves are busy, especially with the twin-tailed comet high in the sky, and they need to attend many meetings.

His daily work is to tinker with the sword every day, and then use a water gun to give the dragon a bath. When he has nothing to do, he can also stroll around the elf district to see the architectural landscape that is different from human culture.

After taking a bite of the pickled cucumber, Marcus' mouth felt sour and astringent that he couldn't wait to find something to dilute the taste.

But this is the best time to drink. He drank half a glass of vodka in one gulp. The spicy and sweet taste washed away the sourness, and it seemed as if there was a flame burning in his chest.

He suppressed the distortion of his face, and when the alcohol started to surge up, he growled, "Great."

"Tal, if I could live like this for the rest of my life, I would offer you a rabbit as a sacrifice every day."

"But you may not have a chance..."

The faint voice made Marcus pause in his chewing of the sausage. He immediately stood up straight, and his red nose faded a little.

"Sir, I am just performing my daily prayers to Tal, I am not being lazy!"

Judith, who had just returned from a meeting, saw the smell of alcohol in the room and knew that the Kislev servants dared not do anything to this distinguished guest and could only comply with his request and deliver wine and food every day.

But the Phoenix King doesn’t want you to come here for enjoyment!
"Kruber, do you remember the position you just received?"

Marcus thought to himself that it seemed like the elf wanted to be his bodyguard...but you can beat me with one hand, why do you still need a bodyguard?

"Sir, I am your guard."

"Since you are a bodyguard, how could you lie in bed and drink peacefully when I was in danger?!"

Judith's roar was as heroic as it had been two hundred years ago, and the splattering saliva stained Marcus' face.

Marcus did not dare to provoke the elf. He was a ruthless character who could kill people without even blinking an eye or moving a finger. More than a hundred elite soldiers under his command could hack people to death.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't know."

"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?" "I don't know."

Such a straightforward answer made Judith want to shake her head in speechlessness. If the entire empire was filled with such fools, they would be doomed.

"Now, grab your gear and follow me."

Marcus was relieved to see Judith turning and leaving. He immediately picked up the newly issued weapons at the bedside: a machete, a breech-loading rifle, and a red and white robe and chain mail in an elf-style.

When he put on the helmet, his eyes rolled around and he looked at the half cup of vodka left on the round table. He held his breath and poured it all into his mouth as if he was drinking water.

After a burp, he staggered to the open space of the manor and looked dazedly at a group of big men staring at him.

Judith was really speechless about this guy. He even wanted to drink while on a mission. You must be from Kislev, Russian origin.

Waving his hand to let Marcus join the team, Judith turned around and asked the senior members of the Patriotic Army who had just entered.

"How are things at the Tsar's court?"

The expressions of the top leaders of the Patriotic Army were very serious. Continuing the past tradition, they designed the emblem in white, blue and red according to the blue and white of Raskol's original designation, the Eagle of Misha, and the flaming eagle flag that symbolized rebirth during the Vampire War. It represents purity to the gods, passion for war and loyalty to the motherland.

The man wearing the tricolor badge took out a document from Kislev: "Boris has disappeared. We think there is no possibility that Xin is still alive... Now the Grand Orthodox Church and a group of boyars have expressed their support for Princess Katerin, and the Patriotic Army has not yet expressed its position."

"Are you worried that Catherine would do something like the bloody tsarina?"

The top leaders of the Patriotic Army nodded with difficulty. The Vampire War was bad news for Kislev. They were always on guard against a Tsar who controlled the power of the country doing something stupid like joining the forces of darkness.

"We hope that His Majesty the Phoenix King can be invited to Kislev to assess Katrin's qualifications and whether there is a possibility that she will join the dark forces."

It seems absurd that a king needs the approval of the ruler of another country when he succeeds to the throne, but it is a fact.

Imrik hardly interferes with the succession of Kislev, as long as there is no trouble and the Chaos in the North does not find an opportunity, and by the way, you barbarians can do whatever you want.

But there are some special people, such as Red Tsar Boris. The Phoenix King once invited the giant bear to Ulthuan. After a personal meeting, he gave high praise and believed that the two sides could deepen their cooperative relationship.

And this time... the female tsar, who was less than ten years old, made everyone feel uneasy.

Back then, Tsar Alexander was killed by Chaos, leaving behind an Ice Princess to inherit the throne. Now, Red Tsar Boris is missing, leaving Princess Catherine alone in the court, and the situation is almost the same as it was back then.

"His Majesty currently has no energy to pay attention to the affairs of Kislev. He has appointed me to represent the will of Ulthuan... But I can tell you one thing: Katrin will be a wise monarch."

The senior officers of the Patriotic Army did not understand where the elves' confidence came from, but with the experience of Red Tsar Boris as a precedent, they still agreed with what he said.

Thanks to the efforts of Red Tsar Boris and Patriarch Konstantin, the somewhat declining Orthodox Church rose again, and people once again believed that the gods were still protecting Kislev.

"I hope your judgment...can bring some hope to Kislev. The double-tailed comet has arrived, and our people need faith." (End of this chapter)