Chapter 1326 The Boiling Palace

Prince Caledor walked among the silent palaces, his steps were very slow, like a child entering the mortal world for the first time, feeling the noise and dazzle of the world...

After experiencing countless dazzling moments, he finally came to the conclusion that it seemed that it had nothing to do with him.

This is his palace, and he is also the undoubted Lord of Caledor. Countless victories and courage are engraved on a certain wall and brick.

Power, honor and wealth were all in his hands, but this time, Draconir felt a hint of... irony for the first time.

He looked up at the towering Dragon Hall. This giant building had been repaired again and seemed to have restored its glory in ancient times.

A hundred years of rule have proved that the young prince is different from his father. The once deserted Dragon Palace has become a little more lively as Dracnir recruits sages and appoints various professionals to guide the development of the field.

The palace is not a military fortress, but a comprehensive political institution that integrates power, decision-making, planning, and development. This is Drachnir's idea of ​​the Dragon Palace.

Once upon a time, the focus of discussion here was no longer about the military, but about how we can make Caledor better tomorrow. A child can freely choose to engage in any field. The annual routine militia training has been repeatedly reduced, so that the people can have more. Time to focus on what you want to do.

The previous Dragon Prince created Caledor's military and economic miracles, gradually restoring that ancient and declining kingdom to its past strength. However, this current Dragon Prince is working hard to transfer the right to speak of culture and tradition from the inner ring to the inner ring. The remote Longji Mountains.

But he seems to have forgotten who brought all this...

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

The young attendant felt strange about the prince stepping in front of the hall. He had the impression that His Highness was always busy with things and was always transported to all parts of the world through the magic circle to take care of his people.

"Many, many... I saw a group of voluntarily burning souls. They could not adapt to the coming of the times, and they intended to play the elegy in the most intense way, like a group of sorrow walking in the world...

Tell me, Arvit, do you like the battlefield? "

Arvert puffed up his chest, wanting to prove his courage in the most decisive way, but under His Highness's eyes, he gradually relaxed his shoulders.

"It is difficult for me to adapt to the battlefield... You know, I am often responsible for communicating with the Dragon Prince of Kalede. At some gatherings, they will discuss unscrupulously where to attack and how to win the fastest victory. My pair Very uncomfortable.

Every war consumes countless resources. What we should be discussing is how to maximize the use of resources. Caledor still has a large amount of territory waiting to be developed, but they..."

Arvert lowered his head and apologized to the prince. He was just a servant of low status and should not have expressed such a sensitive opinion.

"Yes, but there are always people who can't control their inner mania and think that all this is too false... They are better at licking blood from the edge of a knife. They don't know whether tomorrow will be a day of life or death."

With a sigh that eventually turned into determination, Draknir stopped looking at the dragon hall and quickly walked towards his throne.

What awaits him are carefully prepared bureaucrats at all levels. The methods that used to be bound by friendship and oaths in the past have gradually turned into order and law.

Under the rule of Drachnir, the power structure became more balanced. The originally vague concepts of court, nobility and government gradually became clearer. This gave society a good explanation and allowed more people to express themselves. ability.

But the price that comes with it is that you need to be more cautious in exercising power.

"Your Highness, you previously decided to establish a dragon-taming library in each town-level gathering place. Due to the shortage of manpower and the insufficient supply of Nagaros wood,..."

Chattering courtiers surrounded him. Based on his previous experience, Drachnir would definitely stop and discuss a perfect solution to implement Ulthuan's democratic system in the most amiable way.

But now Prince Caledor just nudged the minister's shoulder, asking him not to block the road.

"The library must be built. If there is insufficient manpower, a group of laborers can be hired in the market. The timber asked the Northern Army if there are any excess strategic reserves."

"Does this seem too...?"

Arvert stopped the chattering Minister of Education. This old boy relied on his seniority and His Highness's attention to always mess around in the palace to expand his influence.

"Your Highness is involved in important matters. If you have any objections to this..."

"If he has any objections, let him talk to Agathel. Wind Howl City will definitely be willing to fund this."

The Minister of Education shuddered, and finally expressed with trembling shoulders that there was no problem. He would rather go to the Phoenix King's Court to cause trouble than go in front of those conservative dragon princes.

The bustling scene disappeared as Dracnir's temperament gradually returned to the coldness that should have belonged to Caledor, leaving only a tightly closed conference room and fierce curses coming from the cracks in the door.

"Edgar, I know you are living very comfortably in Kalede. The younger members of your family hold important positions in the royal court. The gold leaf coins that flow through your hands every year are enough to fit an entire dragon boat. But this is the reason for your refusal. ?”

Agthel's angry roar caused a lot of dust to fall from the palace ceiling, and the old flag officer's response was not to be outdone.

"I am old, Agathor, and I don't have many years left to live. My family and I have fulfilled our long-cherished wish to witness the reappearance of the great era of Caledor... You are still young and want to show the power of Adonis, I understand this.

But have you ever considered how many people will be lost in a large-scale expedition? In the Badlands, I saw with my own eyes that thousands of Caledor's children forever left their lives in that land that did not belong to them. In Nagaryth, they died in Ulthuan and Lustria for Imrik..."

"The children who died in Wind Howl City are no less than those of Kaled, but when have we ever complained?! If you are old and afraid of sacrifice, let your son sit in this position!"

"Calm down, both of you... Draknir should be here."

Rhonin's magic voice with stabilizing emotions gradually stabilized the ceiling of the palace, and also allowed Draknir to push open the star wood door of the conference room. Looking at the twelve senators sitting orderly on both sides of the conference table, his expression was calm, but he was still sighing in his heart.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

After nodding and greeting everyone, the prince sat in his seat. The evil staff he had obtained by killing Moras himself stood on the wooden table against the wall, together with the head of Julian Poisonblade.

After pulling out a chair for His Highness, Alvet consciously left the meeting room. He had seen that this meeting would be very heated and it was very likely that a fight would break out and they would use force to persuade each other. (End of this chapter)