HCB Chapter 324 But he could shake those who dared to utter a sound.
Chapter 324 But he could shake those who dared to utter a sound.
Raymond opened the cigarette pack, picked out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Irele, then asked...
"Iriel, don't you need Parasaurs?"
Others might not understand what Raymond was trying to say, but Irelia knew that Raymond was asking why he didn't use the Parasorians to take revenge, since no country on the entire continent of Lael had an army that could directly confront the Parasorian warriors' iron cavalry.
White smoke billowed from Ireil's lips as his unfocused gaze fell into the distance, as if he were deep in thought.
The lighting crystals in the living room were mostly covered by blackout cloth, and the firelight between Irele's fingers flickered in the dim room.
After a while, he placed the cigarette butt in Raymond's palm and whispered a sentence as he took another cigarette.
"How could I not need it? I need it very much."
The phrase "the Haddon Empire, which lost its glory and declined from then on" used by bards refers to a comparison with the Haddon Empire of the past, rather than saying that it had actually fallen to the point where it could not even suppress a rebellious local lord.
Without that upgraded, unbreakable large protective magic array, the existing forces in the eastern region would not be without a chance of victory in a direct confrontation with the Imperial Expeditionary Army, but they would certainly pay a heavy price to achieve it.
Iriel doesn't have many chips to play, and he needs any help he can get. What he's struggling with now is that while gaining the Parasorians' help, he'll also drag his lost and recovered treasures into the mire.
Undeniably, after confirming that the Lord of the Snowfield's partner was her own brother, Yrel immediately included her brother and his partner as bargaining chips.
He thought he was ruthless enough to use anything to achieve his goals, but in reality, he would have sleepless nights when his brother was unhappy, and he would be filled with anxiety when his brother was sad.
Irele lay half-reclined on the sofa, taking cigarette after cigarette from Raymond's hand.
The thought that his appearance had disrupted his younger brother's original life trajectory and shattered the happy life his brother had finally achieved, and that he might even use his brother and his partner to make his brother a target of public criticism, made it impossible for him to regain his peace of mind.
His younger brother was still a small child, a soft little bundle nestled in his arms, perhaps he should have spent his life peacefully under the love and overprotection of the Lord of the Snowfield...
Raymond remembered the doctor saying that tobacco could harm the human body, and seeing the cigarettes in the pack dwindling, he dared not say a word.
But he can get those who dare to utter a sound to come.
So Raymond, who was squatting by the sofa with a cigarette box in his hand, started the silent dragon-shaking mode with a well-behaved expression.
In the castle courtyard, the little dragon cub, who was dozing on the black wolf's head, suddenly opened its big eyes. Without even saying hello, it abandoned its black wolf companion, Puka, and flapped its little wings, rushing towards a window on the castle roof.
Iriel was unaware of Raymond's subtle actions until all the cigarettes in the pack had turned into swirling smoke and ash, filling the air with a pungent, acrid smell. Only then did he shake off his brief moment of confusion and speak in the native language of the continent of Orion.
"The Parasos will not initiate wars, nor will they participate in the internal struggles of other countries. They will not even leave their far northern territories unless absolutely necessary. As Shiavi's companion, Sal Pucas himself can stand with us, but as the Lord of the Snowfields, he needs to remain neutral, at least on the surface."
Raymond, do you really think the Lord of the Snowfields would declare war on the Empire for Siavi? What a naive and childish idea.
No monarch with a brain would declare war for love. The core motivation for war could be political, economic, or strategic interests, and such reasons would never be as simple as seeking revenge for one's loved one.
If Sal Pucas were to consider using this as a pretext to launch a war against the Empire, love would only be an excuse for him to start the war, and his ultimate goal would be far more than simply avenging my brother.
Fortunately, at least he doesn't have that thought yet, otherwise…
Before Yrel could finish speaking, Raymond, based on his years of understanding of Yrel, concluded that Thrall would not only be beaten up in seven days, but would very likely disappear from the continent of Ral.
