"The Silver Horn of Yserama? A divine artifact that can awaken and control dragons? " Laing frowned after hearing Tegris's request. "Well … But how are we going to find it? And if this thing is so powerful, why didn't the dwarves bring it out when they retreated from the Eight Peaks Mountain? "
"The Silver Horn of Yserama was lost in the last battle of the Battle of the Long Beard. This is the divine artifact of the Kaledor dragon tamer family. It became the trophy of the dwarves of the Eight Peaks Mountain at that time, but the dwarves did not know how to use it, so they simply treated it as a horn made of Yserama." Tegris said calmly, "But this is a priceless treasure for Assur. This thing is currently buried under the Eight Peaks Mountain, and it should be in the ancestral shrine of the Eight Peaks Mountain. If we can get this, the dragon princes may not have to sing dragon songs for three days and three nights to awaken the dragons."
"So what can we get?" Laing asked a second question. "You know, the wood elves will also participate in this expedition. It is very likely that they also intend to get the Silver Horn of Yserama."
"If we can return this horn to the dragon princes of Kaledor, then if we are in trouble in the future, as long as we send a message, the dragon princes of Kaledor will immediately ride their dragons to support us." Tegris briefly explained the benefits. "The power of the dragons will destroy our enemies, and then the dragon princes will emphasize that they are not here to help us. They just happened to ride their dragons for a ride."
"… Have the dragon princes always been like this?" Laing squinted.
"What else?" Tegris's expression was pained when he mentioned the dragon princes. "Even among Assur, the dragon princes of Kaledor have always thought that their bloodline is the most noble and glorious. The dragon princes will never listen to any orders. They have always only considered suggestions. Even when the Phoenix King personally leads the army, the dragon princes will always carry the flag of their kingdom. But there is no doubt that they are still one of the most powerful cavalry in the world."
"What if the wood elves also want this horn?" Laing knew how powerful the dragon princes were. They were a type of super cavalry that could rival the Grail knights. Unfortunately, they were as rare as the Grail knights and could not be organized. But just like the Brittany's cavalry formation, the tip only needed one Grail to more than double its power. a high-grade dragon might be able to directly change the situation.
"That depends on whether you think Aralos is more important or Lilith and I are more important." Tegris was expressionless. "You will make the right choice, am I right?"
Ryan rubbed his chin and said, "I'll think about it."
"Let's stop here for today. Bellannal only told me one possibility about how Madam Trovic's bloodline can evolve." Tegris stood up. "Drink the blood of frost dragons, but that's impossible. The frost dragons of the Bipolar Plains are either extinct or have become chaos dragons or black dragons. Neither can satisfy Lady Trovic's needs."
"Then I'll leave it to you to do some research." Laing also stood up. "Thank you for the honor."
"You're welcome." Tegris turned and left.
After the meeting with Tegris that night, Laing and Olica headed to the main castle. The moonlight shone through the tall windows of the palace corridor. The weather was getting colder and colder. Laing walked in front with Olica behind. The two of them did not speak. After walking for a long time, only the sound of Laing's leather shoes and dark elven heels could be heard.
"Olica?" Laing suddenly spoke. The king's face was faintly discernible under the moonlight in the corridor.
"What is it, master?" Olica replied, "What is it?"
"No … nothing." Laing hesitated for a while before shaking his head.
"Master, you must want to ask me what you'll do if the wood elves really want to fight over the horn, right?" Olica smiled sweetly and grabbed Laing's arm. "Do you want to hear my opinion?"
"What opinion would my personal maidservant and the head steward of the royal household give me?" Laing asked with a smile. He really did want to ask.
"That is to let them fight, and the loser will become a slave. Capture them and bring them to Marlin Castle's talent market, and make a fortune!" Olica giggled. "As for the younger ones, if they don't agree, they can chop off their limbs."
"Enough. I shouldn't have asked." Laing rolled his eyes. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Hehehe, I'm just kidding, master." Olica shook her head slyly, her long black hair swaying back and forth like a waterfall. "You've mistaken the cause and effect. Master, you're the one who wants to go on an expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain. You're the one who wants to fight side by side with the king of Belega. It's not the high elves who think highly of themselves, nor the wood elves who want to take advantage of the situation. If the Silver Horn of Yserama falls into your hands, all you have to do is wait for them to state their conditions and let them compete instead of being restricted. You're placing too much importance on favors. Besides, do you really think that the dragon prince will be grateful to you like Tegris said?"
