Dear Broom Knight

The autumn sunlight shone on the exquisite and luxurious garden, bringing the last bit of warmth of the year to the Northland.

“Arsalan.”

Sitting on the terrace, basking in the sun, the Archmage, looking listless, turned his head in a daze: “Yo~ Your Majesty, the King, what brings you to me, this unlucky fellow?”

His return to the palace this time was a real loss.

Not only did his lifelong dream vanish, but he also couldn't leave the palace even a single step.

After all, what the White Dragon King truly made people fear was his white dragon, capable of taking on a hundred, not him, who could at most take on ten… This, of course, referred to level 16.

However, Arsalan, as the master, maintainer, and even builder of the various magic arrays in the palace, could be worth half a Ruthkania.

It's just that he could only stay in the palace.

Initially, even knowing that Ruthkania had taken leave to give birth, Arsalan, this 'Great Mage,' didn't react much.

He really didn't understand why having a child could tie up such a powerful dragon controller like Ruthkania for two years.

Wasn't there supposed to be an even stronger dragon than Ruthkania accompanying her?

Why couldn't she leave even a single step!

That's not what they said in the beginning!

After only a few months, Arsalan was full of complaints.

The White Dragon King's mouth twitched slightly… He really didn't expect that this uncle, who was much older than him, could be so naive.

Although what he said back then wasn't very clear, it stemmed from the politeness of a gentleman… How could he keep bringing up such a private matter as a lady's pregnancy and childbirth?

Even if Ruthkania was a dragon, she still had a sense of shame.

But he had actually said everything he should have said, and hinted at everything he should have hinted at.

As long as one knew the process of human reproduction, there would definitely be no doubts.

But Arsalan, of all people, really didn't understand anything.

He actually thought that once the pregnancy was stable, Ruthkania could come back to work.

They could go to Lorry's place when she was about to give birth.

And after raising the child for a few months, she could naturally come back again.

Then they could just dump the child on Boranios to take care of.

In theory, it was indeed feasible, but in practice, it was nonsense.

Ruthkania wasn't a clerical worker; if she was needed to do something, it would be to use force!

Letting a pregnant woman do that kind of work when there was a solution?

The White Dragon King then remembered that as a rare mage seedling in the royal family, the exceptionally talented Arsalan was sent by his family to the most secretive place in the royal family for training at a very young age.

It could be said that Arsalan started learning to read and write and came into contact with magic when he could remember things… He just didn't remember his own biological mother.

And his father, the White Dragon King's grandfather, wasn't a good father either.

In his eyes, Arsalan was no longer his child, but the royal family's hope for the future.

He gave Arsalan everything he asked for, giving him the best of everything… But he just didn't act like a father.

So, Arsalan actually didn't understand many things at all.

It was fine when he was young, but he just didn't care about women at all, and his only feeling towards some women who were interested in him was trouble… When he encountered them, he would either leave himself or directly drive them away.

But after all, he was of a certain age, so the White Dragon King really didn't expect that even now, Arsalan's concepts were still so superficial.

He knew about the ten months of pregnancy, knew that children needed care when they were young… But he just didn't understand how strong a mother's protective desire for her child was at that stage.

However, the White Dragon King couldn't talk to him about these things!

He wasn't young anymore, and he had reached the point where some heartfelt words were completely unspeakable.

He could only wait for the day when maybe some lady would be willing to share this process with his little uncle.

He shook his head slightly and said softly: “Ruthkania is going to have three babies!

For a lady, this is a very heavy burden, but of course, it is also sweet.”

“Isn't it still a burden?” Arsalan muttered.

He wasn't this kind of unreasonable person, but ever since that childhood dream was completely shattered, he had always been a bit unconvinced and resentful.

He always wanted to find someone to fight and vent his anger.

But there were so many rules in the palace, and so many smart people.

Seeing his state, would any fool automatically come to his door?

Arsalan himself wasn't the type to vent his anger on the lower-level people; no matter how bad his mood was, he wouldn't lose his temper with the palace attendants.

So, even if he was a bit whiny, the White Dragon King didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He just smiled and said: “Ruthkania said that Lorry might reach level 10 soon, and he has almost learned the specializations of a mage.

However, Lorry seems to be better at quick casting?”

Arsalan glanced at him and arrogantly raised his chin: “You shouldn't ask this question. Do you think he's one of your knights?

With just those few things, you can guess them.

