Chapter 645: Protecting the Child's Dream
"Just in time, I saw Malhandel, the son of the divine horse, carrying his glorious master. He was full of hatred for the evil race. Under the sword, he lamented the sorrow of his compatriots, and the anger rising in his heart turned the Yanyang Sword. Ignite. The silver-helmeted knight trampled on the water solidified by magic and followed the sons of Aenarion to attack. Spears and iron hooves, flames and cries, glory and hymns, should belong to Asul." The poet's words caused doubts in several children, and they stopped
. Biting his finger and listening, he asked curiously, "Who is more powerful, Prince Tyrion or Prince Imrik?" The
old poet was embarrassed, who knew the answer.
No one has ever seen two warriors at the top of Ulthuan fight against each other. Many people used to admire Imrik's bravery, but with Tyrion's performance over the years, people have a little more understanding of this matter. Suspect.
After all, except for the battle on the Fennuvar Plains, no one saw Imric take action. He was away from Ulthuan most of the time. On the contrary, Tyrion was about to take up his position as the guard of Ulthuan.
The old poet stroked the child's head and said with a kind smile, "Then who do you think is more powerful?"
A boy next to him answered quickly, raised his sword and waved it, "It must be Prince Tyrion, he doesn't have a dragon. Help me, I can kill all the lower races with my sword and war horses, and I can become such a hero in the future."
The little boy waved his sword with the sound of whirring, and he relied on retrieving the crew of the performance in the villages and towns. Imitate the actions of the war lord.
He took a horse step with his short legs, pulled the reins with his left hand, grabbed the wooden stick from his compatriots, and started using Tai's sword technique on the spot.
Imric, who was listening to the play, was not angry at being said to be relying on the dragon, and said to the little kid who was happily imitating the heroic appearance of the war lord,
"Prince Tyrion is a pure-blooded descendant of Aenarion, at your age. When you are young, you can tear up sea snakes with your hands for snacks, and you can fall freely from a hundred-meter cliff, and you can't even hold a wooden stick steady. If you want your ancestor to be a big shot, maybe it is possible." The little kid blushed and raised his
head He picked up a wooden stick and pointed it at the two Tyranlock elves who came in halfway, and said fiercely,
"Then Prince Imrik also relies on blood, Minas Nir, the son of the legendary dragon Indragunir, doesn't he?" It must be much more powerful than him."
"Then at least his bloodline is very useful. He can let the son of the legendary dragon fight with him. He must be much nobler than you guys." Imric almost licked his nostrils and mocked the kid. It is a good thing not to overestimate your own abilities and recognize the reality early. You still dream all day long and want to be a great hero.
Adila, who was sitting next to her, slapped her husband's thigh and told him to stop talking and stop making trouble with a child.
She grabbed the boy's wooden stick, raised her hand to stroke the head of the boy who looked to be about the same physical age as her son, and comforted,
"Don't pay attention to him. He just couldn't beat his opponent before, so he always thought it was a matter of blood. He, He is just a bastard who has given up on his dreams and relies on satirizing others to satisfy his pathetic self-esteem."
The boy twisted his body to escape from the clutches of his beautiful sister, made a face to Imrik next to him, and walked away with a wooden stick. He ran to the poet to seek the answer,
"Enab, do you think bloodline really determines everything?"
The old poet still maintained a kind attitude. Although he had already understood the destiny, he still did not want the child's dream to be shattered.
Protecting children's dreams is what people like you should do, isn't it?
"No, Aenarion was once just an adventurer who traveled around the world, but in the end his courage and courage convinced the whole world. Asul is not noble because of his bloodline, but because of his honor and belief. ”
Apparently the poet’s words inspired the onlookers, who once again imitated lance or sword attacks with wooden sticks.
But they may have never considered the possibility that these weapons have little to do with civilians. Spears and bows are the sharp weapons that accompany them throughout their lives.
Although Imric wanted to say that Aenarion was Asuryan's destined choice, he was already one of the strongest people in Ulthuan before he sacrificed himself to the Platinum Phoenix Flame.
But looking at the excitement of these children, I feel like forget it. Being a predator in this life is already a real beast. Kunos opens his eyes and thinks about climbing up, that is just a dream.
The convoy set off again, and it would take another afternoon of walking to reach Tal Alil.
Adira, who was at the back of the motorcade, whispered to her husband who was walking beside him,
"Why are you so serious with a child? Even if you are really qualified to talk about blood theory, there is no need." She was a little confused, Ulthuan The head of the oldest existing family said this to the children in the township. What just happened was not normal behavior.
The most likely situation is that Imrik sounds like an ant crawling across his feet and continues walking without any trouble. The level difference between the two sides is really too big.
Imrik, who was walking side by side, looked up at the sky, seeming to feel the different sky, but his heart was always thinking about his family,
"Just talking about bloodline, it reminds me of the Gladys I met before, you said If the brat really marries her, how big a fuss will be made."
"It's difficult..." Adila was obviously hesitant. Although she didn't quite agree with the theory of blood, it seemed that it was the division between two species. difference.
But one is the future prince of Caledo, and the other is just a female newspaper reporter. You can imagine the difficulties that will be encountered.
Moreover, the brat's current physical condition makes it difficult for people to think that he is a normal Asul. Whose child first called his parents in dragon language.
Seeing her husband looking up at the sky, Adila seemed to feel something and expressed her doubts,
"Are you opposed to this?"
"No, I am not opposed to this." Imrik stopped looking up. , but thinking about the obstacles that will be encountered is also daunting.
I was a little excited before, thinking that the family finally had an enlightened person, but now I think about it and it's a little troublesome.
Although love plays a large factor in the marriage with Adila, and although there are some voices of opposition, wise people believe that this is a union that is in line with the current situation.
The union of the two princely families was used as a guarantee for the future, and no one deliberately asked whether this was in line with tradition.
But regarding the brat, Imric could only sigh deeply when he thought of his definition of prey.
The old poet is guarding the children's dreams, letting them look forward to future honors, and he also wants to guard the children's dreams. The lack of honor and power will not appear in the blood of the Dragon Tamer, but such things as happiness, But it takes a lifetime to ask.
"But I don't want his marriage to be deliberately arranged. He should have the right to pursue happiness instead of being shackled by the shackles of the heir. This is what I, as a father, should do." "We have long said
that Okay, isn't it?" Adira smiled, which was why she thought Imric was a successful family head who would not impose his will except for the fate that the family must bear.
"It's still early, but it can't be delayed too long. He'd better find the princess for me before he is a hundred years old." "You are really
impatient. You care more about your marriage than your own."
Imrik With his eyes widened, he pretended to be angry and said,
"He is my son. What can I do if I am not in a hurry."
Adila asked the lady to move closer, and took the stretched out palm.
"Same here."
In contrast, the children in front of them who were poking their heads on the carriage murmured in low voices. These two Tyrannroc Assur really didn't know any shame.
From the moment we first met in the morning, they were like conjoined twins, never moving more than two meters away, for fear that this small distance would turn into a separation of life and death.
(End of chapter)