Chapter 644: What is Value
? The sky was the quilt and the ground was the bed. The two of them carried their mounts on their backs and did some happy things in a corner.
Places full of vitality will always make people feel strangely impulsive. Even if the palace is majestic and tall, it cannot control the free mind.
Only when you intuitively feel the vastness of the world can you understand your own insignificance, so you should seize the time to do something you like.
Imrik felt his waist was a little sore when he woke up from a few hours' sleep. He glanced at the rocks behind him and found that they were all shattered.
No wonder there is always an item for furniture purchase in the palace account book. With this kind of fighting power, who can withstand it.
When she was thinking about whether to go back to the Val Church to customize a high-strength iron bed, Adila came over with a wooden bowl, her smile was as warm as spring, "Wake
up, eat something."
"Don't give it. I'll make some vegetable soup to fool Drachnir into not being a picky eater. If I have to drink these things when I go out, I might as well live in the military camp." Despite his tough words, Imric still took the wooden bowl and found that there were a few pieces in it. The meat looks like rabbit meat.
Adila watched her husband finish the soup in two gulps, then took out the food held in the lotus leaf, intending to replenish his body. She had gone too far last night and was shaking a little when walking.
But it seemed that Imrik was fine with this. He swallowed the rabbit's head in one gulp and seemed to still have the strength to continue.
How about not going into the city today?
Feeling a little shaken by the thoughts in her heart, Adila quickly squeezed her arm and reminded her to calm down. It is embarrassing enough to do such a thing in the wild. You are the princess of Tyron Locke and you are still the heir to the prince. You cannot do this kind of thing. Don't pick up some things.
When he noticed that Adila's face was turning green and white, as if she was thinking about something in her mind, Imrik spit out the most disgusting spine and said directly without thinking, "Have you been sent to the Aurora Theater for further training? Why are you still here?
" He's going to change his face."
Adila calmed down, and as expected, the emotion she felt yesterday was all wrong, and the foul-mouthed prince still looked the same, unchanged at all.
Picking up the garland that she had placed deliberately yesterday, she walked towards the horse. Only the sound and the back appeared in Imric's heart.
"Hurry up, you have no sense of time at all, you are such a lazy fool."
Imrik secretly thought, why is this woman so crazy? She is angry with herself so early in the morning. She really doesn't regard her husband as Asul, and she still pretends to be in front of others. She looks like a mature and steady princess, but she acts like a little shrew when she comes home.
He's obviously less than two hundred years old, so why are he pretending to be aloof?
Picking up the clothes scattered nearby, he put them on leisurely. Fortunately, although the clothes looked quite simple, they were of good quality. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the strength of the mad woman, who would grab and pull her.
Compared with the intimate interaction between the two masters, the relationship between Mortellius and the lady seemed extremely sincere. They were walking around the grassland to compete with each other to see who could be faster. As a result, they ran all night and were lying on the lakeside panting and drinking water.
Imrik, who came to Mortellius, put on the saddle on his mount and asked the big shot,
"Why are you in such a hurry today? You asked me to bring my bank card, for fear that your little treasury is not enough." " As a prince, do you still need me, a princess, to pay for your travels?" Adila rolled her eyes. There is really no way to save her emotional intelligence. If she puts some thought into interpersonal communication, she won't be the only one besides Terry. There are a few of them, and most of them communicate with people from other kingdoms based on their status.
She did not show off and explained today's itinerary,
"There is an auction in Ariel tonight. I heard that there will be a lot of good things in this auction."
Imrik stepped on the saddle and said smoothly, "Tomorrow Is it online or underground?"
I have no interest in the public auction at all. The rags leaked from the palaces of various kingdoms can arouse a lot of adulation. The cloak that the wise king once used on the battlefield may be used. The bed sheets have been remodeled and still carry the residual warmth of the Phoenix King.
There are some pretty good things in the underground auctions, such as legal slave trade, some magic items that are prohibited from circulation, or more obscure business situations and relationships.
But if you want to buy these things, you can't just rely on gold leaf coins. Some buyers will name what they need, and those who don't have it can only watch.
"Underground and overt, neither of us have the right identity to enter. Besides, would you be interested in things from the Elion Palace?" "The
temples of a thoroughbred horse. I really don't know how this thing can sell for tens of thousands of gold." Ye Coin, if I go back and look for junk in the palace basement, I should be able to take care of all the auctions." "
For example." Adila didn't know much about what was in the palace basement, but she had only seen some from the outside. The trophies captured by successive princes, and the inner space needs to be opened by Imrik himself.
"For example, Malekith's sword Avanir when he was the Prince of Nagaryth, and the Destroyer fragment I captured in Fennuvar." Seeing his wife's disbelieving look, Imric wanted to satisfy his inner desire. Out of vanity, he named a big treasure,
"Or maybe it's Aenario's winged helmet."
"Don't lie to me. Hasn't the dragon armor been repaired?" Adira was full of doubts. Everyone knew that Aedila The Nario Dragon Armor has been repaired and was taken by Tyrion to conquer all directions.
The value of this artifact has finally been proven recently. It is so tough that even siege ballistas cannot penetrate it.
"It's not the dragon-armored winged helmet you imagined, it's the general's armor that Aenarion used before he became Asuryan's Chosen God." Imrik spoke of the past with a little nostalgia, but his tone was slightly Joking,
"Back then, the ancestral dragon tamer gave Aenarion two treasures, one of which was dragon armor. The Phoenix King happily put on the new equipment and went to find it with the legendary shining star dragon Indragunir. The Great Daemon of Khorne was dueled in a duel, but all the previous equipment and armor were placed in the locker room."
"This is..." Adira felt an invisible drop of sweat appear on her forehead, thinking of being hailed as Aenarion The living Tyrion said that this seemed very reasonable, but she noticed something in Imric's words.
"So the sword is also in the palace basement."
"It was stolen. The rebellious priest Vaal not only gave Malekith a life, but also took advantage of the chaos to steal a lot of things. His Majesty the Witch King was respected. Call him a hero." Speaking of the Vaal priest, Imric didn't even want to mention his name.
The result was also very fitting. Malekith was captured after his defeat, thrown into a volcano and used by the Dragon Prince as a tool to vent his anger.
Looking at Adira who stopped because of surprise, Imric smiled and said,
"It's just a bunch of junk. Now Caledor has as much as he wants. Rather than these meaningless reputations, we should focus on what we can use." What?"
(End of chapter)