Heh~ You can guess our Lorry's specializations for a hundred years, anyway, your life is so boring.”

The White Dragon King sighed helplessly: “Actually, I have a lot of things to do, it's just that you're unwilling to come and help.

Why do you still call it boring?

If it's really that boring, then why…”

“I won't interfere in those shitty things!” Arsalan interrupted him decisively, “I'm a good person, why should I mess around in the mud pit?

Isn't it dirty? Isn't it smelly?”

The owner of the mud pit looked numb.

He could only change the subject: “Recently, the High Tower Church has been making a bit of a fuss.”

“Isn't it just Pat constantly finding fault with the Storm Church?” Arsalan said impatiently, “She didn't frame anyone; it was all done by that bunch of bastards themselves. Do they still have the face to complain to you?”

“That's not it; I just didn't expect that the one from the Storm Church could be so patient.” A sharp look flashed across the White Dragon King's eyes.

Arsalan looked up at him: “Avid Schroder is actually so honest?

However, that guy is indeed very patient.

That time, everyone knew that his golden bull must be in Ruthkania's stomach; only she could swallow everything except the cow dung.”

“Don't talk nonsense. Ruthkania might be able to eat more than a thousand pounds of meat at once, and it has to be boneless. But that's a super giant bull weighing more than two thousand pounds on average!”

Arsalan rolled his eyes: “Then there's my student, who's always afraid that the world isn't chaotic!

It's not a big secret that Lorry has a companion space.

He didn't hide it much.”

“That's still really a secret.” The White Dragon King smiled slightly, “Even now, only you and I, as well as Yagris and those few Torrell around him, know.”

“Pat doesn't know?” Arsalan asked with interest.

The White Dragon King shook his head: “That child, when he was in Montes Castle, would only hide things when Yagris was around, and never took things out.

Even in his Gezar, he was very careful.”

Then he raised an eyebrow and looked at Arsalan: “Lorry's courage has grown, and he dares to use his companion space even when those few Torrell are around. Isn't it all because of you?

Since becoming your student, Lorry's courage, which could already reach the sky, has almost doubled.”

Arsalan shrugged indifferently: “These things couldn't be said before, but becoming my student, and being a genius who can directly reach level 8, the talent of a companion space is a small matter.

But my student is really good at storing things!

What's exposed is not even one ten-thousandth of what he's hidden.”

The White Dragon King said in surprise: “So ruthless?”

“He's been scavenging everywhere since he was a child, and he's even more powerful when he learns to ride a broom.” Arsalan said slowly, “There's no mountain he hasn't climbed or river he hasn't descended on the Northern Border.

It's just sparsely populated there because it's too close to the Icefield Kingdom, but it's not like there's really nothing good.

Otherwise, why would that group of people be so keen on smuggling?

Really just for a few Icefield fish!

Who are you kidding!

Isn't it also because the Icefield Royal Family understands that you have a common enemy that they listen to you and really give the throne to your grandson?”

The current White Dragon King is still reasonable. As long as Alex doesn't turn against him after taking the throne, he has acquiesced to those little tricks of fighting for power.

After all, he is a child he has doted on, and the methods he uses are not excessive, most of them are testing the White Dragon King's attitude.

However, when the Icefield Royal Family has changed for several generations, such royal bloodlines that have intermarried with the Northern Kingdom for generations will inevitably be closer to the White Dragon King's bloodline… Sometimes, being too close is more dangerous.

The White Dragon King doesn't have the idea of attacking the Icefield Royal Family yet, so he didn't marry an Icefield princess back.

But if he wanted to, who in the Icefield Royal Family would dare to refuse?

Then, as long as the bloodline of the Icefield Royal Family is cut off, the one closest to them must be a Northern Prince of the right age.

The Icefield Kingdom will naturally become a true vassal state from then on.

Of course, this is just the last resort.

The current White Dragon King can't do that yet.

Although he's not a good person, he's not cold-blooded to that extent.

However, the Icefield Royal Family agreed to this madness of putting their future on the gambling table without hesitation.

It can be seen that for that Icefield King, and those old guys hidden in the Icefield Royal Family, the situation has reached a serious level where 'peaceful evolution' is safer.

Thinking about it makes me feel a little sorry for them.

If he were a member of the Icefield Royal Family… Arsalan instantly felt a chill down his back… Then he wouldn't be able to run around so swaggeringly like he does now, and even if he wasn't careful and didn't hide well, he would lose his life.