Chapter 1324: Conflict Between the Individual and the Group

Gladys, carrying a fruit plate, strolled through the spacious and bright office. This was a temporarily decorated workplace, which was obviously different from the grand and gorgeous office that should have been used by the regency...

So much so that when the mistress of the Dragon Palace was strolling, she had to turn her head and walk somewhere else every half a minute to prevent her from bumping into the wall.

The end of the communication made Gladys a little curious. Her husband's unique magical ability allowed communication spells that originally had to use magic instruments as auxiliary materials to be completed in the heart.

It is impossible for ordinary people to tell that the Dragon Prince is still dealing with other things in his mind when he is at work. This seemingly multi-tasking method is praised by Dracnir as efficient time management.

After being married for hundreds of years, they could easily detect each other's differences. Gladys was inevitably curious as to what made her husband stop writing and concentrate on communication spells.

"Old world thing?"

"That's right... call Phyllis over. I hope she can remember her responsibilities and not become Menil's nanny."

Draconir shook his head and closed the desktop file. His deep eyes proved that he was thinking about something in his mind. This made Gladys even more puzzled. Things in the old world... didn't seem to be very troublesome.

But she didn't ask too much. If her husband was willing to let her know, she would know.

Twenty minutes later, Felice, whose hair was a little messy and a little tired, finally came to the Dragon Prince.

Who would have thought that the little prince was obsessed with the issue of hair color and repeatedly asked why he and his mother were the only ones with silver hair. His grandfather, grandmother and father all had dazzling blond hair without exception. This troubled Phyllis, who also had silver hair. .

"Is he still struggling with the issue of hair color?" Draconir asked with a smile. He was a little troubled by this matter and believed that children should not be allowed to know some troublesome knowledge too early...

After taking the comb from Gladys, the two women sat on the couch together. Phyllis complained and explained.

"I tried to explain that he has part of the blood of Nagaryth, and that his grandfather was a pure..." She glanced at Drachnir, and after finding that there was no difference in the Dragon Prince, she continued: "Son of Caledor, I don't I agree with the supremacy of blood, but obviously this will lead to some changes in physical characteristics.”

The mainstream of Asur is blond, but Nagaris is a little different. Most of them have black hair, mixed with some silver hair.

This can clearly identify the source of identity, and is one of the reasons why silver hair has been unpopular in Ulthuan society for many years, as it is a bit too heretical.

"The Nagaryth bloodline...it's a bit funny to say it. I remember that the Shadow King wanted to dye his black hair back to its original blonde color. In the end, the water basin turned into a black dye vat, but he still couldn't return to its original appearance."

Drachnir may be satirizing bloodline theory. Although he himself is the biggest beneficiary of bloodline theory, it doesn't matter.

"Ending the boring topic... North just talked to me about it. What do you think about the proposal of the Noble Council?"

Phyllis pretended to be confused, and the arm that was combing her hair stopped moving: "What can I say? Isn't this all about you and your father?"

"You are a confidant installed by the noble council among my father... Of course, I don't like to use this word, more precisely, it is a bridge to pass some important and critical information to each other.

I don’t think the noble council knows anything about the things in the old world. You should have revealed the matter about Malus. "

Phyllis did not refute, but nodded in agreement: "We have the right to know what kind of war we are about to participate in."

"I don't deny this...I know your thoughts very well, but I will never agree with them."

The calm tone showed Draconir's determination. He stared at his father's maid seriously, his eyes full of persistence.

Phyllis frowned, seeming to be thinking about the meaning of Draconir's words. Only Gladys was a little confused about this, and she didn't know what riddle the two were trying to solve.

The woman who had become a Caledor elf took Felice's arm and chuckled, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere: "What can't you say carefully? I believe Draknir will understand the council's intention. Difficulties, parliament also knows the heavy responsibility he shoulders. "

Phyllis put down her comb and asked in a serious tone: "I don't understand. This is a great honor, but you always resist it. Just imagine how hard your father worked to get the position of Phoenix King.

Lustria, Naggaroth, the Southern Kingdom, the Badlands, Dragonblight...these distant places that were once out of reach for Caledor have become the sphere of influence of the Dragon Kingdom. We are doing our best to prepare for a battle that is enough to The war that convinces all the elves is just to allow you to successfully crown yourself in the position that belongs to you.

This is not only Caledor’s idea, but also the wish of all elves. The elves firmly believe that the Dragon Tamer family can lead the Elf Empire forward and return to the power that dominated the destiny of the world at the dawn of creation, but you..."

The maid took a deep breath, as if to hint that she should not be too excited: "But you are entangled in some boring ethical issues. We know that you are concerned about the blood relationship with Alisara, and you also made a blood oath to your ancestors, and you will never live up to it. Gladys.

But there is a solution. Imric can solve the next queen's Asuryan blessing, but you are stuck with some boring..."

"Sorry, Gladys, I have to say this, it's a personal cognitive dilemma. The union of Imrik and Alarielle out of love is rare. Most Phoenix Kings and Queens only have one night of contact. Your great ancestor, the Conqueror King, did not even complete the ceremony of union with the Queen due to the urgency of the war.

No one will question your loyalty to Gladys, but an eternal dynasty belonging to the dragon should be inherited by you... Whether it is the Dark Land, the Sorrowful Mountains, or the distant Zhendan, they can all become the cornerstone of your coronation as king, and countless people are willing to make sacrifices for this grand goal."

Sure enough... Draknir and Gladys looked at each other. No matter what topic they talked about, the final extension would inevitably be this.

Draknir's hesitation, in exchange for Phyllis's equally dull, she didn't want to say more, but she couldn't say it, who let the current Dragon Prince do his job all day long.

The Dragon Prince thought for a while and did not respond directly to this sensitive question. Personal thoughts and the wishes of the people, this is an extreme contradiction.

"What are the conditions for Agthel to join the war? He hasn't expressed his opinion in the war council for a long time. He just cooperated with Terenlock to achieve some military goals."

"Fight in your name, in the name of Prince Caledor, not the war council of the Phoenix Court."

Draconil slapped the table, pushed away the chair, picked up the cloak hanging on the wall, and walked towards the office door.

This aroused Gladys's curiosity. She asked softly: "Are you going back home?"

"Let those stupid ministers handle the government affairs. I have to go back to the meeting. Before the nobles in the council are satisfied, I guess I won't be able to come to Lothern for a short time." (End of this chapter)