Chapter 473 A Peek at the Siphon Bottle

In the dark night, two mysterious people whispered to each other, explaining what they had gained today.

"How is it going?"

"Six hundred and fifty people, with basic combat capabilities."

Elvis was obviously relieved that the number of people was as expected. He was afraid that someone would deliberately hinder it, and in the end he only found someone who could be responsible for logistics.

"How is your situation?" Althea's face also looked a little more tired. Only after you really get started will you know how complicated things you didn't care about before are.

If it hadn't been for Creon's help, it meant that the prince's consent had indeed been obtained. Otherwise, it might have taken a day to go to the government to get the recruitment approval slip.

"It's okay, Juan is more suitable for us than other priests." Elvis told some things that happened yesterday. After receiving the funds, Priest Val chose to invest them in the mortar being developed.

According to Juan's description, this thing may change the pattern of small-scale offensive battles, and is just suitable for the battle that the current number of people in the Giant Viper can carry out.

As for Sotek's Wrath, this minigun has been handed over to Pakal. With the power of the Seal Dragon, it can be operated with one hand. Coupled with the extraordinary IQ, Slan will be able to see it. A cry of heresy.

Althea suggested, "Let's go have a drink. I heard that a new tavern has opened in the west and it has a good reputation."

"Yeah." Elvis didn't refute. It was indeed a bit busy during this period, so having a drink would be a good choice.

After arriving at the tavern, the two of them sat at the second bar and habitually scouted the surrounding environment.

The decoration style is Charis's forest style, with a large number of beast furs and bone horns hanging on the walls, and green potted plants placed in various locations.

Even the wooden tables at the bar are a little rough and uneven, and the number of people is relatively sparse. There are only a dozen elves staying in each area.

The bartender wearing a white lion cape wiped the glass and asked, "What do you two need?"

"A glass of ale with ice cubes." Elvis handed the wine list to the lady next to him and stretched.

"Why would you want to drink something like malt wine? It's obviously just for monkeys." Althea was obviously doubtful about her cousin's taste. She took a look at the wine list and said, "A glass of woodland wine."

"At that time in Kislev, it was difficult to find clean water sources. Even the snow that fell had the smell of chaos. The remaining drinks had to be provided to the wounded first. I drank Imperial liquor for a week." Elvis said casually answer, continue,

"That smell, honestly, I'll never forget it in my life."

"You have really evolved into a monkey step by step." Althea glanced at him with contempt.

Elvis smiled bitterly for a while. His cousin's character might have caused a lot of trouble in the old world. There would be no family to provide protection at that time. Chaos believers would not care whether they were Caledor elves or not. As long as they could please the dark gods, they would do anything. Can do it all.

After taking over the wine glasses, they clinked a sip with each other to celebrate the beginning of a new career.

The bartender behind the bar looked at the man and woman and found that they were a bit interesting. They were about the same age and looked familiar, but they were not lovers.

The undisguised look of disgust was not fake. He asked curiously, "Are you Caledonians like this? You like to go out with friends of the opposite sex of the same age to drink and soothe your sorrows?"

Elvis asked what he meant, and all he could say about his relationship with Althea was that they grew up wearing the same pair of pants except for the difference in gender.

The bartender pointed to another bar and motioned for the two of them to look at it.

I saw a man complaining with a bitter look on his face, and a man facing him.

The man's back was turned to them and his face could not be seen clearly. Although the woman had a bitter look on her face, the emotion in her eyes was not deceptive.

But that's not the most important thing. Elvis' hand holding the cup suddenly exerted force, almost crushing the wooden wall. He immediately turned around and seemed to see an incredible scene.

On the other hand, Althea had the same reaction.

"Why is Phyllis...sister here?" Althea turned her head, trying not to be discovered.

"How do I know? And the way you look at her, does it mean that the iron tree also blooms?" Elvis was shocked. You must know that this is the person nicknamed the Iron Lady, and nothing good will happen to her.

He is selfless in his work and specializes in handling some troublesome matters for the prince.

After hesitating for a long time, curiosity outweighed fear, Althea raised her eyebrows and looked to the left. Her meaning was simple, she wanted to go over and have a look.

Changing positions with their backs to the left, the two began to listen to the exchange between Phyllis and the mysterious man.

Imric leaned against the bar and drank the dwarf beer in the glass. He stretched out his hand to signal the bartender to continue and complained to his good brother Phyllis.

"I finally understand why the old man stays in the military camp all day. After getting married, he really can't do whatever he wants."

"I have a lot to do, but I still have to spend some private time with her. Oh, it's so difficult for me."

Phyllis originally wanted to respond, but when she saw that although Imric was complaining, the pride on his face could not be concealed.

Sighing, she could only complain that she didn't seize the opportunity. When she was ignorant, the lady even said that she would be the prince's companion. Why did she dislike him for being a crybaby at that time.

