Chapter 632: Father's Look
After Imrik decided to send the knight away, Lani proudly left the scene 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 anything emotional, no. There are so many opportunities to save it." Melina said 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 want to take care of it. Before they could say anything, Imric had already said, "Don't tell me again.
" If an item from a thousand years ago 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 again, all the participants will be transferred to Nagaris to eat dirt." He was threatened verbally
. The noble 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 to watch.
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 to seek some blessings and some good luck." Passing by the front hall
. In the clearing, I looked at Ingersolls who was sleeping soundly. I kicked him out of anger and tried to cheat him with food and drink. He told me to 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.
She walked up to the brat and squatted down while he was sitting on the ground digging. She pretended to be ferocious and cursed in dragon language,
"What are you doing? This is my territory!"
The maid took a half step back and looked at the relationship between father and son with a smile. Communication, 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 whether his childhood is happy.
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 indeed 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. She used her palms to disperse the earthy smell that entered her nose and said with a hint of disgust, "Miranda, don't stink.
" I feel that it is difficult for me to move when I see such a troublesome clothes. A kid should act like a kid and don't pretend to be an adult." "
Yes." Miranda kept smiling. Compared with the so-called royal majesty, the prince 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? Last time the palace spent money to repair the stone pillars." How much will it cost to prepare this time?"
"Grandpa will give me money." As he spoke, Draconir suddenly let go of the shovel in his hand and took advantage of the extremely close distance between him and his father. He grabbed the angular face with his mud-covered palms and said with a smile,
"I succeeded, I'm better than you."
Imrik, who was pressed on the face, was not angry and immediately grabbed the dirt on the ground and put it on his face. He kneaded them with his hands, threw out the tiny rocks, and wrapped the dirt on his son's face, hurting each other.
"I want you to know what the majesty of a father is!"
An invisible drop of sweat appeared on Miranda's forehead. You are talking about majesty when you are playing like this with a child.
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 with some curiosity,
"What kind of person is my grandfather?"
"He is a bastard. He was either in the military camp, in the mountains, or in never-ending meetings. When I was a child, I rarely When you see him, even if you see him, he always has a bad face." Imrik did not hesitate to express his evaluation of his father, but quickly reversed it, "
But he is also a prince, just like me. Just 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 and cannot be avoided." The father gently stroked the child's little head, and the kindness on his face was that of the
entourage I have never seen it before,
"You may complain in the future that I cannot fulfill my responsibilities as a father and rarely accompany you when you grow up. But please believe me, I... deeply love you, my son De Drachnir, just like your grandfather loves me."
Looking at his father's strange expression, Draknir, although he didn't quite understand, still held the big 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 string that had not appeared in his heart for a long time struck again. There used to be many pillars to keep him going, but since Draknir was born, A sense of relief emerged from my 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 Chapter)