Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dakos did not respond with words, but a meaningful and amused expression appeared on his face. His gaze was quiet and focused on Fenubal, silently waiting for the other party to realize the problem on his own.

Finnubar paused for a moment, then let out a slightly embarrassed dry laugh. He almost immediately realized that he had once again fallen into some kind of deeply ingrained mindset. The reason he blurted out "Aragalon" was not a well-thought-out judgment, but rather a subconscious association with Aragalon's identity and the marital bond between him and Meleria.

Who is Alagalen?
Moralion's eldest son, Aesarion's brother, and Merelia's husband.

Meleria Deliand is from Southern Iris, and her family's territory is located in El Sallie, but she usually operates in Tal Iris, where she is responsible for trade negotiations and commercial affairs. Her family owns five Albatross-class merchant ships, each captained by a trusted retainer, and her business becomes more integrated as the seas open up.

“According to the rules, it should be Aragalon; he is the eldest son.” Darkus spoke slowly only after Finnubal’s laughter had completely subsided. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that his statement was easily misunderstood, so he added a crucial qualifier without hesitation: “The army!”

A look of realization flashed across Finnubar's face, which quickly turned into a helpless and self-deprecating shake of his head and a bitter smile.

In the religious doctrines of the elves, the firstborn son was never endowed with any natural holiness; however, in secular traditions, especially in the aristocratic system, the firstborn son carried an almost irreplaceable symbolic significance.

The primogeniture system is the cornerstone for maintaining family continuity, the smooth transfer of power, and internal order.

The second son, on the other hand, is often raised as an alternative.

Finnubar himself had two sons: the eldest, Jerion, and the second, Bel-Ayhor; Moralion was the same, with the eldest son, Aragalon, and the second, Aesarion; Darrowland was no exception, with the eldest son, Darrow, and the second, Darrow.

This also explains why it was Azsarian who accompanied Finnubar to Elsin Alwyn, while Darrowland sent his eldest daughter, Adeanna. Although Azsarian and Bel-Ayhor were not related by blood, they shared a deep bond, almost like brothers, due to being the second sons of each other, being sent to Asriel, and following Darkus to Nagarus together.

However, the situation for the Moralyon family has now taken a significant turn.

By a combination of circumstances and differences in personal choices, Azsalion's influence and prestige within the army far surpassed that of his brother. As Malekith's adjutant during his time in Nagarus, he not only remained at the heart of power for a long period, but also, at the crucial moment when Malekith stepped into the sacred flame, personally carried the unstable Malekith on his shoulders as one of the armor removers, bringing him closer to the sacred flame itself.

Duruci, Enil, and Asley in the army all recognized Elsalion. The latter two's recognition stemmed not only from his position as Malekith's adjutant but also from his frequent and pragmatic contacts with these two groups during Elsin Alwyn's time.

He looks familiar.

They have a say in things.

Aragalon, who should have been rooted in the military system, remained in the Kingdom of Iris for a long time, focusing on family affairs and local management.

It's completely reversed.

Perhaps, as the eldest son, he will eventually inherit the family business; but his future achievements will likely be difficult to match those of his younger brother, Azarion. At least that's how Darkus sees it; in his view, Azarion has already joined the ranks of 'strong contenders for the future Phoenix King'.

"Sigrid." After a moment, Darkus stopped his fingers from tapping the table unconsciously and uttered the name in a steady and clear voice.

Finnubar nodded in agreement.

Siglin Hayglow was not only from Southern Iris, but also his distant cousin. Moreover, her military career had indeed reached a perfect juncture; she had earned merit and prestige, and it was time for her to retire from the army and embark on another equally important, but more long-term, path.

"The University of Economics will be located in El Salli." After confirming that Finnubar had no objections, Dakous smoothly announced the next arrangement.

It's time to cut the cake.

Finnubar paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. His original plan was to establish such academies in core cities like Lorthene or Tal Iris. But almost instantly, he realized that Darkus's considerations were clearly more far-reaching and mature.

