Chapter 839 A Small Achievement, Already Proud

After finishing communicating with the villain, Draconir's palms were filled with sweat.

For the first time, he felt that the role of king was so difficult. Caledor Assur longed for a wise king who could show kindness and wisdom.

Prince Imrik's bravery has made people feel numb, and it may be inspiring enough, but the loneliness and scars hidden behind the honor always need to be comforted.

The former Adira took over this responsibility, but she was never a Caledor elf, so there was naturally a barrier.

Since his wife succeeded to the throne of Prince Tyronloch, Dracnir took over his mother's responsibilities and treated the people in the most tolerant and democratic way possible.

But what just happened somewhat broke the prince's inner illusion.

Is arbitrariness essential?

He took out the notebook he carried with him and opened the front page, which showed the major cities in Caledor. Between the cities in Ulthuan, the prince filled it with various annotations and left records in the form of an index to reflect on. How to rule.

But only in the new world, there is only a blank regarding Qingyan Port and Anaheim.

The slender quill, as the prince wrote, left a sentence next to the human city.

They long for power and status, and they have an idol in their hearts that leads their lives forward. Regardless of whether the idol's actions are correct or not, as long as they exist, it is the right thing to do.

It has nothing to do with thinking about good and evil. They will only believe in what they think is right, and are willing to pay a lot of money for it, getting closer to their idols.

Closing the notebook, the prince's thoughts slowly drifted away from the Dragon Palace. Sometimes I really envy those common people. They don't need to think too much about gains and losses. As long as they believe in a concept, they can go on without hesitation.

Even if you fail in the end, you will still be called a tough guy, a warrior who sacrificed for your beliefs.

There was a long silence, followed by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Miranda, the maid, looked at the prince sitting alone on the throne, showed a helpless smile, and said kindly,

"Your Highness, you are thinking alone again."

"Sorry, I gained a lot from my exchange with Kara. I forgot to arrange it for a moment. Who is next?"

Draknir opened the calendar. If his memory was correct, the next speaker should be Crovel of Windhowl City, an important transporter who holds the trade route between Caledor and Tyran Loch.

Miranda didn't answer, she just stepped aside to make room for the visitor.

"Do I have to tell you, the prince, in advance when I go home?"

The slightly sarcastic words made Draconir look happy. He immediately stood up from his chair, walked to the door quickly, and said as he walked,

"How could it be possible? You are the mistress of the Dragon Palace. As a prince, I can only stand beside you and be scolded."

The visitor was none other than Adila. After hearing some news, she rushed over from Tyron Rock, ready to provide some assistance to her son when he issued the war mobilization order.

Although I am already a female prince, I still have quite a bit of prestige in Caledor.

But at this moment, Adira was indeed holding her son's hand. She looked at Dracnir's current appearance with a smile, and found that compared to before, his temperament was much more mature and stable, and she couldn't help but nod proudly.

Then he laughed and scolded, "I don't dare to scold the Dragon Prince of Caledor, otherwise those nymphomaniac girls will definitely form a reinforced company and go to Tyron Locke to complain about me."

"Hehe." Dracnir put his hand around the back of his head in a simple and honest manner. The relationship between mother and son has been very good since childhood. Compared to Imric's harshness, Adira was very nagging, but she was absolutely willing to give. received countless concerns.

Maybe the prince didn't understand it well before, but as he grew up, he gradually understood the differences between his parents and their good intentions for him.

Seeing the mother and son meet, Miranda retreated behind his wife, her already somewhat aged face showing some relief. As long as the scenes of family reunions can appear more often, it will not be like before. In the palace, it is often difficult to even find the figure of the master. .

"Madam, do you live in the same way as before, or..."

The maid was asking Madam for her opinion, whether to return to the prince's bedroom or arrange another sleeping quarters to suit the status of the female prince.

"Imric is my husband and Drachnir is my son. Do I still want to live in Dragon's Breath Palace?"

The familiar words made the maid feel that Adira's temper was getting worse, but she immediately bowed slightly to show her understanding.

"I understand. If you need to eat, please feel free to ask."

The maid left, giving mother and son some space alone. This made Adila roll her eyes and secretly complained to her son,

"Miranda is still like this. We all regard her as family, and your father was brought up by her, but she still looks like a maid."

After the complaint was over, Adira thought for a while, with a slightly interrogating look on her face, which made Dracnir feel bad. Could it be that her mother had become like her father and liked to have fun.

But after all, Adila is different from those fun-loving dragon princes, and what she said is still consistent with common sense.

"Miranda has remained unmarried all her life and has dedicated everything to the Dragon Tamer family. If one day she is summoned by Asuryan, I hope you can preside over the ceremony as a junior.

Although your father is very willing, you also know his temper and will definitely not do anything to disgrace the family by presiding over the funeral of a maid. "

"This is what I should do." Draconir nodded seriously. Miranda's age may have made it difficult for her to support herself...

Adila was very pleased and took her son into the familiar living room, looking around to see if there were any changes.

In the past, she would always meet petitioners from all over Caledor here and deal with some troublesome matters that Imric didn't want to deal with.

Adira, who had extremely keen eyesight, naturally found a very simple Flame Medal on the wooden table placed next to the wall.

Searching for some information in my memory, I found that I couldn't find anything related to this medal.

She picked up the medal and found that on the front was a rune engraved in the Elvish language - not to be afraid of hardships in order to achieve good fortune.

"This medal..."

Passing a glass of wine to his mother, Draconir waved his hand and explained,

"This is a medal given to me by Maurica yesterday. It is a medal proposed by various towns and villages. It is distributed to the first group of members walking on the Longji Mountains exploration route. It commends them for not fearing hardships and moving forward in the gaps of the mountains. Taking actions under their feet is the most important thing. People seek welfare.”

Adila thoughtfully hung the medal on Drachnir's chest, and straightened the child's somewhat wrinkled collar with her delicate hands, smoothing out the ripples in the robe.

The mother looked at her child with great pride, her eyes almost turning into crescents when she smiled. The medal may be simple, but it is a symbol of public opinion.

There is nothing that makes a mother prouder than seeing her children achieve something. (End of chapter)