Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Carl decided to delay making a decision on the non-aggression agreement for a few days, and he never made a decision.

Draknir understood this very well. Judging from the expansion of the elves' territory, this proposal might lead to trouble.

What the emperor was worried about was that the elves might shift their focus from the ocean to the land and move towards the empire.

The two did not explain too much, as they both knew that the emperor would not have absolute trust in the elves. At least, he would not easily agree to the elves' excessive demands before things became irreversible.

And Draconir did not ask the Empire to send troops to Bretonnia, which was tantamount to handing over a piece of fertile land to the emperor. Whether it was for profit or reputation, it all depended on Karl's consideration.

Time passed little by little, and the two exchanged many experiences in managing the palace in the carriage...

The only thing that arose was a slight dispute when discussing an elf.

Carl, feeling that he was becoming more and more familiar with the Elf Prince, brought up a tentative topic.

"Regarding Rosetina, I am somewhat curious about what happened to him. What could have made a noble dragon prince so...depressed."

"He made some mistakes, some mistakes that I couldn't tolerate at the time...

At that time, a riot about a conspiracy of rebellion had just ended, and I needed him to establish the image of the Dragon Prince and the protector of the kingdom in the new world, but I didn't expect that he would give me a surprise soon. "

riot?

Carl looked at Kurt calmly. They studied the history of Caledo all night and did not see any records of riots thirty years ago.

The result is obvious. This action, which disrupted the normal order of society, was concealed by Draconian.

"Does Lord Rossetina know about this?"

"Whether he knew or not is irrelevant...People in power will always quote authority figures to support their views, but my job is not to listen to what people say, but to tell them what it is.

Rossetina went from being a respected hero to a criminal who disrupted the peaceful coexistence of elves and humans. This is how I define him."

The voice was as calm as water, but it revealed an extremely cruel reality. Draconian seemed to have a very delicate attitude towards the nobles who maintained his rule.

The two humans remained silent. Carl thought that the elven prince in front of him seemed to be seriously different from his judgment... and his behavior was very different from his father's.

But it could also be a disguise, the Elf Prince wants to show his cold-blooded side in front of them.

The conversation slowly ended as night fell. It was a long way from Anaheim to Arsenal No. 3. Apart from the transport teams constantly running on the dedicated road, there were almost no other travelers on this path.

The settlement where the rickshaw pullers stayed outside the factory was officially called Factory No. 3, but in order to accommodate the many workers, a very large living area was successfully established.

Many people here have never seen the outside world. The mild and humid Isthmus of Lustria can only be felt in books. As for the tropical south, walking into the rain forest where you can sweat is something they have never imagined. Well-arranged steel buildings, the never-ending flow of molten iron, the black smoke gushing out of coal, the shrill whistle of the steam engine, a glass of strong wine to soothe the mood after get off work, and hometown songs played on cheap instruments, this is the life of an ordinary person.

The legends of warriors circulating in the kingdom are too far away from the lives of ordinary people. Workers who add coal to the boiler may have to undergo military training every year, learning to pick up muskets to defend their lives and protect their families in times of crisis... and the king's property.

However, when some extremely obscure and secretly blood-sucking management methods came into being, their poor brains were unable to judge whether they should pick up guns and defend their rights with force. They could only stay here silently like their fathers, and after their bodies were destroyed by work, they turned into a nameless rubble in the Obsidian Peaks Cemetery.

For the first time, Carl felt that this was what a country looked like.

Although Anaheim is prosperous and one can see the countless gold flowing just by looking at it with the naked eye, it does not have the heaviness that it should have.

The strength of the kingdom cannot be demonstrated by nobles wearing fancy clothes and talking loudly in banquet halls. It is demonstrated by numb people doing numb work, producing numb items one after another, and eventually the numbness is consumed.

The towering tower of knowledge of the Tal Khaled Academy was ultimately shaped by the blood and sweat of Naggaroth.

The dirty coal miners skillfully sat in the seats specially prepared for them in the restaurant, wolfing down portions of red meat, butter, and gritty black bread that would make ordinary people in the Old World jealous, along with beer.

The waiter who was carrying the tray of soup obviously did not have enough money to replace a suitable prosthetic limb in Caledor. A left leg made of solid oak replaced the original flesh and blood.

"He's not a warrior..."

Seeing Carl staring at the waiter, Kurt whispered in the emperor's ear that the left leg was most likely a helpless choice after some engineering accident.

"I thought Caledo would give the best treatment to every injured person."

"This can be seen as a provocation... but it doesn't matter, I can tell you the truth." Dracniel ordered a pot of beer in the restaurant. He himself didn't like drinking. Although his strong physique was immune to alcohol, he still didn't like the bad taste.

But today, he made an exception and took a sip.

Pointing at the waiter, Prince Caledo said, "To replace his prosthetic limb with one that can move freely, it will take five professionals in this field at least half a month to design a suitable plan.

Then, in the academy laboratory, professional equipment was used to try to simulate nerve conduction with magic signals to find a frequency suitable for his physique. After that, there was a rejection test, and a detection needle forged from a rare alloy would be inserted into his thigh bone...

Just imagine, just one of the raw materials for the probe needed for the rejection test needs to be extracted from several tons of minerals to get a thumb-sized dot, and this mineral only occurs near the dimensional stone. "

Draconian turned his gaze and pointed at another person on the street. Judging from the half collapsed cloak, it was obvious that he also had lost his left arm.

"Even if I could replace some of the guys who made great contributions, it's clear that the reality doesn't allow me to do that, because too many people did stupid things because of a rough mistake and an addiction to alcohol.

And how do we judge whether a person is worth saving? Carl."

"From my personal perspective, it's a matter of morality and honor... But you're right, giving up one person is no different from giving up everyone in a certain sense." (End of this chapter)