"The Silver Horn of Israma? An artifact that can awaken and control dragons?" Ryan frowned a little after hearing Teclis' request: "Hmm... but how do we find it? And what if this thing
It’s so powerful, why didn’t the dwarves take it out when they retreated from Bafeng Mountain?”
"The Silver Horn of Israma was lost in the final battle of the Longbeard War. It was an artifact of the Caledor Dragon Tamer family and became a trophy of the dwarf clan in the Eight Peaks Mountain at that time, but the dwarves did not know how to use it.
Therefore, it is simply regarded as a horn made of Ysrama silver."
Teclis said calmly: "But it is a priceless treasure to Asul. This thing is currently deep in the underground of Bafeng Mountain. It should be located in the Ancestral Temple of Bafeng Mountain. If you can get this, the dragon princes
Maybe there is no need to sing dragon songs for three days and three nights to wake up the dragon."
"So what can we get?" Ryan asked the second question: "You know, the wood elves are also going to participate in this expedition, and it is very likely that they also plan to get the Silver Horn of Ysrama."
"If we can return this horn to the group of dragon princes in Caledor, then if we encounter trouble in the future, as long as there is a message, the dragon princes of Caledor will ride their dragons and come to support immediately.
"Teclis briefly explained the benefits: "The power of the dragon will destroy our enemies, and then the dragon princes will emphasize that they are not here to help us, they just happened to ride the dragon for a ride."
"...Have dragon princes always been like this?" Ryan squinted.
"Otherwise?" The expression on Teclis's face when he mentioned the Dragon Prince was also very painful: "Even among Asur, the Caledor dragon princes have always believed that their bloodline is the noblest and most glorious. The Dragon Prince
They will never obey any orders. They always only consider suggestions. Even when the Phoenix King personally leads the army, the Dragon Princes will always hold the flag of their kingdom, but there is no doubt that they are still the most powerful in the world.
One of the cavalry."
"What if the wood elves also want this horn?" Ryan knows the power of the Dragon Prince. This is a super cavalry that can rival the Holy Grail Knight. Unfortunately, it is as rare in number as the Holy Grail Knight and is difficult to form an organization. But like Brittany
The tip of Asia's lance array only needs one Holy Grail to lead it, and its power can be more than doubled. A high-spirited dragon may be able to directly influence the situation on the battlefield.
"It depends on what you think is more important: Aralos, or Lilith and me." Teclis said expressionlessly: "You will make the right choice, am I right?"
It smelled a bit threatening. Ryan touched his chin: "I will consider it."
"That's it for today. Regarding how to advance Ms. Trovik's bloodline, Berannar only told me one possibility." Tigris stood up: "Drink the ice dragon blood, but that
Impossible, the original ice dragons in the two poles have either become extinct or turned into chaos dragons or black dragons, neither of which can satisfy Ms. Trovik's needs."
"Then please go back and check the information." Ryan also stood up: "Thank you for your compliment."
"No thanks." Tigris turned and left.
The meeting with Tigris ended in the evening. Ryan and Olica walked towards the main castle. Under the moonlight, the high windows of the palace corridor were penetrated by the moonlight. The weather was getting colder. Ryan walked in front.
Orica followed behind, and neither of them said anything. They walked for a long time, and the only sound left in the corridor was the sound of Ryan's leather shoes and Dark Elf high heels.
"Olica?" Ryan suddenly spoke, the king's face appearing and disappearing in the moonlight in the corridor.
"What's wrong, Master?" Olika responded: "Please tell me if I have anything."
"No...it's nothing." Ryan hesitated for a while, then shook his head again.
"Master must want to ask me, what should you do if the wood elf really wants to fight for that horn, right?" Olica smiled sweetly, and she simply took Ryan's arm: "You want
Do you want to hear my opinion?"
"What advice would my personal maid and the royal housekeeper give me?" Ryan said with a smile, he really wanted to ask.
"Then let them have a fight, and the losers will all become slaves, seize the Marienburg talent market, and make a fortune!" Orika said with a smile: "As for the young ones, those who are not convinced can be chopped off.
Siblings…”
"That's enough. Sure enough, I shouldn't have asked." Ryan rolled his eyes and said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Hehehe, you're kidding, Master." Olika shook her head slyly, her long black hair like a waterfall swaying back and forth: "You made a mistake in the causal relationship, Master. It was you who wanted to expedition to Bafeng Mountain, and it was you who wanted to start from Green Mountain.