This was a conscious tilt.

At the institutional and resource levels, we are proactively strengthening South Iris's position and cohesion.

Unlike the well-ordered territory of Kosqui, the Kingdom of Iris has a long and narrow map stretching from the south to the north, resembling a spine stretched to its limit, presenting a unique geographical pattern that is almost a mirror image of Annam and Chile.

This led to a long-term political division within the kingdom, with many southern families congregating in El Salli, their sights set on the vast ocean rather than the inland. After all, usable land there was scarce, and it bordered the Kingdom of Itien. Its major city, El Salli, like Tal Iris, was nestled against a rugged crater, forming its own independent world.

"Litalis Stashad has also retired and returned to Tal Corelli to oversee the preparations for the Naval... Ship Academy." Darkus spoke calmly, as if he were continuing to unfold a blueprint he had already mentally rehearsed many times.

This time, Finnubar didn't nod immediately. He raised his head, his gaze passing over the table to look directly at Dakous, his eyebrows slightly raised, his expression clearly saying: Are you sure?

This arrangement touches on more sensitive and core areas than before.

“Naval Engineering College.” Dakous spoke slowly and deliberately, extending his left hand and pressing down with his thumb first, his movements steady and resolute. “It covers core disciplines such as shipbuilding, power, and weapon systems.”

His index finger then pressed down.

"The Naval Aviation Academy is dedicated to training flight officers for the naval aviation force and coastal defense aviation force, as well as supporting aviation personnel."

The middle finger, ring finger, and little finger fall in sequence, each slight press accompanied by a clear and calm planned approach.

"The Naval Petty Officer Academy trains professional and technical petty officers for the Navy, with a focus on underwater warfare, equipment operation and maintenance. The Naval Medical College trains naval medical personnel and undertakes naval medical support tasks."

As his left hand slowly closed and clenched into a fist, a complete, future-oriented Elf Navy education system took shape in the air, its outline clearly defined.

Finnubar's expression turned serious, and his fingers began to tap rhythmically on the table without his noticing. The tapping was initially low and slow, like a dragon boat cutting through the fog. Then it gradually quickened, becoming fine and tense, vaguely revealing the turbulent waves churning within him.

As a navigator who has spent his life with the sea, and as a naval commander who has weathered storms, he understands better than anyone what it will mean once these five institutions are truly established.

It's not as simple as just having more schools and training more officers.

That is the foundation for the future transformation of the Elf Navy, a massive project that completely reshapes the soul and structure of the navy from its very roots.

In his mind's eye, these five academies unfolded almost instantly into five grand and meticulously crafted blueprints. He seemed to already see, in the not-too-distant future, an elven navy nurtured by such a complete system.

It possesses state-of-the-art ships best suited to tactical needs, maintained day and night by a highly trained team of engineers;

Its air power can seize air superiority and suppress the sea and coast;

Every one of its sailors is a technical expert who is proficient in his or her job.
Its commander is able to calmly manage the information deluge;
Its medical system allows wounded soldiers to receive treatment at sea that is no less effective than on land...

A shiver, a mixture of extreme excitement and profound helplessness, slowly crept up his spine.

The excitement stems from the fact that the navy will undergo another iteration—not just the iteration of the Duruci navy, but the iteration of the entire Elf navy.

The powerlessness stemmed from his equally clear realization that all the experience, tactics, and glory of his generation, including his own, that he was familiar with, relied on, and even used to make a name for himself, would quickly fade in the face of this systematic and explosive knowledge system, becoming just another footnote in history.

Darius was not merely building a navy; he was defining the rules of the sea for the next era.

And he himself, this navigator of the old era, was now standing on the watershed between the old and new eras, witnessing the old nautical charts being burned and the new star map slowly unfolding before his eyes.

The tapping of the fingers finally stopped at a dull and crisp pause.

"Where do you plan to set up the other four universities?"

