Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

After Imrik decided to send the knight away, Lani proudly left without saying a word. It was obvious that she was dissatisfied with losing a toy.

This made the king very helpless. Fortunately, he lowered his body and became a knight. Otherwise, he would not even have the chance to listen to the arrogant voice here.

He patted his butt and prepared to get up and leave. Next, he would have to deal with the trouble caused by the Shadow of Change. If Teclis hadn't rushed back from the Burial Ship Cemetery in such a hurry, relying on Fenubar disguised as a Tzeentch demon, It almost divided Ulthuan.

When it comes to the ability to cause trouble, the other three chaos demons cannot match Tzeentch.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to Melina and said with a slightly embarrassed smile,
"Please continue your research. This plan is very important to me."

"I understand, please take care and don't do emotional things. There are not many opportunities to recover." Melina told her sincerely with instructions. That incident really made people feel a lot.

A madman who doesn't care about his own life, or a madman who cares deeply about other people's lives.

He nodded to indicate that he understood, and activated the teleportation device to leave the underground of the Dragon's Back Mountains. Next door to this place was the old dragon's residence. It was best to be quiet, so as not to howl unhappily and not have a good night's sleep.

Imrik, who returned to the palace, did not deal with the mess as planned. After the Lilith Temple's true intention of infiltrating Caledor was revealed, it passed the blame to the Spirit of Change.

Anyway, many old events in Ulthuan have been rediscovered. Regardless of whether the elves did it or not, as long as there are some vague clues that are difficult to investigate carefully, in order to clarify the relationship, the blame will be placed on the demon of Tzeentch.

It's so elegant to say that even the court affiliated with the Phoenix King's Court didn't dare to get involved in this muddy water. If they were carefully inspected, many people would be imprisoned in the dungeon.

Adultery, incest, paid assassins, attempted murder, commercial espionage, betrayal of intelligence...everything you can think of can be brought out by this change. It can only be said that the elves are still the same, and this tradition of being good at calculation has never changed.

This put the White Tower of Hos under tremendous pressure, and even Béranal temporarily returned to Saffrey to worry about the students.

As soon as he walked out of the front hall, he saw two dragon princes coming over cursing. He knew that the parliament must not care about it at all. Before the two of them could speak, Imric had already said,

"Don't tell me about another item from a thousand years ago that disappeared inexplicably and happened to fall into the hands of someone else. Go find someone in the Heraldry Archives. If this kind of thing is reported to the palace, all participants will be transferred to Nagaris. earth."

The noble who was verbally threatened was kicked out, and he was still cursing before leaving. The former prince liked to do this kind of thing in his free time, helping the dragon princes resolve trivial matters, just for fun.

Like the nobles, Imrik also cursed and walked towards the garden, sure that the brat was tossing the flowers that his mother had spent so much effort planning.

"It's really unlucky. Nothing good happens when I return to Ulthuan. Last time, a brat was born, and this time a spirit of change comes. I really should go to Master Ke for some blessings and some good luck."

When passing by the open space in the front hall, I looked at Ingersolls who was sleeping soundly. He kicked him out of anger and told me to cheat on him with food and drink. Get out of here tomorrow.

Before he officially entered, he saw Miranda standing not far away, looking down at the ground with a smile. Imrik looked along and found that his son was digging with a small shovel, ruining the expensive palace dress. Dirty.

Walking up to the brat, squatting down while he was sitting on the ground digging, pretending to be vicious and cursing in dragon language,

"What are you doing? This is my territory!"

The maid took a half step back and smiled at the exchange between father and son. The prince may have been like this a long time ago, but the difference is that the prince now has a father who cares about the happiness of his childhood.

Draconir raised his small shovel, bared his baby teeth and said fiercely,

"Humph, the future is mine." Imrik showed a satisfied smile. This is decent. He is worthy of being my son. He has had this ambition since he was a child.

The haze in the underground research room was swept away by her son's innocent face. She pinched his back collar and lifted it up. He used his palms to pat away the earthy smell that entered his nose and said with a hint of disgust,

"Miranda, don't give the brat such troublesome clothes. I feel like it's difficult to move even just looking at him. A brat should act like a brat, don't pretend to be an adult."

"Yes." Miranda kept smiling. Compared to the so-called royal majesty, the prince was still willing to make the prince happy and try not to interfere with his thoughts.

After explaining the issue about clothing, Imrik looked at the brat who was very close to him and said,
"What are you going to do again this time, fight with mud? The money for the palace's stone pillar repair was taken from your treasury last time. How much will it cost to prepare this time?"

"Grandfather will give me money." As he spoke, Draconir suddenly let go of the shovel in his hand, and taking advantage of the extremely close distance between him and his father, he grabbed the angular face with his mud-covered palms. He said with a smile,

"I succeeded, I'm better than you."

Imric was not angry when his face was pressed. He immediately grabbed the soil on the ground and rubbed it in his hands. He threw out the small rocks and wrapped the soil around his son's face, hurting each other.

"I want you to know what the majesty of a father is!"

An invisible drop of sweat broke out on Miranda's forehead. You are so dignified when you play with a child like this.

When Imric had enough fun, he put down Dracnir, took the towel handed by Miranda and gently wiped the dirt from his son's face, his blue eyes full of love.

"You look like me before, but fortunately you have a good father, and it's not Miranda who wipes your face."

Speaking of his father, Dracnir was covered with a towel and sobbed a few times. When he was finally able to speak, he said curiously,

"What kind of person is my grandfather?"

"He is a bastard. He is either in the military camp, in the mountains, or in endless meetings. I rarely saw him when I was a child, and even if I did, he always had a bad face." Imrik He did not hesitate to express his evaluation of his father, but soon reversed it.
"However, he is also a prince, just like me, and like you in the future. We need to bear not only the responsibilities of the family, but also the family and the kingdom. This burden cannot be refused or escaped."

The father caressed the child's little head. The kindness on his face was something that the entourage had never seen before.

"You may complain in the future that I was unable to fulfill my responsibilities as a father and was rarely with you when you were growing up. But please believe me, I... deeply love you, my son Draconir, just like Your grandfather loves me."

Seeing his father's strange expression, although Draconir didn't quite understand, he still held the rough hand and said seriously,
"You are a good father, as good as mother."

"Thank you." Imrik held the child in his arms, and the chord that had not appeared in his heart for a long time was struck again. In the past, there were many pillars to keep him going, but since Draknir was born, a sense of relief emerged from his heart. .

Even if he fails on this road of resistance, there will still be people who can inherit this will, protect the kingdom for him, and inherit the glory of the family.

The touching situation between father and son did not last long. Although Miranda felt this, she still reminded the prince in a low voice,

"Your Highness, Mr. Randy and Mr. Woodrow are here." (End of this chapter)