Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 395 - 395 188 Eriv's Reply_2

395: Chapter 188 Eriv’s Reply_2 395: Chapter 188 Eriv’s Reply_2 Lady Adelina organized the documents beside her and came to her husband’s side to massage his shoulders.

Eriv couldn’t help but lightly pat his wife’s hand: “Fedor spends too much time with those bureaucrats in the city council.

It’s not bad to be adept at political maneuvering, but he lacks a bit of heroic spirit.

In the future, I’m afraid he might develop a rift with the family’s vassals.

If there are any more conflicts, it’s better to take him to the frontline for practice and let him associate with the soldiers…

Even the delicate Princess Ines, born from the ‘Old Dragon’, can set foot on the battlefield.

My son shouldn’t be outdone by a frail little girl.”

Hearing this, Adelina couldn’t stand it, and she hit her husband lightly, defending their child: “Fedor was born weak and almost died young, as you know.

Not everyone can gallop on the battlefield like you brutes.

Besides, stop praising Leon so much in front of Fedor.

I like that child just as much as you do, but you should at least consider our eldest son’s self-esteem.

Fedor has been thoughtful since he was young.

He used to envy David for going on expeditions with you, and now with another young hero of similar age around him, admired by many, he’s bound to feel jealous of Leon.”

“Jealous?

Why would he be?

Is it that serious?” Eriv was taken aback.

“You were just teaching Fedor to understand people, yet you can’t even grasp your own son’s feelings.” Adelina pulled her husband’s neck and said helplessly.

“I’ve been traveling everywhere these years, so I’ve spent less time with Fedor,” Eriv smirked.

But he immediately confirmed with his wife again: “Are you serious?

I remember Fedor hasn’t even met Leon a few times.

How could he have such ridiculous narrow-mindedness?”

Adelina couldn’t help but sigh: “You’ve asked him several times to mingle with Leon at banquets, yet every time he only speaks a few words with Leon before hurriedly avoiding him?

It’s David who’s particularly enthusiastic and admiring of Leon.”

Mothers know their children best.

After spending long days and nights together, how could she not notice her eldest son’s emotions?

Perhaps if Leon were a hero with a significant age gap, it wouldn’t matter.

But since the two are of similar age, it’s only human nature for Fedor, who feels powerless to make achievements on the battlefield, to develop resentment towards a peer who is constantly praised.

Adelina had been away from Farolis with her husband for a while, and only recently reuniting with the family in Glade County did she realize the imbalance in her eldest son’s mindset.

“How can this be?

As the heir, the future ruler of the vassals of the next generation, he must have tolerance and not be jealous of the fame his future vassals earn…

What does it look like?” Recalling the previous conversation, Eriv realized why he felt that his eldest son’s responses were particularly biased.

“Don’t reprimand him like this, or it will only backfire,” Adelina warned.

“Of course, I understand, young people tend to be rebellious.” Eriv nodded, reassuring his wife.

Knowing that his eldest son has not developed a strong inner self due to long-term stationing behind the lines, it’s not too late to make amends now.

It’s just right, with the complex affairs in Glade County, he can act as a deputy for many administrative tasks, supervising the territory, and establishing his own authority and self-esteem in areas where he excels.

…

……

…On the streets outside Avalon Castle, passersby were peering curiously at the team brought back by the Lord.

The soldiers from Selva were certainly no big deal, as the residents of the land had grown numb to the comings and goings of armies these days.

Most of them only rested a night at the military camp in the south before marching southward, without disturbing the settlers of Avalon.

But today was different.

The bearded “dwarves” in armor, barely reaching the chests of ordinary people, alongside the Lord’s army, caught people’s curiosity.

In the streets and alleys, residents poking their heads out from windows could mostly guess the identities of these people if they had heard folk tales.

Stories about the dwarven craftsmen were not as unknown as those about the Isulan Elves nowadays.

Leon and the others led the way at the front, not particularly hiding the trail of the dwarven mining team behind them.

After all, with dozens of robust dwarves in this group, unless they were all imprisoned in dungeons never to see the light of day, it would be impossible to hide them during their routine activities.

Moreover, forcibly restricting the freedom of these stoutmasters would decrease their goodwill and increase the difficulty of future negotiations.

Regardless of the technical knowledge the Helarnian might possess, even the most ordinary among them were master craftsmen far superior to ordinary humans in smithing skills.

The short grandmasters from a thousand years ago are like walking rare treasures in this world, cherished wherever they go.

Even the royal families of various countries would treat them as honored guests.

Entering the castle, Leon instructed servants to take the large group of “transmigrator” dwarves to rest, then started discussing the discoveries of this trip with the stunned Azeryan.

Compared to the massive mining area mixed with ordinary iron ore and high-quality Black Crystal Iron, as well as this ancient dwarven mining team, the Spiritual Vein Ore turned out to be the smallest gain of this journey.

Of course, the former two were equally hot potatoes for him.

Pondering how to have a detailed discussion with the dwarf leader named Hem tomorrow, Leon asked Azeryan to try to stabilize them for now and immediately headed to the Mage Tower to find Lola for advice.

“…Helarnian.” On the throne, Miss Mage’s face showed a bit of emotion: “They’re really unfortunate; I almost feel sympathy for them.”

“Sympathy?”

Leon raised an eyebrow, surprised by Lola’s statement.

Though he was amazed by the changes over a millennium, could Miss Mage, herself a person from a thousand years ago, have similar thoughts?

“Yes, no harm telling you; it’s no longer a secret nowadays.” Lola leaned on the throne, her slender fingers absent-mindedly playing with her hair.

“Though it’s unclear when they set out precisely, judging by the current state of the world, King Uvgaard of Heraen, a few hundred years after my death, probably gathered the entire tribe to leave this land.

The Heraen mining team you brought back, trapped in a pseudo-spiritual area and having missed the timeline, should be the last batch in this world…

Or who knows, maybe in some corner of the Continent, there are similar remnants.”

What?

Leave this land?

Leon was slightly taken aback.

He had always thought that the fabled dwarves just hid away in some obscure corner of the world for some reason.

So, it’s another wise race leaving as a whole?

Wait a minute.

What’s going on in this world?

The ancient Isulan Elves left.

The Lorelette civilization disappeared.

The Helarn Dwarves also collectively moved away….

Yet this Continent, though not exactly a time of peace and prosperity, still boasts natural beauty, not to the point where people or even dogs would find it unbearable, right?