"He won't be grateful, right?" Laing seemed to have understood something. He did not understand the logic of the high elves and dark elves as well as Olica. "Go on, Olica."
"Among the high elves, the Kaldor Dragon Princes are extremely arrogant. Let me give you an example. There was once a noble family that was incomparably glorious, but they lost in a war. Their head was killed, and their family's heirloom was taken away. Because of this, their family declined." This time, the Dark Elf's tone was very serious. "In the end, after a few thousand years, a lowly bastard, a human they didn't even bother to look at, actually obtained the horn and even sent it back. Master, if you were this noble family, what would you choose?"
"If it were me, I would definitely give him some benefits and give him a chance to rise up, right?" Laing thought for a moment and immediately shook his head. "But the high elves might not think so."
"That's right. In the eyes of the dragon prince, this is a complete humiliation." Olica nodded. "Your action of sending the horn back is not only mocking their incompetence and exposing their scars, but also a provocation. Do you think the dragon prince, especially the Kaldor Prince Imric, will be grateful to you? You're really thinking too much. The best way to deal with this matter is to hand the horn to Teglis or even Lilith herself and let them pass it on. But here's the problem. This favor has nothing to do with you. Whether it's Teglis or Lilith, they're only thinking about their own interests. "
"Very good. That's very precise." Laing shook his head. He finally understood. "I'll think about it when I actually get the horn. Right now, everything is just empty talk. But Olica, you're right. I have the initiative. They're asking me, not the other way around."
Olga's smile widened, and she made a surreptitious gesture of triumph.
Master, you know very well that I'm the only one who truly cares about you.
Complete victory!
It was already very late. Laing didn't want to disturb Suria and planned to spend the night with Olica in the guest room. But when he returned to the main castle, Sylvia, who was waiting at the gate, made his heart skip a beat. The head maid's face was very serious. She even seemed to be interrogating him. Seeing Laing appear, Sylvia, who was wearing a black-and-white maid outfit and the same white stockings as Olica, immediately walked over. "Your Majesty, you're back. Madam is waiting for you in the bedroom."
"Suria? What's the matter? "Laing knew that something was wrong. He hurriedly asked.
"You'll know when you get there. Madam wants me to inform you as soon as I see you. She wants you to go find her as soon as possible." Sylvia's face was very serious. She refused to reveal any information. "I can't say anything else."
"Alright." Laing nodded. The king had a feeling that something was wrong. Sylvia's expression was very serious. It seemed that his wife was very angry, and the consequences would be severe.
"Please come with me." Sylvia led Laing to the master bedroom. Laing hurriedly looked at Olica and made a gesture to the dark elf. Olica nodded with a smile and whispered a spell.
"Ugh!!!" Sylvia, who was walking, suddenly blushed as if she had been electrocuted. She only felt that her legs gave out and she was about to fall to the ground. Laing hurriedly held her up and said very warmly, "What's wrong, Sylvia?"
"Ugh … You … You …" Sylvia collapsed on Laing. The head maid's expression was so embarrassed that she wanted to die. "You're really, really despicable!"
"Hehehe …" Laing picked up his head maid by the waist. "Tell me, Sylvia. What's going on with Suria?"
"No, I … Ugh …" Sylvia was still struggling, but Laing continued to 'threaten' her. "Otherwise, I'll give you to Olica tonight."
"Sure, don't worry. Leave it to me. I'll let the head maid enjoy my service." Olica also smiled maliciously. "Master, don't ask. She won't say. Let me do it."
"No … I … I'll talk." Hearing that she was going to be taken away by Olica, Sylvia immediately shook her head in horror. The head maid finally compromised. "It's because …"
Two minutes later, Leon pushed open the door to the bedroom alone. At this moment, Sulia was already waiting in the room. Today, the Queen was wearing a long dress made of white silk and ice, with butterflies fluttering in the wind. Her beautiful and delicate face carried a faint hint of anger. Her long and slender legs were wrapped in a pair of white unicorn wool suspenders, and her white feet were wearing a pair of open-toed fishmouth high heels. When she saw Leon enter, the Queen's tone was not very pleasant. "My Majesty, you've finally returned?"
