Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1085 The so-called happiness

"The so-called happiness...is..." Imrik smiled bitterly. He felt that he was indeed not suitable for the job of a wedding host. Perhaps this was one of the few embarrassing scenes that he could remember in his heart.

"Haha, I just realized now that I am a clumsy Phoenix King. Someone asked me a long time ago how to hold on to destiny, and my answer was strength.

Before I met Adira, I always believed in the power of lances and dragons, and believed that as long as I had power in this life, I would be happy.

But now I understand that this is not a question, but an answer. "

"We can't hold on to our destiny, but we can find happiness while looking for our destiny... Sorry, I'm rambling again.

But I firmly believe that the two children in front of me have already found their happiness while exploring their destiny. Yes, I firmly believe..."

“Then in the name of my great ancestors, and the wishes of the family master… follow the wishes of the ancient kingdom.

Give birth to more healthy babies! Yes, this is how the dragons of Caledor can form a life-and-death covenant with their companions, and let the Dragon Spine Mountains echo with ancient songs and witness a great oath. "

By the standards of a wedding speech, Imrik's speech was a disaster, as the silence of the spectators undoubtedly proved.

But a wedding is not a show for outsiders. What really matters is the feelings of both men and women.

Imrik walked up to the couple, opened his arms and hugged them, "Bless you, children."

Draconir's tone was a little low, "Thank you, father, I never thought that you would become so sentimental because of a speech..."

The father smiled, "You are my only son, and you are also the blood descendant who will inherit everything from me. Maybe I was too harsh on you in the past, but..."

"I know, I know." Draconir hugged his father's body, indicating that there was no need to say more.

After the exchange between father and son, Gladys greets her in the novel, "Father, I may not be a qualified wife, but I believe I can do a good job."

"No, you don't have to force yourself, Gladys, you are my daughter and you have the right to enjoy the life you want..."

Imrik felt the hem of his clothes being pulled, and soon heard his wife's voice, "Are you done? It's my turn."

He gave the two children helpless expressions and gave up the throne to Adira. Perhaps in her heart, no matter how mature and powerful Drachnir became, he was still the picky child who secretly threw away the vegetables.

Imrik can't remember exactly what his wife and two children said. He only knows that on the wedding day, in order to show the courage of the Dragon Palace, he took Lao Mi to perform a fireworks show in the sky, and the whole city He was almost set on fire by the dragon's breath.

And His Majesty the Phoenix King, who had been complained by all the dragon princes, could not take off the imperial robes that had restrained him for a long time. Just like before in the military camp, he forgot all external things and only wanted to get drunk.

When he woke up the next day, he found himself lying in the middle of a pile of "corpses" of the Dragon Prince, with an unspeakable smell of alcohol all over his body.

His Majesty the Phoenix King looked at this place with some confusion. At first, as a father, he seemed to have to entertain guests, but then Agthel and his group asked him, "You are not the Dragon Prince anymore, why should you care so much?" If you want to do something, find a quiet corner and have a good drink.

There are quite a lot of empty spaces in the Dragon Palace, and they are quite spacious, so...

Why are there still dwarves?

Imric looked at Belegar who was still snoring in the corner. He did not remember that there were dwarves in the wine shop.

Probably because they were too short, they didn't attract attention.

Seeing that His Majesty was the first to wake up, Miranda, who had been waiting for a long time, brought a basin of water and signaled Imric to wash his face quickly, as there were still many things to do.

Although a thought could get rid of the bad smell on his body, Imrik still enjoyed this familiar feeling. When he wiped his neck with a towel, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.

Could it be that if I get drunk, no one will care?

"Where did Adila go yesterday?"

"Madam came here yesterday to take a look and found that you were holding a wooden barrel and making bets with Sir Damian. She left a word and left."

Don't think about it, she must be disgusted with the smell of alcohol, so it's best not to rely on her.

But Adila was not the only one present yesterday, my caring little cotton-padded jacket.

"Where's Phyllis?"

Not to mention it was okay, but when it came to Miranda's eyes, something was wrong, "Phyllis was communicating with the guests yesterday, but after learning that there was a wine bureau here, she chose to participate midway.

Don’t you remember that Phyllis was still holding you and crying, asking why Dracneil was not her son? She obviously worked hard..."

Imrik, whose face was thinking more and more about Druzi's changes, turned green when he recalled what happened yesterday.

This woman is a total embarrassment to me.

"In the end, his father forcibly dragged him away by his ears."

"Well done."

Seeing Imric scrubbing his face clean, Miranda reminded, "Your Majesty, there are many people who want to visit you today. Before Phyllis comes forward, I will temporarily waive the request for you. If necessary, can you Need to contact again.”

"No need. If you need anything, come to the Phoenix King's Court to find me. I am just the head of the family now."

"Understood, I will tell you on your behalf."

Knowing that His Majesty did not want some troubles to disturb his happy mood, Miranda slowly left with the silver-plated water basin, leaving Imrik alone and awake in the side hall.

At this time, Imrik was identifying the specific ingredients of the drunken man.

Members of the Noble Council, the original high-ranking dragon prince... why are the flame knights here, are you worthy of the shining dragon armor you are wearing?

Angrily kicking Assanil away who was the most aggressive yesterday, Imric walked to Belegar and angrily slapped the Lord of the Eight Peaks' round and bulging belly which was still heaving.

"Wake up, the greenskins and rat-men have broken into the tunnel hub, and your title of Lord of Eight Peaks Mountain is about to change hands."

"What! I am the real master of the Eight Peaks Mountain!" Beleja growled, but soon found out who the speaker was, and his expression became a little dissatisfied.

"Why haven't I noticed before that you also like to make some humorous jokes? Don't say such deadly things in front of the dwarves, or I will record your hatred in the book."

"Heh, maybe Caledor should also get a book of hatred to intimidate his opponents?"

Imrik waved his hands, lifted the ankles of the son of the High King, and threw them to the open space aside. The hairless mustache was not worthy of lying on a chair in the dragon's palace.

Slapping the palm holding the dwarf's ankle with disgust, Imric poured out a glass of beer again, "Tell me about the situation in the Eight Peaks Mountain. I have not forgotten the promise I made to Thor Green - Longya Castle." (This chapter. over)