Chapter 494 Politics and Management


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  Chapter 494 Politics and Management

  After leaving the hotel and cleaning away the tears shed during his midnight dream, Rascal crossed half of the city and walked towards the palace on the outskirts.

  Looking at the light yellow flowers planted at both ends of the road, it feels like Caledo. Even the palace ornamental plants use Milanese flowers, which symbolize honor and courage.

  He greeted the guard, took out the documents Judith gave him, and stood there waiting for a while.

  He saw many Kisli ladies staying in the palace, walking around with brooms, or using maintenance tools that he couldn't understand. They looked at him with curiosity and surprise.

  Apparently, these servants were a little surprised by the visit of a Kisli lady. As for why, Raskol vaguely got the answer yesterday.

  After obtaining permission, he placed dangerous items such as weapons in the storage room. With his current status, he could no longer bring weapons in front of the prince.

  After entering the palace under the guidance of the servant, Rascal wanted to ask the girl what she should pay attention to, but he noticed the cautious posture that could be seen from the side and thought it was better to forget it.

  After seeing him more, I found that I had no fear of the Dragon Prince. From a certain perspective, he was still a good elf, as long as he didn't become his enemy.

  Unexpectedly, Imrik was not leaning on a chair drinking, or fully armed at the training ground. Instead, he was wearing a silk red and white robe and writing something behind a large wooden table.

  The servant bowed, showing his humble attitude without any concealment,
  "Your Highness, Raskol has been brought here."

  Without raising his head, Imrik continued to write the war report to be forwarded to the Phoenix Court. Although there is a lack of respect for the Phoenix Court, the necessary procedures must still be completed, especially under the premise that Fenubar also provides a lot of support for the expedition.

  "Well, go down."

  Realizing that the retired noncommissioned officer didn't know how to act, Imrik raised his arm and pointed to the sofa next to him,

  "Twenty minutes."

  "I understand."

  The concise but effective communication really continued. Consistent style. Rascal walked next to the sofa, poured himself a glass of special wine, and waited quietly.

  Imrik, who was holding a quill, did not imagine that he would be troubled by such a long report. Although he always liked to laugh at himself as a reckless man, before being a warrior, he was still a man with more than two hundred years of experience as an heir. , he is also good at writing documents.

  After briefly explaining the beneficial effects of this battle to the Phoenix Court, Imric put down his quill. This joint operation went much smoother than before. Ulthuan has always been difficult to form a strong expeditionary force. One of the reasons is that they like to blame each other. After mistakes are made, they are accustomed to throwing the responsibility to friendly forces in order to gain influence.

  However, some of the mistakes that occurred this time were all taken over by Caledo, and no clown dared to say that he was incompetent.

  After putting the report in the filing cabinet to be sent, I finally had time to look at the noncommissioned officer's condition.

  Compared with the young man he saw outside Kislev, Raskol has undoubtedly become much more mature now. Time has left traces on his face, and some wrinkles twist around his eyes with his movements.

  The same is true for strength. If I previously evaluated him as a pretty good soldier, but now I can barely get a hero unit, at least it seems that I can defeat a few cans of chaos.

  "What subjects do you plan to major in?"

  "Philosophy, economics and military command courses." Lascole said the subjects he had long thought about. Philosophy is a personal interest, economics is for development. As for military command, I hope The knowledge learned in this course will never be used. Imrik nodded imperceptibly. He was afraid that the sergeant would just take up some useless art subjects. Although philosophy was somewhat similar, as long as he didn't think too deeply, it wouldn't be a big problem.

  "Due to your particularity, the dean thinks you can choose a few more minor subjects. Generally speaking, the main minor subject in comprehensive colleges is swordsmanship, but I believe you no longer need this kind of knowledge."

  Lascole Nodding, the real battlefield is much more useful than the teacher's teachings. You still have to experience fighting in person, after all, the target will not fight back.

  "What else do you think I need to learn?"

  "Political science and management, although this will leave you no time to rest, but you must be used to it." "

  I understand." Rascal did not refuse, or at all There was no possibility of rejection, and he vaguely noticed something strange. After all, the experience he had along the way was indeed somewhat unique compared to others.

  But no matter what, risks always come with benefits. He is not naive enough to think that the elves are the saviors. Everyone has their own goals.

  "Very good, we will set off for Tal Kaled the day after tomorrow. Be prepared."

  After Raskol was taken away by the servants, Imric stared at the sofa where he had been sitting for a long time.

  I hope you won't disappoint me. Many times it's not up to us to decide our own destiny, but when fate comes, I will accept it calmly, insult you and get out, and then do what I want to do.

  I casually looked around, especially the documents on the table, and found that the relevant handover work had indeed been completed. I stretched myself, stood up, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

  The servants were carrying the belongings of the two royal members, most of which were clothes. Although Adila was not a princess who was particularly good at dressing up, she would always buy a few pieces of clothing she liked.

  In addition to the clothing that is regularly sent to Tyronlock's palace every year, as well as the clothes sent from the tailor shop responsible for royal attire, the palace needs a separate room to store these precious clothes.

  Compared to Imrik, who only had a dozen or so pitiful robes, Adira was undoubtedly much richer, but many knowledgeable people understood that even if these expensive clothes were tied together, they would not be as good as the Caledo in the showroom. Armor.

  Adila was gesturing with a purple dress and seemed to be hesitating whether to put it on. After glancing at her husband coming, she sighed and put the dress back on the hanger,
  "I bought this dress half a year ago." Yes, I can't wear it now. Should I blame you for causing me a lot of trouble?"

  Obviously, because of the huge change in figure, the wife's clothes now need to be specially customized, otherwise they will not show dignity and beauty. A sense of coexistence.

  Imric walked up behind his wife, hugged her with his arms, felt the rhythm of the unborn child, and said softly,

  "Isn't it just some dresses? I will ask Lothern's tailor family who serves the Phoenix King to come to Caledor." , specially made clothes for you, as long as you are happy, it will not be a problem to fill the palace." Although

  this made Adira a little happy, she still snorted coldly,
  "Have you forgotten Caledo's financial situation before? Although I am a lot richer now, I don’t spend money like this. And I want to change to a piece of armor. The one I use now was the one you gave me at the Battle of Fenouir Plains." In order to coax

  . The wife was happy and satisfied with this, just like a girl's coquettish tone, so she had to say,
  "Okay, okay, I will place an order specifically with Vaal Anvil, and I will ensure that I get an armor that satisfies you. Do you want to change the weapon? I see you are greedy for rice." Storm Spire for a long time."

  "Of course, as the Prince and Lady of Caledor, I must be the best."

  This woman never forgets the battlefield.
  Imric stopped talking, rested his head on the back of his wife's head, and smelled the light and fragrant hair.

  (End of chapter)
 

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