Chapter 1082 The Little Queen Looking for Fun

"Congratulations, Draknir."

The gift box handed over by Davion made Draknir's smiling face more solemn.

Some dragon princes have brain problems, which is a well-known fact in the whole of Ulthuan, and the abstract school headed by Davion has won the respect of many people.

Especially after Draknir knew that Davion gave him the head of the Scourge of Hell when he was born, he was very awed by him.

Giving a head at birth, what can you give when you get married?

Thinking of Davion's recent actions in Tyrell with the legion, Draknir had a bad premonition. Could it be that the inside contained...

the head of a member of the Thirteenth Council of Skaven?

With expectation and uneasiness, the prince slowly opened the gift box and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not the head of a Skaven, but this red-yellow gem, which was obviously not an ordinary thing, still aroused Draknir's interest.

"What is this?"

Davian waved his hand, and without the servants serving him, he walked to the table and poured a glass of wine.

"Nothing. Didn't the Grand Prince of Miraliangno want to negotiate peace some time ago? So I went there in person, but the final result was not satisfactory.

When I walked to the city gate, I felt something was wrong. Since I was already here, I returned to the main city of humans."

"So?"

"I thought you were getting married soon, and I didn't have anything special. I dug in the Dragon Bone Wasteland for a few years, and all the things were handed over to the treasury.

I saw some good gems in the Temple of Myrmidia, so I took one back."

Taking gems from the Temple of the Gods as gifts... Is he really worthy of being an abstract dragon prince?

Although Draknir had many gems as big as a child's fist in his hand, he still accepted this thoughtful gift and thought about finding an opportunity to send it back to the Temple of Myrmidia.

The gods belong to the gods, and the mortals belong to the mortals. This is Caledor's consistent strategy. Fighting does not mean being hostile to the goddess of war of humans.

Seeing Davian's gift, Imrick complained, "I knew he wouldn't give anything serious, unlike me who made special preparations for my child's wedding."

Such words caused silence among the people present. What did Imrick prepare?

A sword that should have been inherited by Draknir, he passed on all the things that the Dragon Prince should have to his son.

But the only thing missing was the Dragon Horn.

Everyone looked at him with contempt. If you really want to give it, why don't you give the Dragon Horn to your son? He will inherit it sooner or later anyway.

Seeing the strange looks of everyone, Imrick was a little puzzled. Could it be that the sword that has been passed down for thousands of years cannot express his blessing for his child's marriage? What's going to happen?

After searching for a long time, he found that the Dragon Horn could not be given. It was an important symbol of the head of the family and could only be inherited by the child after his death.

Then just give a Phoenix Crown. It's useless anyway.

Taking out the Phoenix Crown, Imrick emphasized, "According to the laws of Ulthuan, the ownership of lost objects belongs to the person who finds them. Since I found the Phoenix Crown, it means that I can..."

"Father." Draknir's tone was heavy, which made Imrick stunned. Don't you want to be the Phoenix King?

"I'm still young and don't want to lie on the throne and wait for death."

Putting the Phoenix Crown away unhappily, Imrick cursed, "You stinky boy, you dare to make fun of me."

Attila was a little helpless. Although she looked at the child with relief, she was vaguely worried that Draknir would become like his father in the future.

Giving the Phoenix Crown as a gift, is this something an elf can say?

"Okay, okay, you two stop making jokes, Elisara is here."

Hearing the arrival of the little queen, Davion glanced at Imrick, thinking that this relationship was really confusing.

Assuming that Draknir was crowned the Phoenix King again according to the path laid by Imrick, he must give birth to a daughter with the Everqueen.

But who is the next Everqueen? Elissara, the daughter of Imrik and Alarielle, and who is Draknir? The son of Imrik and Atira.

One of the important reasons why Caledor said that Malekith could not be crowned Phoenix King was that the Everqueen at that time was the daughter of Aenarion. Now the situation is reversed. Sure enough, the existence of the fatalism of elves' reincarnation is reasonable.

When the little queen entered the hall, the people present cast their admiring eyes on her. This admiration came from her beautiful face that was almost the same as her mother's, and also from her noble status.

The daughter of the Phoenix King and the Everqueen, and unexpectedly, it was the fruit of love.

Elissa came to her father and greeted Imrik with court etiquette, "Your Majesty."

Then she wanted to greet Prince Caledor, after all, this was her blessing on the marriage on behalf of the mother goddess Aisha.

However, Imrik waved his hand, motioning her to come and sit down, and said in a nagging tone, "You don't have to follow that rhetoric here. It's all Alarielle's fault for being too anxious. If it's later, you should call me father anywhere."

Because of various relationships, even though everyone knew that Elisara was Imrik's daughter, they couldn't obviously put a hat on Finubar after all, so they could only call him as before.

"Father." Elisara narrowed her eyes, enjoying her father's patting of her head.

The little queen looked around her brother with a little curiosity, but didn't find the person she was looking forward to, "Brother, where is my sister-in-law?"

Apparently, Elisara was also very curious about Gladys, whom she had only met once in childhood. How charming was she to be able to hold on to the Caledorian who was obsessed with dragons?

Draknir's smile was a little silly, and there was no trace of a prince at all, just like a husband waiting for his wife to enter the house.

"She's still in the room, probably chatting with her sister."

Although he wanted to stir up trouble and break into the bride's stage, this family was not easy to mess with, especially Imrick. If anyone dared to make a fuss at the wedding, he might be forced to move stones in the mine for three years.

But there are always people who want to have some fun, such as the abstract artist Davion.

Davion rolled his eyes and gave Elisara a bad idea, "Little Queen, we are a bunch of rough people and are embarrassed to inquire about Gladys's situation, but we are still curious about what the mistress of the palace will think of the dragon prince.

Why not..."

This was just an excuse. In fact, including Imrick, everyone was very curious about Gladys's current situation. After all, it was the first case of a commoner marrying into the dragon court.

Atila looked embarrassed, "This is not good."

But even so, the princess was already pushing the little queen's back, indicating that she should go to get information quickly.

Although the age difference is not much, there is a generation difference after all. In this case, the younger one should go.

"Father?" Although Elisara was a little moved, she still asked the Phoenix King what he thought.

And Imrick was also very honest. He couldn't make trouble, but it didn't mean that he couldn't make trouble.

The Phoenix King touched his ear, looked at the towering palace ceiling and said, "Hmm? What did Davian say just now? I can't remember it for a while." (End of this chapter)