"I really envy you, you still have a family."

Imric took the Riptide Pass beer, poured the wine from Lothern for Phyllis, and asked,

"Speaking of which, you are not young anymore. There seems to be only a few years difference in age between us. I am already getting married late. Do you want to delay it any longer?"

"I haven't found the person I like, so let's leave it like this for now. If that doesn't work, I will marry the kingdom and devote myself to it for the rest of my life." Phyllis made a bitter smile, indicating that she didn't want to continue talking about this matter.

Imric gave a thumbs up and praised, "What a great ambition. I just like people like you."

Although she knew that he said this out of his status as a prince, Phyllis was still a little happy, but then she thought about the reality and decided not to have unrealistic illusions.

He picked up the vodka on the table, poured it into a different cup, and said, "Dry it."

"Can you drink it? This stuff is a bit exciting." Imrik was a little doubtful. You must know that vodka is something that almost no elves can drink except the Dragon Prince and others who have cheats.

"Don't forget, I was the one who brought you the first time you drank."

Imrik, who was exposed, was immediately furious. He planned to speak with the facts, put on the same one, clinked glasses with Phyllis, and then touched the bottom of the glass to the table.

Turning to the two young men sitting next to them, they carefully looked at the table. Although there was no name in the exchange, they still guessed who the person who used magic to disguise himself was.

"It's really a piece of wood. Even the stubborn rocks on the Dragon's Back Mountains understand women's hearts better than he does." Althea whispered, relying on Elvis to pretend to be a couple to avoid being noticed.

But Elvis was completely uninterested in the sought-after woman next to him, and patted her hand to signal her to be honest and stop moving.

"Don't talk. If you let them know that we are eavesdropping, you will be hanged in the Dragon's Back Mountains the next day."

But it was too late. Imrik, who was clinking glasses with Phyllis, heard a familiar voice and immediately located its source.

When he saw Elvis and Althea pretending to be a couple and eavesdropping, he immediately became furious. How could he dare to despise his majesty just after being released for a while? If he continues like this, will he still have any private space? .

"Elvis, come here."

The young man who was angrily scolded trembled a little, put on a desperate expression, and planned to get up and go to the prince's position.

Althea, on the other hand, had a look on her face as she bid farewell to the warrior, watching her cousin accept the fate of his fate.

Just when she thought she had escaped, she heard a sound as clear as the cry of a nightingale,

"Althea, I don't know how Agthel taught you to secretly follow Elvis to a place like a tavern. Do you know how much misunderstanding this will cause between your family?"

No, people in the family must think that we are just here to have fun, and there will never be any other ideas.

Althea looked sad and followed her cousin to accept the double kombat.

"temple……"

Before Elvis could finish speaking, Imric had already picked up the vodka bottle and said to the brat standing there,

"First punish yourself with three cups."

Then he glanced at Althea who was hiding behind his cousin, and waved her hand to come over.

"It's up to you."

After the two of them finished their free drinks, Imrik could only sigh as he looked at the bartender with curious eyes at the bar. He obviously wanted to have a good drink with his old friends, but why did two brats show up again.

It's not appropriate to tell them to get out now, so they can only choose to change positions.

When they came to the long table in the corner, Imrik originally thought that Elvis would sit with him, but he didn't expect to be glared at by Phyllis, and the brat got cold feet.

"I really don't understand why I thought you were pretty good as a herald, and you seemed to be a model pacesetter."

"Hehe, you're welcome, you're welcome." Elvis was a little embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, but in Imrik's opinion, he deserved a beating.

His father died too early in the war, and his mother was unable to raise him properly due to depression, so he had to be left to Althea's mother to raise the two of them together.

But why can children be brought to the military camp? I still don't understand this matter.

"Forget it, since this is the occasion, don't treat me like a prince. Originally, I wanted to have a drink with Phyllis and catch up on old times, but I didn't expect to meet you two brats."

There was a trace of sadness in Imric's eyes as he picked up the wine glass. Who said that the Dragon Prince's daily life was to prepare for war and find dragons. There was no reason why he couldn't find people to drink and chat with.

"Phyllis..." Althea, who was originally called according to her seniority, saw a strange smile appear in those moving eyes, and immediately changed her words,

"Sister, why do you have time to come to the pub today?"

But Phyllis just sighed bitterly, not knowing who she was talking about, "I have time every day, but I just can't find anyone to come."

Imrik immediately retorted, "How do you say this? Just now you said you would dedicate your life to the kingdom. Sure enough, you women are all the same. You can change your face just after you say something."

"Haha, I don't know who said that I would only live with a dragon in this life, but in the end I found a woman to marry." Phyllis was not like the two little guys in front of her who cared about the identity of the prince next to her, so she joined forces with sarcasm and metaphor. .

