Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"It's really hard to understand. After just living here for a while... you've subtly adopted the Southern Kingdom's way of speaking."

Etila was filled with righteous indignation and scolded the principal. Even though the old teacher tried her best to conceal the changes in her language habits, she still could not escape the princess's keen hearing.

"Your Highness, please listen to my explanation..." The principal just raised his elbow, wanting to help explain in front of his chest, but soon dropped it under the playful gaze of the Phoenix King, and explained hesitantly: "We also need to listen to the arrangements of the Governor-General and often carry out exchange activities with human schools. Educating children must adapt to their growth habits. Playing too many games will make you... used to it."

"Hahaha~, you really made me laugh, Rab." Imrick slapped the table, looking at the principal's embarrassed look and felt like he was trying to stir up trouble.

Tal Kaled, a famous enlightenment teacher, was personally invited by the Dragon Prince to come to Sartosa to be responsible for the education of the new generation through a joint letter from a group of elves living in the Old World to Davion.

They thought that their children would receive the most orthodox Ulthuan education even in the Old World, but they did not expect that they would learn the unique hand-and-mouth mixed language of the Southern Kingdom alone.

“Ahem, Your Majesty, although the children have been influenced by some humans from the Old World, I can guarantee that even if they return to their homeland, they will be able to seamlessly adapt to the social environment of Caledor… It’s just that there are no mountains in Sartosa, so they may have to learn how to climb towering mountains.”

Rab obviously knew who the elf in charge was. Why should he try to please the princess? She was not in charge of the education funding anyway.

"Of course, I have full confidence in your ability." Imrik did not doubt Rab's self-affirmation. Although the children spoke a little... weirdly, they were still very familiar with their hometown.

"Tell me about the teaching arrangements. I mean what they will do after they turn twelve."

Rab cleared his throat. Since His Majesty did not blame him for some minor changes, he could play freely.

The principal spread his arms and waved them up and down: "There is only one Elf Enlightenment School in Sartosa. I educate the children of most government officials and officers of the Southern Kingdom, a total of only 478 people.

When they are about to reach the age of twelve, we will study the interests, hobbies and strengths of each child, and guide them into the next stage of learning while respecting their own and their parents' wishes.

Most of the children will return to Ulthuan to learn how to make their mark, but a few more adventurous ones will head to the island of Odense, where their focus will shift from knowledge to combat."

The principal stopped dancing and his eyes flashed: "Your Majesty, do you want to adjust this ratio?"

"I think it's all right according to your educational policy, except that the princess is not very satisfied with the children and teachers who speak the Southern Kingdom's language.

What do you think, Attila?

"Just barely..." The princess looked through the list of graduates handed over by the principal with some embarrassment. She finally remembered why many workers in the United Parliament spoke in a free and easy tone. It turned out that they all came back from the Southern Kingdom.

"Next year, the palace will increase the education funding for the Southern Kingdom by 15 percent, but you must make sure the children can pronounce Caledor correctly!"

"Of course, of course, this is my duty."

Rab felt that today was a lucky day as he could get the funding and talk to the Phoenix King and his wife in person. He hesitated and made an invitation gesture: "You two, the school has a classroom for children's handicrafts. If there is no arrangement later, can you take a look at the children's wild imagination? I guarantee that you will be surprised."

"What's the matter..." Imrik wanted to agree. This was just a break before the war, and he didn't mind getting to know more about the next generation who grew up away from their homeland.

But bad things always happen to the Elf Leader, and he can no longer play badly as he did during his century-long reign.

After frowning for a while, the Phoenix King pushed away the chair. His expression was not serious, but there was no smile on his face just now.

"Attila, go and see the children we have high hopes for. I have some things to take care of." "Emergency?" Attila would not obey the arrangement, and asked Rab to stand aside and not mention the invitation again.

"Just some chores. By the time I'm done, I should be able to make it back home by the time the kids get home from school."

Signaling to his wife not to worry, Imrik signaled to Creon to follow him, and the remaining Flame Knights stayed with the princess.

As soon as they walked out of the teaching building, Imrick frowned and asked the captain of the guard: "What's the situation with Antoine? I remember that he seemed to have joined the Literature and Art Association and licked the ass eyes of those Slaanesh elements."

"The known intelligence is that he traveled to the empire with that group of Slaanesh elements and stayed in Aldorf for the time being." The captain of the guard reported an outdated piece of information. He would not pay too much attention to a certain person. There have been so many situations recently, who would care about a fool?

"The group of idiots from the Literature and Art Association joined forces with Lilith and captured the five little... heroes of Uberrick that I had high hopes for."

Creon was not surprised at all. He had long believed that those Slaanesh elements had come to the Old World with bad intentions. If they now disrupted His Majesty's important plan, he would go to Altdorf himself to deal with it.

"Should we save the five little warriors first, or..." The captain of the guard slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. The Phoenix King would not allow betrayal. Since Antoine dared to surrender, he must pay the price.

"Let Kuran go to Altdorf..." The Phoenix King thought for a while. There was a mark of Sotek on Victor's arm, which was why he could immediately know what happened in Bretonnia.

Judging from the state of life, the witch hunter is not in danger for the time being...

"The Flame Knights stayed in Sartosa to protect Etila."

"Your Majesty, you promised Atila that you would be back before school is over." Now Creon had to speak. It seemed that Imrik was going to go out alone again.

"Just say I have a second urgent matter, and tell me the third one tomorrow, and put it off until I get back."

"..." Creon took a half step back, thinking that it would be better if the captain of the guard didn't do it.

And Imrik walked towards the palace naturally and asked Lao Mi to cast an enhanced teleportation spell to send him and Mortelius to Monteforge.

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"Kruber, don't believe the lies of these Bretonnians. They will only deceive the sincere and righteous sons of the Empire with lies. Only Sigmar can save us!"

Victor in the prison car repeatedly emphasized the camp that Marcus was in and the rules he needed to abide by.

"Right brute, Sigmar is a friend of the dwarves, not a knight with a golden corn cob."

Bardin kept adding fuel to the fire, lazily leaning against the prison cart drinking beer. Although he was imprisoned, it seemed that the Bretonnian knights would not attack them. He would wait until the dwarf grandfather had drunk enough and had enough strength before settling accounts with them.

Kruber looked conflicted. The Bretonnians said they would confer a title on him, at least an earl. As long as he went to the Holy Grail Church to drink a sip of water, he would be out of the bumpkin class.

And my ancestor was a dragon-slaying hero? I am dreaming. (End of this chapter)