Finnubar raised his head and looked at Dakos again, his eyes filled with an almost solemn solemnity, as well as a deep-seated awe and certainty about the impending, mighty wave.

“The Naval Engineering Academy should be located in Anaheim.” Darkus’s tone was calm and resolute, clearly indicating that this arrangement had been considered countless times in his mind. “The Naval Aviation Academy… the location is tentative, but I hope Arslan will be in charge of the preliminary preparations. The Naval Petty Officer Academy is also pending, and as for the Naval Medical Academy, I think it would be more suitable to locate it in Eichriel.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it built up gradually. Each name he uttered seemed to mark a place on an invisible map.

Behind every location choice lies a meticulous balancing act between resources, power, existing traditions, and future strategic direction. This is not merely about building a few schools, but about anchoring decisive coordinates one by one on the future power and knowledge map of the Pokémon world.

Engineering schools are destined to be located in Anaheim.

In the near future, it will be transformed into a major industrial region, where steam, electricity, machinery, equipment, and assembly lines will converge to form a new landscape. The most advanced machinery manufacturing and shipbuilding industries will take root here, becoming an irreplaceable pillar of the kingdom's tax revenue and engine of productivity.

Logically, such a crucial industry should be safely located in the heart of Ulthuan, rather than in Nagarus.

But there's no way around it; producing the Arcane Orb requires Deha.

This technical limitation virtually eliminates all safer options.

The Naval Aviation Academy certainly cannot be located in Lorthene. As the administrative and power center, the palace spires and parliament dome symbolize order and majesty. If aircraft were to roar and circle around all day, taking off and landing with a deafening roar...

Airplane, Second Ring Road, right?

However, he preferred that Arslan lead the preparations. This aviator, born into nobility, possessed a rare combination of ambition and restraint, and he admired the rare composure and sense of propriety in his character.

Arslan knows when to spread his wings and when to fold them, which is exactly the quality needed to lead such sensitive and cutting-edge projects.

The location of the Naval Medical School in Ashriel carries a dual significance: on the one hand, it is an intentional effort to strengthen the region's voice and cohesion; on the other hand, it is also a subtle way to enhance the influence of the Alisa faction within the Aisha sect.

As for the Naval Petty Officers' College, along with the Ocean University, which Dakous never explicitly mentioned but which already occupies a place in the overall plan, it is a comprehensive institution covering marine science, resource development, and shipping management.

He preferred to place them in the same location, but that ideal location was still shrouded in mist, fraught with uncertainty and untapped risks. Finnubar nodded slowly, his expression no longer merely understanding, but an almost instinctive approval. Dakota had considered and balanced everything, compressing feasibility and ambition into a single blueprint.

Then, he looked up at the other person, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity and inquiry.

"I'm curious, what kind of academy are you planning to open in Tal Iris?"

"Jiaotong University?"

“Transportation?” Finnubar paused slightly, repeating the question unconsciously, clearly surprised by the answer.

“Transportation engineering, communications engineering, railway-related fields… and so on.” Dakos rubbed his chin.

This kind of transportation is not the same as that kind of transportation.

The name Jiaotong University might initially conjure images of specific modes of transportation, such as cars, trains, and airplanes. However, its connotation and positioning are actually much deeper and more ambitious.

In essence, National Chiao Tung University is a comprehensive research university, particularly known for its engineering science, information technology and management. Its core mission is to cultivate high-level interdisciplinary talents, conduct cutting-edge scientific research, and directly serve national strategic needs.

The word "transportation" originates from the saying "When heaven and earth interact, all things communicate," implying exchange, accessibility, and integration. This meaning almost perfectly aligns with the emphasis on general education, interdisciplinary studies, and systems engineering thinking in modern universities.

But in the El Salim language, transportation is transportation.

It refers to roads, tools, and the act of traveling itself.

“A good choice.” Finnubar showed an expression of agreement after truly understanding it.

