Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Karl decided to postpone a decision on the non-aggression agreement for a few days; he never made up his mind.

Drachnir understood this very well. Judging from the expansion of the elven territory, this proposal had the potential to attract wolves into the house.

What the emperor was worried about was that the elves might change their focus from the ocean to the land and move towards the empire.

The two of them did not explain this too much. They both knew that the emperor would not have absolute trust in the elves. At least until the situation had not reached an irreversible situation, he would not easily agree to the elves' excessive demands.

And Draconir did not ask the empire to send troops to Bretonnia, which was tantamount to giving away a fertile land to the emperor. Whether it is profit or reputation can only depend on Karl's balance.

Time passed little by little, and the two exchanged many experiences in governing the palace on the carriage...

Only when talking about an elf, there was some dispute.

Karl, who felt that he was getting familiar with the Elf Prince, brought up a tentative topic.

"About Rosettina, I am a little curious about what happened to him. What made a noble dragon prince so... depressed."

"He made some mistakes, some that I couldn't tolerate at the time...

At that time, a riot about a conspiracy to rebel had just ended. I needed him to establish the image of the Dragon Prince as the protector of the kingdom in the new world, but I didn't expect that he would give me a surprise soon. "

riot?

Karl looked at Kurt calmly. The two of them spent the whole night studying the history of Caledor and had not seen any records of the riots thirty years ago.

The result is obvious. This action that disturbed the normal order of society was concealed by Draconir.

"Does Your Excellency Rosettina know about this?"

"It doesn't matter whether he knew it or not... People in power will always quote authority figures to support their points, but my job is not to listen to what people say, but to tell them what it is.

Rosetina went from a respected hero to a criminal who interfered with the peaceful coexistence of elves and humans, and that's how I define him. "

The voice was as calm as water, but it told an extremely cruel reality. Drachnir seemed to have a very subtle attitude towards the nobles who maintained his rule.

The two humans remained silent. Carl thought that the elf prince in front of him seemed to have a serious discrepancy in judgment... and was very different from his father's behavior.

But it may also be a disguise, the Elf Prince wants to show his cold-blooded side in front of them.

The conversation slowly ended as night fell. It was a long way from Anaheim to Military Factory No. 3. Except for the transportation team that kept running on the dedicated road, there were almost no parallel travelers on this path.

The settlement where the coachmen were stationed outside the factory was always officially referred to as Factory No. 3, but in order to take care of the many workers, a very large living area was successfully built.

Many people here have never seen the outside world in their lives. The warmth and humidity of the Lustria Isthmus can only be experienced in books. As for the tropics further south, they have never imagined walking into a rainforest that can make them sweat.

The well-ordered steel buildings, the never-ending flow of molten iron, the black smoke spouting from coal, the piercing whistle of steam engines, a glass of strong wine after get off work to soothe the mood, and hometown songs played by cheap instruments, this is the life of ordinary people. .

Those legends of warriors spread in the kingdom are too far away from ordinary people's lives. Workers who add coal to boilers may have to receive military training every year, learning to pick up long-range muskets to defend their lives and protect their families in crises... and the property of the king.

But when some extremely obscure management methods that secretly suck blood come to light, their poor brains cannot judge whether they should pick up a gun and defend their rights and interests with force. They can only stay here silently like their fathers, destroying their bodies at work. After it was all gone, it turned into an unknown piece of rubble in the Obsidian Peaks Cemetery.

For the first time, Karl felt that this was what a country looked like.

Although Anaheim is prosperous, and countless gold flows can be seen with the naked eye, it does not feel as heavy as it should.

The strength of the kingdom cannot be displayed by wearing fine clothes and standing in the banquet hall and talking loudly about the nobles. It can be shown by numb people doing numb work, making numb items one by one, and eventually the numbness is consumed.

The towering tower of knowledge of Tal Khaled Academy will ultimately be shaped by the blood and sweat of Nagaros.

Coal workers covered in dirt sat skillfully in the seats specially prepared for them in the restaurant, devouring portions of red meat, butter, and non-gritty Leba bread that would have made common people in the old world jealous, accompanied by ale.

The waiter who was carrying the dinner plate and adding soup obviously did not have enough funds to replace a suitable prosthetic limb in Caledor. A left leg made of solid oak replaced the original flesh and blood.

"He is not a warrior..."

Seeing Karl staring at the waiter, Kurt whispered in the emperor's ear and judged that the left leg was probably a helpless choice after experiencing some engineering accidents.

"I thought Caledo would give every injured person the best treatment."

"This can be seen as a provocation...but it doesn't matter, I can tell you the truth." Draconir asked for a pot of ale in the restaurant. He himself did not like drinking. Although his body was strong enough to be immune to alcohol, he still did not like it. Love that bad smell.

But today, he made an exception and took a sip.

Pointing at the waiter, Prince Caledor said: "It will take five professional scholars in this field at least half a month to design a suitable plan to replace his prosthesis with a free-moving one.

Then in the laboratory of the academy, professional equipment will be used to try to simulate nerve conduction with magic signals to find the frequency suitable for his physique. After that, there will be a rejection test, and a probe forged from a rare alloy will be inserted into his thigh bone...

Imagine that just one of the raw materials for the probe required for the rejection test needs to be extracted from several tons of minerals to produce a little bit that is only the size of a thumb, and this mineral only occurs near the dimensional stone."

Draconil turned his eyes and pointed at another person on the street. Judging from the half-collapsed cloak, it was obvious that he also lost his left arm.

"Even if I can replace some people who have made outstanding contributions, the reality obviously does not allow me to do so. Too many people have done stupid things because of a little careless mistake and an addiction to alcohol.

And how do we judge whether a person is worth saving? Carl."

"From my personal point of view, it is morality and honor... But you are right, giving up one person and giving up everyone are no different from a certain point of view." (End of this chapter)