Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Mr. Kruber..."

"No no no, Mr. Rachel, you don't have to call me Mr."

"No, no, no, Mr. Kruber, you are no longer the same person you once were. I need to show my respect."

The elves and humans who declined each other performed a harmonious scene of mutual respect among courtiers. It was actually acceptable as long as they did not mind that Marcus kept putting exquisite food and wine into their mouths.

"Tough guy, our ship is almost due." Barding, who has a good sense of time, finally remembered the important business after drinking a barrel of Bergman No. 3. He couldn't report to the Phoenix King if he stayed in the embassy all the time.

"Don't worry, I have specially arranged a ship to escort you to Tirell. It is guaranteed to be much more comfortable and safer than ordinary passenger ships." Rachel smiled impeccably, allowing the five little warriors to enjoy lunch in the embassy with peace of mind.

"Really... I heard that there are many precious books hidden in the embassy. Can I borrow them for entertainment on the ship?" Sienna's eyes were burning. This was the best opportunity. Who knows when she will come to the embassy next time.

"Abel, take Ms. Fergnathus to my private study."

"Yes."

The ambassador's show of goodwill left the five little warriors a little confused. This Rachel was also a well-known figure in the empire. She had witnessed the succession of three emperors of Altdorf with her own eyes, and could be considered an old-fashioned politician.

"Mr. Rachel, I accidentally ate a half-elf horse yesterday. You see..." Marcus rubbed his palms and couldn't wait to tell his request to the elf he met for the first time.

Rachel could naturally solve this problem for him, but the prerequisite was that the rumor was true.

He accidentally heard a rumor from the Palace of Altdorf about the reason why the Phoenix King appeared in Bretonnia. Many people believed that His Majesty personally dealt with the Fairy of the Lake and made that bitch shut up completely.

There were many speculations, but the palace actually revealed a shocking rumor, saying that he went to Bretonnia specifically just to appoint a stable boy?
"A half-blood horse is not a difficult matter, but can you tell me the details about your encounter with our elven Phoenix King in Bretonnia? I am not speculating on your Majesty's intentions, but just want to avoid the worries of some friends in the empire who think that they need to know some details."

Words were meaningless to Marcus. He spoke carelessly and took out the fragment of horse armor: "Horseherd, but I am already a knight. How can I be a horseherd for the Phoenix King? Tell him for me..."

Rachel carefully took the fragment of horse armor. Judging from the gap, it must have been forcibly broken from Mortelius's horse armor... That was a steadfast mount that served His Majesty for more than four hundred years, and the horse that accompanied the Phoenix King in his growth for longer than Minasnir.

Breaking off a piece of armor from a horse is no less difficult than breaking off the dragon-wing epaulettes from the Phoenix King's armor...

"Mr. Kruber, horse herder is the Imperial language's rough translation of the Elvish word for someone who manages his master's mount. Many specific professions in the Elvish language can only be referred to in general terms, just like the dwarves divide gold into fourteen different grades based on the quality of the gold..."

"So I'm not a stable boy?" Marcus laughed. What's the difference? I'm just a servant who bathes horses.

Knowing that the soldier lacked knowledge of the Elvish language, Rachel sighed and carefully placed the silver piece on the marble table. He was really envious of this fool who got such a precious treasure without knowing anything.

After staying in the Old World for more than two hundred years, it seems that he has gained nothing except becoming an honorary noble in the political field... What's the use of filling up the warehouse with gold and treasures? They are not as good as a piece of debris in the hands of a soldier.

"Horse herder, this has a specific title in the court language of Caledor, called Dragon Rider. In ancient times, the nobles of the Dragon Spine Mountains were not proud of riding horses. The court would specially train a group of people who have the talent to communicate with dragons to assist the Dragon Prince in riding...

But you are a human being, I don’t quite understand the connection here…” “No, Lorna only takes care of the wine, but doesn’t pay us.”

This is what Marcus cares about most. If he can look at the dazzling elf ladies every day, drink some wine and rub the horse's back, it seems that he would be able to accept it?

Suddenly, Rachel's expression changed. "Please leave for Tyrell. I believe Lord Davion has already arranged your needs. Please carry this piece of horse armor with you. Any elf who sees the dragon and phoenix runes together will help you."

Being driven away for no apparent reason made the five strongest warriors very dissatisfied, especially Kerillian. She looked at her fellow Asur people who had been infected with the imperial atmosphere with contempt.

The specially arranged ship has been docked for a long time, and what awaits them will be a flawless heroic path rather than a controversial civil war in the Order camp.

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Draconil glanced at Antoine's profile. Asur, who was born a thief, still had not repented and believed that the countess was still pure and innocent. It seemed like a joke of the gods, a joke played only on him.

"Kulan, I have no interest in him. How you deal with him is your business. I can tolerate some of Druzy's little quirks as long as they don't reach my ears."

Kuran stood with his arms folded, stepping on Antoine's cheek with one foot. He had been waiting for this traitor for a long time... Caledo and his son had zero tolerance for traitors regardless of race. Even if this Asur knew the Eternal Queen and gave the little queen a permanent memory with his excellent painting skills, it would not change the reality.

He will die, but not in a comfortable way.

"I thought you needed him to capture Lilith's location, maybe I was wrong?"

"There are people who are more useful than him, and Lilith pays more attention to them... Antoine is just a pawn that can be discarded at any time."

"You mean..." Kuran narrowed his eyes, looking intentionally or unintentionally at a mysterious area on the land of the Old World.

"How sure are you?" Draknir asked Kuran. Don't make it too obvious, as everyone knows the situation.

If Alaros is to be killed, it must not be done by someone from the Royal Court, as this would cause a backlash from Athel Loren and Avalon.

But Druzy did not have this concern. He simply found some already prepared believers of Cain as scapegoats to shut up Athel Loren and Avalon.

If Kuran was willing to sacrifice his life to capture the god who used the Witch King as a pawn, at least Draknir respected this decision.

"Depends on where he is. I can't catch a jumping monkey in Athel Loren. If the location is right, he will die."

Kuran pressed harder, causing Antoine to roar in pain, but this was what Black Hand wanted to hear.

The captain of the black guard had hatred in his eyes and he couldn't wait any longer.

"If necessary, you will be given a suitable venue, but for now... lead your legion to prepare for war. I have released Druz from the cage. Don't let me down." (End of this chapter)