Tal Iris was positioned as a hub for trade and circulation, and placing a university there would create a natural synergy between academia and urban function.

However, he still harbored a lingering, unspoken regret: if in the future the crater barrier behind it could be breached, and a direct and stable land-rail connection established with Safrei could be made, Tal Iris would no longer be just a port city, but would become the undisputed uncrowned hub of eastern Ausuan.

And the significance of this university will be pushed to a whole new dimension.

“You handle the Aragalon matter.” Dakous shifted the topic from the grand institutional design back to the specific and thorny personnel appointments, his tone crisp and decisive, leaving almost no room for maneuver. “If he and his father are willing, he can take a position in the royal court, or… learn from Bel-Aihol and accumulate experience and qualifications.”

A distinct wry smile appeared on Finnubar's face.

This task required no explanation; he immediately understood its difficulty and risks. It involved family sentiments and the political landscape, and a single misstep could backfire. But in the end, he took a deep breath, nodded, and accepted this unpleasant assignment.

However, just as he managed to calm his turbulent emotions, Darkus's next words were as sharp as a cold blade, making his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

"I suddenly thought of Darius and Dano..."

"Hiss..." Finnubal subconsciously gasped, as if the two names themselves carried some kind of cold and deadly poison, silently spreading in the air.

In his mind, Darrowland was a shrewd and experienced maritime trader, as well as a shrewd politician. His business acumen far surpassed his military talent, yet he knew how to make the right moves. Although he could still display a tall and elegant demeanor when donning armor, in actual military affairs, he often chose to entrust command of Kosquiat to the prince, who was more skilled in warfare.

Finnubar and he had a very close personal relationship, and the trust between them was not just superficial.

But in the generation of Darlos and Danno...

Aside from the word "defying the heavens" that he learned from Darkus, Finnubar could find no more fitting word to describe the existence of these two brothers. Many nobles of Kosquieu had even reached a consensus in private: if one of these two were to succeed to the throne one day, not only would he be unable to inherit even a fraction of his father's magnanimity, but he might even personally drag the kingdom into the abyss of tyranny and chaos.

They were almost a microcosm of the worst and most dissolute young nobles of Kosquie, and even of all of Ausuan.

The two brothers inherited their father's lean, elongated frame and his distinctive, angular features, but they discarded his self-control, sense of responsibility, and moral principles entirely. They were worlds apart from their composed, rational, and domineering sister, Adana.

Darlos, the legal heir to the Kosquière family, also serves as a judge in the Royal Court; Danno, on the other hand, firmly controls the family's stone mining business. On the surface, one wields the law, the other the wealth, enjoying immense prestige and legitimacy, but inwardly, they are already rotten and stinking.

The two brothers were alcoholics, rarely sober. In their spare time, they either indulged in unrestrained revelry and debauchery or engaged in near-pathological, brutal hunting on their own estate. Losing control and committing violence while drunk was commonplace. Fortunately, these disgraceful acts mostly occurred in private, because they both knew deep down that, at least on the public stage, they had to wear the hypocritical mask of 'decency'.

But there is no wall that is completely leak-proof.

Compared to his hot-tempered and easily swayed-by-emotions older brother, Dano was clearly more adept at intrigue and scheming. Accepting bribes and participating in smuggling were merely routine for him. Whenever Daros was enraged by his brother's illegal activities and attempted to investigate or settle scores, Dano was always well-prepared, weaving a plausible and airtight excuse to cleverly absolve himself of all responsibility.

Two scoundrels of noble birth, yet utterly shameless.

Two typical spendthrifts, utterly hopeless.

Finnubar sometimes even felt a kind of dark relief because of this; at least, it wasn't the case for Jerian and Bel-Ayhor; at least, it wasn't the case for Moralion's two sons.

Of course, this is only what Finnubar knows.

If he knew what those brothers had done on another divergent path of fate, in the world where he ultimately became the Phoenix King...

