Chapter 1120 The Banquet That Cannot Be Held

The honorable retirees arrived before the Phoenix King with tears in their eyes, under the blessings and respect of their comrades.

Imric did not care about his different status now, and came to the veterans and hugged them one by one.

"Thank you for your contribution to Caledor. On behalf of the Dragon Court and the Dragon Tamer Family, I express my respect to a veteran...

I will ask Draknir to hold a banquet in the Dragon Court later to let the young prince know that there is a group of people who have contributed hundreds of years to the kingdom."

"My honor, Your Majesty..."

When he came to an especially strong old elf, Imric stopped hugging and squeezed his palm tightly.

"I am glad to have your loyalty. My father always said that Adrian's arm strength is enough to push down the tower and fight thousands of troops alone."

Adrian squeezed his majesty's palm tightly. He was half a head taller than Imric. Although his face was old, his eyes were very bright.

"Your Majesty, I still want to continue to serve you. I am only 620 years old, not the age to wait for death at home.

I will continue to serve His Highness Draknir for 200 years. If I am lucky enough to wait for the birth of the prince, I am still willing to serve."

"No, Adrian, if you are still loyal, you should obey my orders."

"I, I..." Adrian didn't know how to respond, and finally let go of the Phoenix King's palm and gave a hug to the monarch who had been loyal to him for a hundred years.

"It is my life's honor to fight for you."

"It is also my life's honor to fight for me."

The solemn military ceremony slowly unfolded with the sound of the dragon horn. Since the dragon lord blew the declaration of glorious retirement to the veterans, people began to sing the folk songs of the Caledor Mountains with a slightly sad tone.

After a ballad, even Imrick had some tears in his eyes. He rarely showed his sadness in front of others, but seeing the determination of so many Caledor children, the Phoenix King was very moved.

The maid walked to the Phoenix King and whispered, "You know I don't want to interrupt this ceremony, but it is necessary to take into account the thoughts of the Everqueen. You are the Phoenix King, not just Prince Caledor."

Imric turned his head and found that Alarielle was looking at the singing with a flickering look. After seeing her husband's eyes, the queen smiled and shook her head gently, indicating that she didn't need to care about herself.

Imric took a deep breath and wanted to announce a grand banquet, but considering the important position here, I am afraid that the vacancy of more than 10,000 people will make the border full of risks.

He ordered Masno. "Organize a banquet in an orderly manner. I need to see everyone's face."

"Understood."

As the order to hold the banquet was passed down, the crowded streets finally began to evacuate in an orderly manner. When someone asked where Prince Draknir was at night, Imric could only smile and explain.

"Your prince needs some time to see the world. I can't protect him forever, and you can't see the end of Caledor. He is becoming more powerful."

After learning this evaluation and what happened in Naggaroth in the north, Draknir looked at the note in his hand and was silent for a long time.

He is different from his father and every son of Caledor. He has been entrusted with important tasks since he was born. Normally, he should have been tempered in the garrison, but at the age of fifty, he has replaced his father as regent.

This made Draknir not have a strong sense of identification with the army. They are the children of Caledor, a group of people who voluntarily take risks, that's all.

He couldn't do what his father did, hug and greet the veterans in front of everyone, ignore the heavy affairs of the royal court, and hold a banquet for several months in the far north just to see every face loyal to the court.

They are not resources... They are living people, my people.

When they stood in the northern land and fought with Chaos believers, I shouldn't waste time on irrelevant things...

Draconil, who was so thoughtful, gave up the supervision of the God-blessed evil party. Instead of wasting time on humans, he might as well end this journey as soon as possible and return to Caledor to serve every citizen.

The prince turned and looked at his wife, and found that she was waiting anxiously.

"Are you okay?" Gladys was a little worried. Since Draconil got a note, she sat there and pondered, and her expression changed a lot.

"It's okay... I just think about how to be a person like my father."

"Father..." Gladys did not comment. For Draconil now, how to overcome his father's dragon-like shadow is a difficult thing to look forward to.

Whenever he walked to a mountain peak, he would find Imrik waiting for him in front.

Putting the note away, Draconil nodded gently, knowing his wife's thoughts, no one could comment on this matter.

Father and son are not only the relationship of inheritance, but also the proof of shadow and light. Whether to be willing to be a monarch under the shadow of his father, or to break through the cover and seek his own glory, is a headache.

"Go back to Sartosa, the matter of Bretonnia is over."

Gladys hesitated and looked at the distance, and could only nod with difficulty. Her husband did not want her to see too much killing, but just a few refugees met on the road were enough to show the evil deeds of the God-blessed evil party in Bretonnia.

The head of Duke Lyonness was hung on his waist by Loccia, as a trophy to announce the fear from Ulthuan to the old world. Groups of slaves were tied together and sent to the Black Ark to wait to become bones under the land of Nagarythe.

"Will they be saved?"

"No, there is no salvation in this world."

The inexplicable words ended with the arrival of the Twilight Sisters. The four returned to Sartosa under magic and returned to the transport ship they boarded at the beginning...

Tornio looked a little haggard, although Asaniel knew that this Cosqui elf was a false witness provided by Draknir to strengthen the punishment of the Merchant Union.

But the head of the navy did not pay much attention to him, and everything was done according to the procedures.

This caused Tornio to spend a lot of time in the dungeon. Fortunately, at the last moment, the commander of the Royal Navy still kept his promise and let the old captain go on the grounds that the transaction was not completed. Otherwise, he would face the most serious punishment for the elves, cutting his hair, and exiling to Naggaroth.

Seeing Draknir, Tornio shook his head without complaining. If he wanted to climb up to the dragon court, he would naturally have to pay a little price.

However, after meeting Prince Caledo, he still reminded him, "Your Highness, the passenger ship was on fire due to some factors..."

He shrugged and didn't say what the reason was. It was probably because of the slave trade that the passengers' trust in the old captain plummeted.

"Now there are only four of you passengers. We are continuing to sail according to the original plan..."

"Keep sailing. When the journey is over, I will restore your reputation and compensate for the losses caused by this voyage."

"Your gift." (End of this chapter)