Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The crowds passing by in silence were busy with the daily workload. The wartime situation was no different than usual, which made it difficult for many workers to adapt.

The once amiable elf boss has turned into a bloody executioner who squeezes out every sweat from the workers. In order to compare the wages with regular wages, the factory is required not to rest for a moment.

Some people wanted to protest, and the union that arrived at Qingyan Port demanded a reduction in working hours, believing that this seriously violated the law established by the king.

But soon, these people understood that the so-called law is just a tool to serve those in power. When the basis for determining the law comes from the king, justice is the front and back of a coin, which can be flipped at any time as needed.

Anaheim does not have an obvious pillar industry, and the palace's positioning of it is only to transform it from a military fortress to a transportation transit point, but this does not mean that there is a lack of labor.

Thousands of workers still shouldered wooden boxes and sacks, and shouldered the edge of the port that steam cranes could not reach. The news of the war made countless businessmen who regarded money as their life smell the scent, like wild dogs swarming.

The tired crowd, the hurried streets, the elves standing in the corner discussing constantly, the annoyance of carriages and whistles, and the ruler's extremely calm eyes all made Karl marvel.

"They don't recognize you. This is rare in the Empire. Every elector will receive a lot of stares when they travel."

"They won't think that the king is willing to walk on the same muddy streets. My father's crowning as the Phoenix King has given the Caledor family a very strong sense of divinity. Many people have rumors that the dragon and the Phoenix will rule Ulthuan...

If I come here on a dragon, they will kneel down and show their best side. But when I go to the dark corner of the extremely obscure street, I can see the truest side. "

"This is a sign of being close to the people. Sometimes it is difficult for us to understand how true the news presented to us is. Only by personally measuring the land under our feet can we understand what responsibility is."

The seemingly complimentary words were greeted by Draconir's laughter: "Karl, I regard you as a friend, and there is no need to say anything to cater to you. In your eyes, do I really care about humans?"

"No matter what, at least the humans under your rule have obtained a land of peaceful life. This is far more than the willing people. There are countless rulers who want to build the territory into a paradise, but in the end it turns into a hell."

Karl's eyes were sincere. He could see fatigue and exhaustion in the workers' eyes, but there was no fear of tomorrow. They might be just high-end animals in the eyes of the elves, but they still got something hard-won in this world - life.

"The analogy is interesting. It reminds me of what the Phoenix King said about you before traveling."

"I'm very curious about this. I have never gotten used to the atmosphere of communication between your father and the Supreme King. They seem... very close."

Prince Caledor stopped a carriage. He would travel without an escort, and he was far more familiar with the people of various places than his subjects imagined.

The elf invited the emperor and the marshal to enter the old-looking carriage, and said to the driver smoothly: "Arms Factory No. 3."

The coachman looked embarrassed, turned around and said through the window:

"Sir, Anaheim carriages generally do not leave the city. The road to Military Factory No. 3..."

Five gold leaf coins convinced the coachman and also blocked the sound.

Sitting opposite each other made the carriage seem a bit crowded due to the size of several big men.

The elf opened the curtains and continued the topic while looking around at the changes in the streets.

"He believes that you are a qualified emperor and that the empire will achieve unprecedented achievements under your rule."

"This may be the best news I have heard in recent months, but the words of the Phoenix King during the summit make it really hard for me to believe these words." Karl seemed to be responding, but in fact he was thinking about what Prince Caledor actually was. Want to express something.

The Emperor would not be so naive as to think that he could gain the friendship of Caledor simply by remaining silent about the war in Bretonnia.

Except for His Majesty Magnus, who had a positive opinion of Imric, who was the Dragon Prince at the time, most of the knights and senior officials he had come into contact with in the empire were, without exception, impressed by his arrogance, stubbornness, but understanding of human needs.

Weisz, who was the Grand Master of the Griffin Knights at the time, made a classic comment, "He looks down on all humans except the devout, but as long as you can show value and are willing to show respect and awe, he will not hesitate to look at you sideways." "

"Don't think of the Caledor family as too mysterious. My father is a playful monarch, but his responsibilities outweigh his hobbies... Just imagine, other than Magnus, is there an emperor who can make him stay in the empire? How many months?”

Draconir cryptically commented on his father's unreliability, twisted his body and leaned against the carriage, looking for a comfortable position.

"He is seeking a stable iron triangle. Once a link of this iron triangle was supported by pious people. At that time, elves, humans and dwarves all worked together to solve problems that had troubled them for thousands of years.

The elves ended their eternal division, and the dwarves successfully regained their long-lost mountain fortress and retrieved their gods, but only humans... I'm sorry to say, I don't think Bretonnia is a part of humans.

They made a wrong choice at the wrong time, but in the end they will usher in the right destiny. "

Without waiting for Karl to ask, Prince Caledor kept a calm tone: "Karl, Ulthuan needs humans to form a force that can be controlled. It doesn't matter who controls it, but it cannot be Bretonnia.

My conditions are Artois, Bastogne, Montfort, and Quinaris, and the promise of a thousand-year non-aggression pact between the Ulthuan nations and the Empire. "

The non-aggression agreement is just a conspiracy with the elves to divide Bretonnia...

Karl also didn't expect that Drachnir's conditions were so... favorable. It was no exaggeration to say that this would expand the empire's territory by one-tenth and establish two electors.

“Whether you take it in the name of the Emperor, or annex it in the name of Prince Altdorf, I don’t care.

Maybe one day the Reikland can annex the West, and the territory of Bretonnia occupies half of the empire, but there is not much time left for you, Karl. "

Kurt listened to all the exchanges, and Marshal Rick did not expect that the elf would actually be willing to share the victory. This... temptation was simply irresistible.

The emperor's shoulders were shaking, as if he was considering the trade-off between interests and reputation. Karl's tightened brows fully demonstrated that he really couldn't bear to refuse this offer.

The empire was no better than Bretonnia, with countless fertile lands and pastures. Compared to the efforts to open up the Black Forest, the land of the southern neighbor was undoubtedly more attractive.

Marshal Rick was the first to express a doubt: "Prince Draconir, let's not mention how many years your father will rule as the Phoenix King. The thousand years of peace you promised are referring to the next Phoenix King..."

"No matter who the next Phoenix King is, he cannot interfere with this decision." (End of Chapter)