Chapter 1095 Human Body Transformation
"Who are we waiting for?"
The confidant's question made Assanil, who was whistling and waiting at the port, turn his head, "Who do you think is qualified to let the Commander of the Royal Navy wait in a barren port?"
The confidants were excited for a moment. Could it be that His Majesty the Phoenix King has returned to the old world after a long time?
In order to show respect for His Majesty, the confidant tightened the hem of his clothes and carefully arranged the collar neatly. There was no styling water, so he had to spit into his hands in order to make the long hair that was blown strong by the sea breeze a little softer...
"Stop it, it's not Imrik."
The confidant smiled awkwardly and stopped stroking his long hair with his greasy hands, "Is it Prince Adira? Or War Lord Elsharion?"
"Who governs the Royal Navy."
The commander-in-chief's question made the confidant feel confused and said in confusion,
"Dragon Lord?"
"Do you think Imric is still dealing with a lot of troubles in the Phoenix Court, especially the tattered dossier of the Three Elves' recognition of his dominance, and still has the energy to pay attention to the Royal Navy wandering around the world?"
The confidants shrugged and thought so. Investigating a local business organization did not require the Phoenix King to personally take action.
"So it's His Highness Dracnir, but didn't he just get married? I haven't seen that prince run away to the old world when he encounters the two things of coronation and marriage."
"If your father is the Phoenix King, your mother is the prince, and the strongest dragon in Ulthuan is your guardian, you can be more casual than Draknir."
The confidant didn't know how to respond. Originally, Assanil was quite serious when he served as the general of Caledor Rest. After leaving the constraints of the Ulthuan environment, he was like a dragon regaining his nature. He would always say a few words about everything he encountered.
"Maybe...my father can't do it, but you can. I don't mind treating you as my biological father."
Assanil glanced at his cronies and knew he was joking, so he followed suit and said, "Dracnir doesn't have any heirs yet. I can help you introduce him to an adopted son of the Caledor family. It's not a shame at all."
"Why didn't I know about the adopted son in my family?"
Assaniel didn't even look back. When his confidant turned around nervously and bowed, he joked, "It's not just to help you solve your problem. Everyone knows that Adira is going crazy thinking about her grandson, including Imrik, of course. "
"Perhaps I should denounce the charge of disrespect to the royal family to the commander-in-chief of the navy." Dracnir waved his hand to indicate that the senior officer who had never met him did not need to be nervous, and walked to Assanil's side, "Although I know that even my father , will also become the object of your ridicule.”
"After all, I have known him for many years, ever since Imric had a crush on Nezhi Shelong."
"Dragoness, I hope that's literal."
"Of course, do you think that Imrik, like you, knew how to find women since he was a child?"
Draconir shrugged his shoulders to express his speechlessness. He was often ridiculed by a group of elders, especially for prematurely realizing that women are much more important than female dragons in some aspects.
"Okay, then you should also know how to investigate the Merchant Federation. I'm very curious about one thing, why Death Fang, who is cold by nature, would find you as an ally."
Assanil's smile couldn't be concealed. This was something he was proud of. Even if the dragons recovered on a large scale, the Death Fang was still the strongest group of dragons except the Star Dragon.
The commander-in-chief rubbed his cheek, pretending to be shy and said, "Maybe it's because I'm more handsome. Everyone in Caledon knows about this, and the dragon should also know about it."
Two disdainful glances were cast on Assanil's face. In order to change the atmosphere between the two big figures from joking to serious business, the confidant stiffly changed the subject.
"Your Highness, did you come to the Old World to deal with the Merchant Federation? I have to say that this is a necessary measure. From our preliminary search alone, Os Island has tens of thousands of slaves in captivity underground..."
"No, he was just accompanying his new wife on their honeymoon, and this happened to him."
Assanil's exposure made Draknir a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and said seriously, "Don't misunderstand the prince's actions. The most important purpose of my coming to the old world is to inspect the land under my rule. If I have any concerns about the territory, If you are ignorant, how can you talk about being a monarch?"
"Well, you are very similar to Imrik in this regard. You always like to make some excuses to cover up the embarrassing situation."
Dragon Scale slowly came to His Highness. Gerald was wearing navy armor, and his appearance and temperament were no different from those of the officers and soldiers who were searching.
"Your Highness, we found some information about human body modification, um... the situation is a bit bad."
He glanced at Assanil, wondering whether he should explain on the spot.
Assanil smiled casually and said, "Gerald, can't you even believe me?"
"No, this is just a duty. The area you are responsible for is military. I will ensure that any information flowing from my hands cannot threaten Caledor."
Draconir stopped the banter between the two old friends, "Tell me, I'm very curious about this matter."
"Preliminary judgment should be that it has some connection with the rat people... The breeding pigs mentioned by the slave traders are not like Druchi as we expected in advance. They just greatly increase the chance of fertility."
The Dragon Scale Head takes out two magical images on the paper. The special magic matrix will turn the paint into what the user sees.
As soon as Draconir took it, he felt a little nauseous.
In a dark room, there is a woman lying on a large wooden bed. Her limbs are obviously atrophied, her eyes are staring at the ceiling dully, and her body is only covered by a piece of linen. Judging from the obviously protruding outline of her lower body, this woman's pelvis is very wide... …
Assanil took a few glances and commented nonchalantly, "It seems that they still have some humanity. At least they know to cover themselves with a piece of rag. If they were rats, they might have been thrown into the garbage dump, letting the tools of wealth eat the flesh of the skinny baby."
As Draknir expected, Sartosa is too far away from Ulthuan and too close to the Old World. It may be difficult for the ratmen to penetrate and dig holes in a physical form, but the endless temptations are enough to make many people regard rodents as friends.
His Royal Highness returned the image to Long Lin, and turned to ask the Admiral of the Navy in charge of this matter, "What do you think?"
"I need to evaluate the life form of these slaves. If they are no different from ordinary people, they will be sent to the border princes to be responsible for the collection of supplies for the navy..." Asarniel shook the drawings in his hand and said, "But this technology is indeed very attractive. Don't you want to consider it?"
"No, I can't be sure whether there is a shadow of Tzeentch behind this. Of course, more importantly, the disgusting actions of these merchants make me feel sick."
Asarniel put away the drawings. The Dragon Prince did not appear in Sartosa. Under the instructions of the court, the Admiral of the Navy investigated and cleaned up the Chamber of Commerce that intended to subvert the country, and this drawing is a good evidence.
The intention is obvious, so that people far away know that even if the Dragon Prince is in the distant Ulthuan, he can still control the situation of any land.
When Draknir turned around and prepared to leave, Asarniel reminded, "Talk to Davion when you have time. The things he caused in Tyrell are not much simpler than Sartosa." (End of this chapter)