Chapter 186： Royal Dragon City (Part 1)

As one of the oldest cities on this continent, the Royal Dragon City was established much earlier than the Glorious Empire.

Its history can be traced back to seven thousand years ago. At that time, the dragon was not extinct, and the high elves never disappeared.

These two powerful races were also the masters of the world at that time.

However, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and the war between dragons and elves is also the main theme of that era.

In the early days of the war, the dragon clan relied on a stronger individual strength, a stabilizing spirit.

However, as the war continued, the number of dragons was scarce, and the weakness of the difficulty of reproduction was gradually exposed.

The elves began to gain the upper hand and gradually drove the dragon out of the center of the continent.

Subsequently, the elven empire was established, and Yulongcheng was the capital of the elven empire at that time.

The name of this city was naturally deliberately chosen by the elves to humiliate the dragon.

The so-called "imperial" means to control and dominate.

Because of this, the Royal Dragon City has become a thorn in the eyes of the dragon family since its completion. In history, countless angry dragons have tried to burn it to the ground with dragon flames, but without exception, they were unsuccessful.

Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, the vicissitudes of life, the dragon and the high elves have disappeared in the world, the Royal Dragon City, the most dazzling stage in the center of the continent, has now been replaced by a new protagonist.

There are not many buildings left by the elves in the current Royal Dragon City. The long river of time can wash away all traces. In the more than a thousand years of becoming the master of the Royal Dragon City, human beings have deeply carved their own brand in this place. In the bones of the city.

But the only exception is the Royal Palace.

This palace named "Phoenix Palace" is the only building left by the elves.

The ruler of the high elves is called the "Phoenix King", and this palace is his former palace.

Thanks to the efforts of the best architects of the elves, this magnificent palace has been preserved to this day. Even the San Lorenzo royal family is also represented by its beauty, the brilliance it represents, and the glory it symbolizes. Conquer, willing to use it as the palace of the glorious empire.

The Phoenix Palace is located in the center of the Royal Dragon City and is a group of palaces composed of hundreds of palaces. The high dome of the main hall is white and flawless. It is a dome inlaid with a whole piece of white jade, which emits a cold light even at night without moonlight.

The walls of the palace are inlaid with light blue frosted marble tiles, which look weird in the sunlight. Hundreds of marble columns carved with rose patterns prop up the high roof, and various murals are painted on the inner wall of the roof.

The large windows are neatly lined up with small and round girl sculptures, each of which has different shapes and is charming.

The king's air that has accumulated over the centuries has made the entire main hall exude a strong and heavy coercion, making those who step into it involuntarily want to worship.

However, in such a solemn palace, at this time, there were waves of despair.

A waiter walked to the front of the hall, stopped in embarrassment, smiled bitterly, and stood quietly waiting in the cold wind.

However, the whistling sound in the hall continued to penetrate into the waiter's ears, making him feel hot all over.

But when he was blown by the biting cold wind, he immediately woke up again, and hurriedly covered his ears with his hands until he could no longer hear the movement in the hall.

After a long time, the gate of the palace finally opened, and a slender, beautiful lady came out.

The waiter quickly put down his hands and bowed in salute.

The lady saw the waiter shivering in the cold wind and smiled charmingly at him: "Ah, are you eavesdropping?"

After speaking, without waiting for the waiter to answer, he left with a smile.

The waiter lowered his head from start to finish, afraid to look at the lady, but the familiar voice still allowed him to distinguish the identity of the other party-it was the Marquise of Grandi.

However, the waiter was not too surprised.

After all, the emperor's habit of cuckolding vassals is no secret in the imperial aristocracy.

The nobles of the Royal Dragon City have long been accustomed to this, and even evolved to the point that if there is no green on their heads, they are embarrassed to claim to be the real nobles of the imperial capital...

The waiter slowly entered the hall, bowed meticulously, and did not dare to show any emotions on his face.

His majesty, the glorious emperor of this term, was named Reinhardt San Lorenzo, and was also honored as Reinhardt the Great.

Emperor Reinhardt was a burly middle-aged man, with blond hair and blue eyes, thick beard and sword eyebrows, coupled with the peculiar eagle nose of the San Lorenzo family, he felt powerful at first glance.

It’s just that his dress is too casual at this time. He only wore a thin shirt. His chest was still open, revealing thick golden chest hair. The cold wind outside the hall was brought in by the waiter, but he did not let Emperor Reinhardt. Feel cold.

"Your Majesty, the messenger of the Goblin Kingdom will arrive at the Dragon City tomorrow morning. Would you like to meet him in person?"

Emperor Reinhardt picked up the goblet on the table and poured all the red wine into his mouth. He seemed to still feel thirsty, so he filled himself with another glass and drank it.

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After an imageless burp, Emperor Reinhardt glanced at the waiter and asked in a tone that couldn't hear the joy or anger: "Isn't it already said before, let the queen go to see it?"

The waiter cautiously replied: "Your Majesty, it is the Queen who asked me to ask you, she hopes you..."

Emperor Reinhardt waved his hand impatiently: "It's just a goblin king's messenger. It's fine for the queen to see it, what else?"

"The Prime Minister hopes that you can attend the imperial meeting tomorrow, saying that spring ploughing is imminent, and you are needed..."

Emperor Reinhardt became even more impatient: "The Prime Minister of the Imperial Conference can only preside over it himself. I have other things."

The waiter Nono said yes, and then said carefully: "Your Majesty, Prince Leahy’s birthday will be three days later. Your Royal Highness asked me to ask you, this time the Prince’s birthday banquet will be held in the banquet hall of the Phoenix Palace as usual. ?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Reinhardt was silent.

The waiter who had not received a response for a long time raised his head secretly, but saw the cold eyes of the Great Emperor Sen.

The waiter trembled with fright, and quickly lowered his head again, annoyed constantly in his heart, why did he dare to raise his head just now for some reason The atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

I don’t know how long it took until the waiter’s cold sweat almost dampened his clothes before finally hearing Emperor Reinhardt’s flat voice:

"Well, it's the same as in previous years."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The waiter, relieved, hurriedly saluted and retired without daring to delay any longer.

The heavy door of the palace opened and closed, shutting off the snowy world.

Emperor Reinhardt picked up the wine glass again and began to drink it himself.

The hall was filled with decadence, and a hint of resentment.

Suddenly, Emperor Reinhardt's eyes condensed and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

The golden silk curtain moved without wind, and a man covered in a black mage's robe appeared there.

It's just that his neck is being held by a sharp sword.

But the man seemed to be dissatisfied with such threats, and still smiled and said to Emperor Reinhardt:

"Your Majesty, when is Prince Leahy eligible to hold a birthday party in the Phoenix Palace?"