Darrow devised a plan and persuaded his brother, and the two brothers eventually bound their father Darrowland with chains as a pledge of allegiance to Tyrion; their father was publicly executed as a result, and their sister Adana's reputation was ruined.

Later, Koshir died at the hands of Dalos, while Jerón, who tried to dissuade and salvage the situation, had his throat slit by Dalos himself, and his body was used to feed the sirens of the abyss.

If Finnubar knew these things...

Darkus was well aware of the brothers' character, but he could not, and would not, play the role of a charlatan to predict crimes that had not yet occurred. However, this did not mean he would allow such an obvious threat to destroy the carefully constructed and repeatedly calibrated system of order he had built at some crucial juncture in the future.

For him, the unknown is not an excuse, and risk is not a reason to tolerate it.

Finnubar looked at Dakos deeply, a look that held no questioning, only understanding.

He knew that Darkus was up to something.

Darkus's fingers continued to tap rhythmically on the table, the sound low and restrained, as if counting down to some unannounced decision. After a moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Let Dalos join the Navy, Dano..." He paused slightly, his gaze steady and calm, "and send him to the White Tower of Hoss."

“You wouldn’t be thinking of…” Finnubar’s words were cut short, but his tone was full of understanding and a hint of barely concealed hesitation.

“Let’s see if they can pretend.” Darkus adjusted his posture, leaning back lazily in his chair, as if temporarily detached from a tense chess game. His fingers no longer tapped the table, but rested casually on the armrests, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the wood grain. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a cruel mockery in his voice, “If they can pretend, they’ll keep pretending. If they can’t…”

He chuckled softly, but his tone was as cold as a blade.

"According to the laws of nobility, women can also be heirs to the family line, and their children can take the father's or mother's surname according to the agreement between husband and wife. I believe that Darrowland will make a wise choice."

Dano is good at scheming and intrigue, so let's send him to the White Tower of Hoss.

There, there were no banquets, no indulgences, no gray areas for manipulation; only rigorous, almost rigid doctrines, a well-organized academic system, and omnipresent scrutiny and judgment. What a wonderful stage! Let him fully display his intelligence in such an environment.

Darlos is impulsive, stubborn, and a typical single-minded person, so let's throw him into the Navy.

The ironclad military discipline is there, showing no mercy and accepting no explanations. Given his temperament, sooner or later he will be badly hurt when discipline clashes with reality.

This is inevitable, not just possible.

Dacros once considered whether to make Dalos Marekis's adjutant, but he quickly rejected the idea.

Malekith has more important things to do, and there's no need for him to play house with children of this level, let alone use any special means for it.

In his view, given Malekith's temperament and insight, he was already growing impatient with the brothers. Malekith couldn't possibly have been unaware of them; the two had participated in the siege of Tal Achar, and Malekith must have seen them upon arriving at Tal Achar.

What kind of fighters hasn't Malekith seen?
One glance is enough to see their true nature and capabilities.

As for whether these two brothers still have any potential for development?
Darkus had no expectations and couldn't be bothered to waste his energy investigating. Of course, it would be even better if one could pretend, and know how to pretend, but the prerequisite was that one had to keep pretending.

Finnubar remained silent, offering neither agreement nor disagreement. He knew perfectly well that the two brothers were complete scoundrels, but he still couldn't understand why Darkus was so deeply involved in Darrowland's family affairs.
Adana?

In his view, this was ultimately a family matter. He didn't believe that either of the two brothers would become the successor to Kosquie after Darrowland. But then again, hadn't Darkus just intervened in Moralion's family affairs in almost the same way?

He himself also played a role in it.

National affairs, family affairs...

On Dakous's chessboard, the boundaries between the two always seem to be blurred. All relationships, bloodlines, and identities can be turned into pieces, and can be manipulated, sacrificed, and exploited.

"What about Avalon?"

Finnubar shook his head, choosing not to dwell on the issue any further, and instead steered the conversation to a more complex and sensitive topic. (End of Chapter)