"Yes, Suria. I'm back." Laing walked quickly to his wife, a little guilty. The king was about to take Suria's hand, but Suria gently shook him off. The queen was obviously still angry. Seeing Laing come over, Suria grabbed a stack of documents and directly put it in front of Laing. "Laing, my husband! My king! Look at you, look at the documents you signed, look at these orders you gave. Oh my god, if this goes on, the Muxilon family will be declared bankrupt! "
"My lady …" Laing finally sat down next to Suria. He gently put his arm around the queen's slender waist. "Money has to be spent, the wealth of society will flow, and the kingdom will be lively."
"But you can't spend money like this!" Suria was hugged by Laing, and her anger subsided a little. However, the queen did not intend to let the king get away with it. She said angrily, "I understand that the royal family's financial problems are serious, and in order to ensure that the kingdom doesn't collapse, you keep using your personal finances to make up for the kingdom's financial problems. But there must be a limit. The money of our duke's family is ours, and the kingdom's finances are the kingdom's. You can temporarily transfer and pay some money, that's not a problem, but you can't always rely on your personal wealth to maintain the kingdom's operations, right? Look at the series of orders you gave after you ascended the throne. We paid for the canal construction, the industrial payments to the Empire were also paid for by our family. We also paid for the Old Guard and the knights to further upgrade their equipment. The reconstruction of Muxilon was also paid for by our treasury. If this goes on, we will really go bankrupt! "
"That's why I want to go on an expedition to Eight Peaks Mountain, my lady." Ryan sighed softly. In fact, he also knew that all kinds of expenses would be very high after he succeeded the throne, but this was something that could not be helped. It was understandable that Sulia was anxious and angry. Up to now, he had spent more than half of the amazing wealth that the Blood Dragon Patriarch, Abo Wallace, had given to Ryan. "Only in this way can the whole financial problem be reversed."
"But what about the money?" Suria was still in a dilemma when she cried out. Laing picked her up by the waist and put her on his lap. Suria felt that she had no strength left in her body after being hugged by her husband. She hurriedly said, "Laing, I'm warning you. You have to leave at least 30 thousand crowns in reserve. We have to have that kind of money to ensure that we can handle emergencies."
"Of course." Laing hugged his wife and smiled. "It's not like we don't have any income. Suria, my brother Forgan's financial aid will soon arrive at Le-Angoulan. I estimate there will be around 50 thousand crowns for us to take. I've also negotiated with Duke Schultz of Marinburg. He will provide us with 100 thousand crowns in war loans."
After that, Suria's expression finally looked better. The queen nodded. "If that's the case, it's barely acceptable. But Laing, do you really want to borrow so much money?"
"Why not? Do you think I'm afraid of failure? " Laing hugged his wife and smiled. "Now, standing before you is the Brittany Knight King, Duke Muxilon, Count Glamorgan, Baron Zeon, the Lady of the Lake's chosen champion, and the rightful successor of Landuin's will and virtue …"
"Pffft! Alright, alright, that's enough!" Sulia was finally amused by Leon's words. The queen leaned against her husband's chest with a red face and said in a low voice, "I'm just worried that you've just ascended the throne and are in a hurry to make some achievements. You're too greedy for glory and didn't consider the consequences. Moreover, your current situation is special. I feel that I have to find an opportunity to remind you. Since you've already thought it through, then as your wife, I can only support you.
"Of course. Who am I? I'm Laing Macado! The one hugging you now is the Brittany Knight King, Muxilon … "Laing pretended to repeat his title, but Suria quickly covered his mouth with her hand." Laing! "
"Hahaha …" Seeing that Sulia's anger had finally subsided, Ryan's heart warmed. He reached out to stroke the female knight's long, curly blonde hair and said gently, "In case we don't have enough money, I still have something to discuss with Grand Duke Schultz."
"With Duke Schultz? Didn't he agree to give you a war loan? "Suria was a little confused.
"That's not enough." Laing hugged his queen, and his face became serious. "I'm going to let Duke Schultz issue war bonds!"
"The name is …"
"Eight Peaks Mountain National Debt!"
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