When Xie Wei was woken up by Frost, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he reached out and found that he and the little dragon cub were the only ones on the bed. He was still a little dazed and not quite clear-headed. He felt a bit thirsty, so he rolled to the edge of the bed and reached for the bedside table. He didn't find a water bottle, so he simply got out of bed, put on his slippers, picked up the little dragon cub, and staggered to the living room to find some water.
As Xie Wei opened the bedroom door and took two steps into the living room, he was choked and coughed lightly. There was a bitter, burnt smell in the living room. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his robe, and also covered the mouth and nose of Fros, who was choking and sneezing several times.
Finding the water bottle on the tea table, Shevi poured himself and Frost each a glass of water. Then, holding the glass, he looked around and found nothing that was burnt, but he did find some residual magical elements.
Xie Wei slowly walked around the living room and then checked the bathroom, but he couldn't find anything wrong or his brother.
The clock on the wall showed a little past five in the morning, almost the time Sal usually gets up. He touched his chin, put down his water glass, picked up the little dragon cub and went back to the bedroom, then put Frost into the bed.
Under the little dragon's puzzled gaze, Xie Wei coaxed, "Flos, you stay here and help your brother warm the bed, okay? I'm going to braid Sal's hair now."
Fros is a frost dragon. As a cub, it is not covered in frost like an adult dragon due to the influence of ice-attribute magic elements, nor does it make people who come into contact with it feel cold. However, it is still a bit of a challenge for a dragon to warm its bed.
However, Frost was a good-natured little dragon. When Shevi asked it to warm up its brother's bed, it stayed still in the blankets, trying its best to make the bed warm.
After Xie Wei slipped out of the guest room wearing a cloak, a magical fluctuation followed, and Iriel and Raymond teleported back from who-knows-where.
"Raymond, I'm going to take a shower. You go open the window to ventilate the room."
“Irele, your brother doesn’t like the smell of tobacco, and neither does Frost.”
Raymond followed Irelia all the way to the bathroom door. After he finished speaking, he didn't intend to leave, but stood there without moving.
The black-haired mage turned around with a cold face, threw all the cigarette packs in his spatial ring onto the carpet, and then spoke in a harsh tone.
"Dispose of it."
“Yes, my Irelia.” Raymond gathered up the cigarette boxes and happily destroyed them in front of Irelia.
Irele stared intently at the last cigarette pack disappearing into Raymond's hand. He took a deep breath and slammed the bathroom door shut.
……
Celine, who was on night duty, opened the bedroom door for Xie Wei. Xie Wei tiptoed to the large bed with its pillars, took off his cloak and put it aside, then lifted the bed curtains, intending to quietly slip under the covers.
As soon as her fingers touched the bed curtains, she was grabbed around the waist and pulled inside.
Xie Wei's bathrobe, which he was originally wearing, was torn to pieces and discarded on the carpet beside the bed. The Lord of the Snowfield, who usually got up at six o'clock sharp, slept in for once.
“Saar, my brother and Mr. Raymond are leaving the Far North Territory tomorrow, and I’d like to see them off, is that alright?” Shevi leaned on Sal’s shoulder and yawned after speaking.
“Okay, I’ll stay with you. Would you like some water?” Sal reached for the thermos on the bedside table, poured half a cup of water, and fed it to his lazy partner little by little.
After finishing his water, Shevi snuggled closer to Sal, wanting to act cute but feeling a little shy.
Sal thought that Shevi's sudden happiness was because he had agreed to accompany him to see Iriel off, and he couldn't help but start to reflect on himself. Had he gone too far in the past, to the point that Little Rose had to ask him about something as simple as seeing her brother off, and that she was so happy that she wanted to act spoiled because she hadn't been rejected?
Little did he know that Xie Wei was happy because when he felt thirsty, the water glass would be brought to his lips without him having to say a word—a tacit understanding unique to the two of them.