Surrounded by skin and Skaven, fighting side by side with King Belegar, they are not those high-ranking officials who think highly of themselves.
Wait for the elves, not the wood elves who want to take advantage of the opportunity. If the silver horn of Ysrama falls into your hands, all you have to do is wait for them to open the conditions and let them compete instead of being restricted. You have some
You value favors too much. Besides, do you really think that the Dragon Prince will be grateful to you as Teclis said?"
"You won't appreciate it, will you?" Ryan seemed to realize something. He really didn't understand the thinking logic of high elves and dark elves as well as Olika: "Go on, Olika."
"The Caledor dragon princes among the high elves are extremely arrogant beings. Let me use an analogy. There is a noble family that was once extremely glorious and glorious. They failed in a war. Their head was killed, and their
The family heirloom was taken away, and their family declined as a result.
Fall." The dark elf sounded very serious this time: "After thousands of years, a despicable bastard, a human that they didn't even bother to look at, actually got the horn and sent it back. Master, if you
It's this noble family, how would you choose?"
"If it were me, I would definitely give him some benefits and give him a chance to advance, right?" Ryan thought for a moment and immediately shook his head: "But the high elf may not think so."
"Yes, in the eyes of the Dragon Prince, you are a humiliation, a complete humiliation." Olica nodded: "Your action of sending back the horn is not only mocking their incompetence and uncovering their scars, but also a kind of
Provocation, do you think the dragon princes, especially Imric, Prince of Caledor, would be grateful to you?
?You really think too much. The best way to handle this matter is to give the horn to Teclis or even Lilith herself and ask them to pass it on. But the problem arises. This favor has nothing to do with you anymore, no matter it is
Teclis or Lilith, they consider their own interests after all."
"Very good, this is very sophisticated." Ryan shook his head, and he finally understood: "I'll think about it after I really get this thing. Now everything is empty talk, but Olika, you are right, take the initiative
The power is mine, they ask for it from me, not me from them."
Olica smiled even more happily and secretly made a victory gesture.
The master knows very well that I am the only one who will really consider him.
Total victory!
It was getting very late at this time. Ryan originally didn't want to disturb Sulia and planned to go to the guest room to spend the night with Olica. However, when he returned to the main castle of the palace, Sylvia standing at the gate gave him a sudden thought.
, the head maid’s face was very serious, even
With a vague questioning expression, when she saw Ryan appearing, wearing a black and white maid uniform, wearing the same white stockings as Olica, and a scarf on her head, Sylvia immediately walked up: "Your Majesty, you are back.
, Madam is waiting for you in the bedroom."
"Lidya Su? What's the matter?" Ryan knew something was wrong, so he said quickly.
"You will know when you get there. Madam asked me to notify you immediately when I see you and ask you to find her as soon as possible." Silvia had a straight face and refused to disclose any information: "I can't say anything else."
"Okay." Ryan nodded to express his understanding. The king felt something was wrong. Sylvia's expression was so serious. It seemed that his wife was very angry and the consequences would be serious.
"Please come with me." Sylvia led Ryan towards the master bedroom. Ryan quickly looked at Olika and made a gesture towards the dark elf. Olika smiled and nodded, she lowered her head.
He recited two mantras aloud.
"Hmm!!!" Sylvia, who was walking, suddenly felt her whole body flushed like an electric shock. She felt that her legs were weak and she was about to fall to the ground. Ryan quickly supported her and said enthusiastically.
: "What, Sylvie?"
"Well~ you, you~" Sylvia collapsed on Ryan, and the expression on the head maid's face was so shameful and angry: "It's so, so despicable!"
"Hehehe~" Ryan hugged his head maid around her waist: "Tell me, Sylvie, what's going on over there with Lidya Su?"
"No, I~um~" Sylvia was still struggling, and Ryan then "threatened": "Otherwise, I will hand you over to Olika tonight?"
"Okay, don't worry, leave it to me. I'll let the head maid enjoy my service." Orica also smiled maliciously: "Master, there's no need to ask, she won't tell, let me
bring it on."
"No...I, I said." When Sylvia heard that she was going to be taken away by Olica, Sylvia shook her head in horror. The head maid finally compromised: "It's because..."
Two minutes later, Ryan pushed open the bedroom door alone. At this time, Sulia was already waiting in the room. Today the queen was wearing a white silk ice fantasy and fluttering butterfly dress, with a beautiful and delicate face.