"This is because I was ignorant back then. My father also swore this kind of oath back then, or everyone in the family had similar words. Why don't you see anyone repeating it? You are the only one who remembers it best."

"I still remember that Madam wanted to give you a sister, so that the family would not be just a bunch of warriors who only know how to fight."

While the two were bickering, the other two brats looked at each other in confusion. Are they sure they are the Dragon Lord, who is known for his ruthlessness, and the Iron Lady who is responsible for handling domestic spies? No matter how you look at them, they look like a pair of old enemies.

Althea was a little curious and asked Phyllis opposite her, "Sister Phyllis, have you and the prince known each other a long time ago?"

Before Phyllis could answer, Imrik took over the topic, "You don't know how popular Phyllis was at that time. Proposers could line up from Windhowling City to Kalede. If your father was late, Leaving the palace must be one of them.”

After getting the information, Althea analyzed it for a while. Her father's age is now three hundred and seventy years old, and he was two hundred and fifty when he left the palace. Combined with the age of the prince and the common age for elves to get married, that is to say.

"You are actually almost three hundred..."

Her murderous eyes were fixed on this little girl with no clothes on her back. What Phyllis hated most was when someone mentioned her age.

In order to ease the murderous atmosphere, Elvis coughed twice and planned to change the subject.

"Prince, should you arrange Juan's affairs, right?"

Hearing this, Imric nodded and said that it was indeed the case, "Priest Juan has a very good idea. Although it is a bit deviant, it is an optional development path."

"What we need to face is unprecedented pressure, and I need every available strength."

Elvis, who came out of Sotek's Blood Pyramid, vaguely sensed the meaning of Imric's words. He nodded to express his understanding and wanted to express some of his thoughts.

"After we go to the old world, we will definitely attract a lot of attention. The first thing we need to face is the Norscan Chaos believers in the north."

"If you want to gain a strategic advantage, using the northern part of the empire as a battle location is undoubtedly extremely passive."

"What are your thoughts?" When Imrik heard this, he knew that the brat had some other ideas. Since the young people were working so hard, there was no reason not to support him.

Elvis did not rush to speak. He dipped his finger in the wine and drew the outline of the Claw Sea on the table. "The control area of ​​the Imperial Navy only stays in the sea area on the border of the country. This is what the Norscan raids can often achieve." the key to success."

"If we want to turn passivity into initiative, we need to choose to actively control the sea area, otherwise all actions will only temporarily relieve the pressure."

Imric agreed with Elvis's judgment. The strength of the Assur navy means that they don't need to care too much about the invasion of Norscan barbarians. Unless they come to Ulthuan with Druchi, it will be difficult to do so. A substantial breakthrough was achieved.

But the situation in the Empire is a bit bad. The Nord Territory insists on naval warfare in the north. In theory, the Mannann Church should make an outstanding contribution to the Empire in naval warfare, but due to its location, it is limited to the West Territory and has no influence on the north. Most of the time, I choose to turn a blind eye.

Although Magnus really wanted to make a breakthrough in this, a ten-year army and a century-old navy were not empty words. Even if the training time was faster, a large amount of money would be needed to invest in the production and research of related equipment.

Judging from the current financial situation of the Savior's palace, this matter is expected to drag on for a long time.

"You don't want me to give you two royal warships, do you?" Imrik raised an eyebrow and looked at Elvis. You must know that the cost of building warships is not cheap, and a single gunboat cannot form an effective combat effectiveness. , not to mention the relevant personnel.

"How could it be? I'm just a fool. I also know that warships need professionals to operate them. With Caledo's current situation, there is definitely no way to separate an effective fleet." Elvis explained for a moment, and then finally revealed fox tail,

"But I heard from Priest Juan that the Val Church is presiding over the construction of a new type of maritime ark. It is different from the two battleships launched before. It is a big thing that can truly form an independent combat unit. I thought, since the action is in In the old world, it is definitely difficult to receive materials from the country, so it is better to produce them locally to avoid wasting transportation capacity."

"You brat, you are quite well informed." Imrik shook his head and admired Elvis' intelligence gathering ability.

The two giant sea battleships, Wrath of Vaal and Holy Fire of Ardaeus, are due to the difficulty of the power source to support the floating spell. However, since Croca's resurrection, the siphon bottle manufacturing technology used to build the giant spiritual network has reappeared in the world.

I asked for two siphon bottles before, intending to create a maritime combat unit based on two giant arks. The production has been basically completed, but the relevant personnel are still being deployed.

"Did you agree?" Elvis was a little surprised. As long as we have this ark, we won't be restricted by the empire's supply lines. We don't have to ask for help at all and we can do whatever we want.

"In principle, I have no objection to this matter." Looking at Elvis' smiling face, Imric poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"But the core of building the ark lies in one Lizardman item. I only have two of them. If you want to build one as a military base for the Giant Viper, you'd better ask Tehenhoin if there is any way."