Chapter 1114: Notice to Gilgarion

The silver-helmeted knights were waiting for the Phoenix King at the foot of the mountain, and a giant herder that walked on the rugged rocks as if it were flat ground would undoubtedly attract many eyes.

Many people wanted to ask what happened, especially after seeing the bullies of the Anuli Mountains - Chimera, Hydra and Manticore, this curiosity became stronger.

Some people speculated that the Phoenix King killed them all, and only the wise and powerful Majesty could hunt down the powerful monsters so easily in an afternoon.

Now the title of His Majesty the Dragon Lord is not given to him for glory, but the Phoenix King himself bestowed this title and honor.

As a dragon lord, killing a few monsters is naturally a piece of cake.

But when they learned that the Manticore was killed by a little girl, everyone was dumbfounded, and what was even more dumbfounded was that this hermit named Anasta had become His Majesty's student and the choice of Kunos.

For a while, the news made the city of Arion a hot topic, and many old guys with a keen sense of smell had quietly left Tal Ailier to avoid intervening in this dispute that lasted for a hundred years.

Gilgarion looked unhappy at the banquet. When he saw that wild girl being surrounded by nobles, he had guessed what Imric was going to do.

Elyon had the strongest cavalry force in the Inner Ring Kingdom and even in the whole of Ulthuan. After the Caledor dragons revived and the dragon princes returned to the sky, it had become the well-deserved cavalry overlord.

However, with tens of thousands of elite riders, Elyon had little impact on the war situation in Ulthuan over the past hundred years. The military force that could turn the tide on paper was barely enough to protect itself.

This obviously made the Phoenix King, who now advocated aggression, very dissatisfied, and this also made Prince Elyon very unhappy.

You can ask for soldiers, but you must provide a negotiable condition, rather than fooling people with the title of God's Chosen.

While Gilgarion was thinking, Imric had bypassed the noisy crowd and walked to the prince's side.

His Majesty the Phoenix King raised his wine glass and looked at the students surrounded by a group of nobles, saying with a face that was neither happy nor sad.

"We didn't have to do this."

"We didn't have to do this...Imric, I don't object to you being crowned the Phoenix King. I'm even glad that after a long time, a monarch who can lead Asur through the Dark Ages appeared in Ulthuan, but this doesn't mean that Arion will obey you unconditionally."

"Really?" Imric nodded lightly, "I always think of one thing, about my father... He once said that although Gilgarion is a little cunning and selfish, his bravery and fearlessness are not inferior to Prince Caledon...

I often use this to remind myself that you are a worthy opponent or ally. Cunning and selfishness are the duties of a prince, and bravery and fearlessness are the nature of a warrior.

But maybe my father died too early and didn't see the disappearance of a warrior... This is really worth it. Fortunately, if he knew that the people who once fought side by side with him had become cowards in war, I wonder how he would feel.

It should be sad, after all, you always expect Caledor to turn the tide and let the dragon prince take on everything. "

"Provocation is useless to me, Imrik. I know your ambitions well. The dragon's desire for conquest will take everything in sight.

But the vast and endless grassland is enough for knights to gallop. We are different from the dragons in the sky and can clearly see the end of our vision.

Your desire for conquest will make Ulthuan pay the price! "

Gilgarion clenched the crystal cup with his fingers. Perhaps he was a wise man, with a far-sighted vision to illuminate the darkness ahead, but a wise man is always just a bystander and has no courage to raise a spear to stab the future.

"Heh, so I hate your face for Ulthuan. Like Alarielle, you mistakenly think that continuing the past traditions will give you a quiet life."

The disdainful sneer, as Gilgarion crushed the glass to stop, the banquet was forced to stop by the prince's action.

Seeing the unfriendly prince and the Phoenix Queen with a raised corner of her mouth, even a fool would understand that the two had a little conflict.

"Imric, I respect you out of respect for the dragon lords of all generations and the honor you have shown in fighting against the enemies of Ulthuan. If you want to humiliate Elion, please don't try to do it in some clumsy way."

"For example?" Imric smiled with interest, not caring about Gilgarion's threat.

"This little girl who was named the Chosen of Kunos just wants to use the convenience of the gods to let the Elion Knights satisfy your endless desire for conquest."

The straightforward words surprised many people. Although they were pretended, they had to be done.

Who made the political system of Ulthuan decide that the person who can truly rule the middle-class nobles is the prince.

"So is Anasta the Chosen One of Kurnos? Do I need to bring her to the Forest Council for certification?"

Gilgarion answered with difficulty, "No need."

"Then what do you mean by what you just said? The Chosen One calls on the followers of Kurnos to gallop in the mortal hunting grounds. What does it have to do with me, the Phoenix King?"

Such a shameless explanation made Gilgarion understand that Imrik no longer cared about the so-called prince's face at this time. As long as he wanted it, he could get it in his hands in various ways.

Without this Chosen One of Kurnos, there is still the will of Asuryan and the decree of the Mother Goddess... If Gilgarion still wants to maintain the majestic image of respect for the gods, he must grit his teeth and endure it.

The generous Imrick patted the cold-faced prince on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You are too sensitive. Aren't the Knights of Arion also your people when they are hunters of Kunos?

Their hunting can not only bring honor to Kunos, but also let the Pegasus Court show its majesty to the world."

Imrick nodded to Bella, indicating that the little girl of the Red Haired Family should explain the specific meaning of this sentence to the prince. Times have changed.

I may not be able to abolish your position as a prince, but it is not difficult to overthrow it. If you cooperate obediently and sit on the same ship, you can naturally share the fruits of war.

But you are always so uncooperative, trying to watch from the sidelines as a wise man, quietly enjoying things that you should not have, so don't blame the Phoenix King for being rude.

Several high-ranking nobles invited the prince to the other courtyard for discussion, hoping that you can understand the difficulties of His Majesty the Phoenix King and the determination of the Knights of Arion.

We are full of belonging and pride in the Pegasus Court, but we can't stand your many times of not working hard in the War Council.

Anasta came to the teacher with a little worry. She liked these straightforward city people, but she didn't expect to be targeted by their leader.

She looked at Gilgarion who was taken away and asked worriedly.

"Teacher, this won't cause any trouble, right?"

"Trouble? No, how can there be trouble? I like Arion very much." (End of this chapter)