With a touch of anger, long skirt
The slender and straight legs under the slit were wrapped in a pair of white unicorn velvet suspender stockings, and the white silk feet were wearing a pair of open-toed fish-mouth high heels. Seeing Ryan coming in, the queen said in a not-so-pleasant tone: "My Majesty
, you are finally back?"
"Yes, Sulia, I'm back." Ryan walked quickly to his wife with a guilty conscience. The king was about to hold Sulia's hand, but Sulia gently shook him off. The queen
Obviously still angry, when she saw Ryan coming over, Lidya Su grabbed a stack of documents and put them directly in front of Ryan: "Lian, my husband! My king! Look at you, look at the documents you signed.
, look at these orders of yours, my God, if this continues, our Duke Musilon family can declare bankruptcy!"
"Madam~" Ryan finally sat next to Sulia. He gently hugged the queen's slender waist: "Money must be spent, so that social wealth can circulate and the kingdom can be dynamic."
"But you can't spend money like this!" Sulia was hugged by Ryan and her anger subsided a little, but the queen did not intend to let the king get away with it like this. She said angrily: "I understand that the royal family has serious financial problems.
, and in order to ensure that this country will not collapse, you continue to use your personal finances to make up for the kingdom's financial problems, but this must be limited. The money of our ducal family belongs to us, and the kingdom's finances belong to the kingdom. You can
It’s okay to temporarily call and pay some money, but you can’t rely on your personal wealth forever to maintain the operation of the kingdom, right? Look at the series of orders you issued after you took the throne. We also paid for the canal construction, as did the industrial payments to the empire.
Our family will pay for the further re-dressing of the Old Guards and Knights, and the reconstruction of Mousilon will also come from our treasury. If this continues, we will really go bankrupt!"
"So I want to expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain, my wife." Ryan sighed softly. He actually knew that various expenses would be very high after he succeeded to the throne, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was understandable that Sulia was anxious and angry.
To this day, he has spent most of the astonishing wealth given to Ryan by blood dragon ancestor Amber Wallace: "Only in this way can the entire financial problem be reversed."
"But, where's the money?" Sulia was still struggling. The female knight whispered. She was picked up by Ryan and put on his lap. Sulia only felt that she was hugged by her husband, and she had no strength left in her body.
She quickly said: "Ryan, I warn you, you must leave at least 30,000 gold crowns in reserve. We must have such a mobile fund to ensure that we can face emergencies."
"Of course." Ryan held his wife in his arms and said with a smile: "It's not that we have no income, Sulia, my brother Fulgen's financial support will soon arrive in Le Angoulan, and it is estimated that it will
We have about 50,000 gold crowns to accept, and I have already negotiated with Archduke Schulz of Marienburg. The Marienburg Council headed by him will provide us with a war loan of more than 100,000 gold crowns.
.”
After saying this, Lidya Su's face finally looked better, and the queen nodded slightly: "If that's the case, it's still justifiable, but... Ryan, do you really want to borrow so much money?"
"Why not? Am I afraid of failure?" Ryan hugged his wife and smiled: "Now, standing in front of you are the Knight King of Brittany, Duke Mousilon, Earl of Glamorgan, Ji
Baron En, the divinely chosen champion of the Lady of the Lake, the orthodox successor of Landuin's will and virtue..."
"Pfft~ Okay, that's enough!" Sulia was finally amused by Ryan. The queen blushed and leaned on her husband's chest, whispering: "I'm not worried that you have just ascended the throne and are eager to make some achievements.
, What a great success, without considering the consequences, and you are in a special situation now, I think I must find an opportunity to remind you, since you have already thought about it, then as my wife, I can only support you, I believe in you, you will bring victory to
Ours, right?"
"Of course, who am I? I am Ryan Malcador! The person holding you now is the Knight King of Britannia, Mousilon..." Ryan pretended to declare his title again, Su Li
Ya quickly blocked his mouth with her hands: "Ryan!!!"
"Hahaha~" Ryan felt warm in his heart when he saw that Sulia had finally calmed down. He reached out and stroked the female knight's long golden curly hair, and said warmly: "In order to prevent insufficient money, I am also planning to discuss a deal with Archduke Schulz.
What's going on?"
"With Archduke Schulz? Didn't he promise to give you a war loan?" Sulia was a little surprised.
"This is not enough." Ryan held his queen in his arms, his face became serious: "I am going to ask Archduke Schulz to issue war bonds!"