Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The drinks were served quickly. Four hours had passed since the meeting started and the dusk had turned into night.

A maid dragged a silver tray with a faint scent of jasmine and walked gracefully to Edtalis' side. She slowly put down the crystal bottle, and a dark red liquid like blood slid into the luxurious silver wine jug.

The sound of wine sliding into the crystal glass did not attract anyone's attention. Some people were still discussing fiercely how to destroy Bretonnia as quickly as possible and let humans understand what a true knight is.

Ed Terrys, who should have paid no attention to the crystal glass in front of him, turned his head and stared at the maid beside him who was emitting a faint scent of perfume.

The eyes of the Lord of Dawn Fortress gradually turned cold, and the suspicion in his expression became more and more intense. He grabbed the maid's delicate arm and stopped her from pouring wine.

"I've never seen you in the palace. According to the rules, the only maid who can enter this meeting room is Miranda... Who are you?"

The change gradually stopped the discussion, and everyone stared at Ed Terrys and the maid he was holding.

No one would doubt the experience of a battle-hardened dragon prince. If he thought there was a problem, there must be a clue somewhere.

The maid endured the severe pain in her arm, her pretty face showing tension and fear, and she did not dare to look directly into Edtalis' eyes.

"Sir, my name is Isael, and my father is Alva Calent..."

"Karent?"

Edgar emphasized that there were only three categories of women in the palace: ladies-in-waiting, maids and servants. How could a commoner's daughter be qualified to enter this meeting room on behalf of a maid?

Draconian also frowned. He didn't pay much attention to the palace service team. This was the duty of Gladys. It was always those familiar figures who walked in front of him. Now seeing these somewhat unfamiliar faces, he felt a little strange for a moment.

The prince raised the crystal glass, put it to his lips and took a sip. He was not afraid of any poison, unless this glass of wine was the cauldron of Nurgle in disguise.

In just half a second, the prince's face turned extremely pale. He slowly put down the crystal glass and uttered a word that represented darkness and death.

"Black Lotus."

As the prince spoke sternly, Edtalis immediately pushed away the chair, pinched the back of the maid's neck with his hand, and pressed the delicate body onto the round table.

"Druzi sent you?!"

"I didn't. I just heard the bell in the conference room ring and served drinks according to the rules..."

Edtalis didn't want to use violence, especially in this sacred and solemn meeting room for the Dragon Prince. He didn't want to do anything vulgar.

So he ignored his so-called warrior demeanor, pressed the maid face down on the round table, pinched her throat with his left hand, and skillfully reached into her mouth with his right hand, which might contain a poisonous substance.

Even after a hundred years, the Dragon Prince still remembered how despicable the methods of the Druzai assassins were. As long as they were given any opportunity, death would come.

"Ed Tyreese, calm down, she might be innocent."

Draknir also pushed away his chair and pulled Edtalis's hand towards the maid. The pain of losing his wife made the Dragon Prince have a deep stress reaction to the word "Druzi Assassin".

If Edtalis were allowed to continue questioning, the maid would soon lose her white teeth and have wounds in her mouth that looked like ulcers.

Following the prince's order, Edtalis finally had no choice but to loosen his grip and just maintain his control.

"No one is innocent, especially in this situation. A tiny action can lead to countless disasters..." "She is just an insignificant little character, Ed Terrys, calm down. No one can easily escape Phyllis's gaze."

Greyrill slowly put down the crystal glass. He didn't dare to taste it himself like Draconian, but some experienced methods could always detect clues.

The specially made black lotus almost allowed the wine to maintain its original color. If it weren't for Edtalis's high vigilance against unfamiliar faces, the prince would probably have to provide emergency treatment to the senators.

"Luo Ning."

"Well...we need to find out where this girl came from."

The archmage forgot about his greed for wine and took over the role of Edtalis, easily imprisoning Isariel with magic.

The two mages used the soul-searching spell that was strictly prohibited by the White Tower of Hoeth. Under the powerful mental power, Isariel's rare life experience was like a parchment scroll, fully displayed in front of the mages.

After a while, Draconian ordered the Dragonspear guards to take Isariel away and put her in a cell for strict supervision.

The meeting room returned to calm, and except for the crystal glass that no one had touched, it seemed that there was no difference from the time of the fierce argument just now.

They were all waiting for explanation from Draknir and Rhonin. If this was the work of Druzil, before launching military action against the Old World, Caledor would carry out another major purge of Nagarythe in the name of the Phoenix King to prevent any attempt to subvert the unification of the elves.

"There is no clue. She has no idea about it."

This possibility is not impossible. The Dragon Princes, who have witnessed all kinds of bizarre death cases in Ossuan, believe that this is just the lowest level link and can be abandoned at any time.

"What about the palace? No matter where this batch of black lotus comes from, there must be a channel for it to enter the palace.

Whether it's physical transportation or magical teleportation..."

"The latter can be prevented. After Menil was born, I personally took over the palace's magic protection array. No magical fluctuations can escape my attention."

Draknir rubbed his brows. This matter was actually not a big deal. He had encountered many assassination attempts so far. It might be a deliberate plan by those who were dissatisfied with the court policy, or they might be fighters for national sovereignty, or they might be restorationists among the Druzy.

But this time, it was a conspiracy within the palace...

"Your Highness's security?"

Agathel asked with concern. The future of Caledo was more important than an unsuspecting maid infiltrating the meeting room. It was undoubtedly Menil's situation.

"Teacher Belannaer teaches him during the day, and Mishan and Tielang take turns to look after him at night. I have also prepared many emergency measures for him... Unless the murderer can attack the Dragon Palace head-on, there will be no problem."

Draconir tapped the table with his fingers, still feeling a little worried. That was his child. Whenever Gladys changed Menil into the robe that belonged to Prince Caledor, he always felt that it was a younger version of himself.

Nothing and no one could threaten the prince of Caledor except his dead body.

"The attack plan will be delayed for a few days. I need to ensure Menil's safety in the palace. This is far more important than a war whose target has not yet been determined."

"Of course, this is as it should be. He is the future of Caledor and no mistakes can be allowed." (End of this chapter)