Under the new administrative system, the news that the king was about to be crowned soon spread from the west to the north and caused a great uproar in various places.
Unlike in the past, which relied on merchants and boatmen to deliver the news, City hall posted announcements in the most eye-catching places in the cities and arranged for commentators to explain the news. It seemed that they intended to let the common people understand the royal family's decision. With such an official attitude, the news swept through the streets and alleys of the city in just a few days. No matter where one went, one could hear related discussions. It seemed that even the coldness of winter had faded a little.
The "Underground Trumpeter" in the old king's city was no exception. After all, taverns were always a gathering place for hot news. Sitting by the fire, drinking a glass of ale, and talking about rumors that no one knew where, was one of the few ways of entertainment for the common people.
As the new owner of the trumpeter, Black Hammer had been grinning from ear to ear in recent days. After winter, the tavern's business was much quieter. However, after the news of the coronation, the tavern returned to its former liveliness. Seeing that the income was rising, Black Hammer was also in a good mood.
It could be expected that the discussion would continue until His Majesty's coronation was officially completed and the dust settled.
It was a wise decision to ascend the throne during the Months of Demons. If he could see His Majesty in person, he would not hesitate to bend down and sincerely kiss the tip of His Majesty's boots.
After all, there was nothing more lovely than a Golden Dragon in the world.
Of course, as former Rats, the possibility of them being allowed to approach Roland Wimbledon was very small. It would be good enough if they could see Sir Theo.
Black Hammer was quite self-aware about this.
The current Theo was no longer the down-and-out patrol captain or the nameless bodyguard of Prince Roland. Ever since Timothy had failed in his bid for the throne, he had been showing signs of becoming the most powerful man in the old king's city. In the past, Sir Naji, the owner of the tavern, would not even look at a Rat, but now he was sent to a remote place by Theo. Later, during the Black Street clean-up operation, it was also thanks to Theo's advice that they were able to shed their Skeleton Fingers disguise and become official subjects. Incidentally, they also took over the Underground Trumpeter Tavern.
Black Hammer didn't dare to forget this favor of promotion.
He planned to pay a visit to the old king's city with the silver ring, the clay pot, and the little finger. Although it would cost him a lot of gold royals, as long as he maintained his relationship with the old king, he would be able to earn it back sooner or later.
Apart from that, he did not forget what he was supposed to do.
That was to collect information for Sir Theo – whether it was the bragging of a peddler, or the sightings of a traveler on the road, as long as there was something of interest to Sir Theo, he must record it down and report it to the contact.
And now, it was obvious that they needed to pay attention to those potential rebels.
For example, the guest at table 6.
"Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?" A red-faced merchant shouted, "Not only did His Majesty ascend the throne in such a hurry, but His Majesty just announced that he was going to marry a barren witch, and then he received the news that Prince Roland's widow is still alive and has given birth to a son. It doesn't make sense!"
His words were echoed by some people. "I heard that Prince Gerald doesn't like women at all, and there's even a rumor that he had an affair with a young Knight. How could he suddenly have a fiancée?"
"Really?"
"You're not from the king's city, so of course you don't know. Compared with the second and fourth princes, he rarely attends banquets. I can't be wrong about this."
"And think about it," the merchant said again, "His Majesty only said that he would bring the two back to Neverwinter, but he didn't clarify the identity of the posthumous child. Isn't this deliberately leaving controversy and focusing everyone's attention on the right to inherit the throne? Which family does the woman come from, and whether her child has the bloodline of the Wimbledon Family? These are enough to drag on for several years, but no one really cares about the real problem. "
"What... are you trying to say?"
"What do you mean by the real problem?"
"That's the witches!" He gulped down a mouthful of wine. "They secretly controlled His Majesty and created the so-called widow and child to distract our attention, so that they can control Graycastle!"
The audience was in an uproar. "Can witches make people?"
"I tell you, there's nothing they can't make!" the merchant said angrily. "They can even make a stone floating on the water, let alone a person. It's because of these monsters that no one comes to rent my ship now! Of course, I'm afraid it's still impossible to make a flawless person now, so the witches need time. When they completely succeed, the child naturally won't be needed anymore! "
"Hahahaha... I think you've lost your mind. Do you think that His Majesty is the only one in the palace, and he only has a God's Stone of Retaliation with him?" The crowd suddenly laughed, and the tavern was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"You — burp — laugh as much as you want. Silver City's miners have been replaced by witches, and the river is full of Neverwinter's stone ships. Let's see if you can still laugh when it's your turn!" the merchant said with a slurred tongue.
"Well, although the value of this information is not high, it's also a rebellion if you have the intention to rebel..." Black Hammer picked up a charcoal pen and scribbled the characteristics of the other party on a piece of paper, as well as the words "slandering the royal family, malicious to witches", and stuffed it into an inconspicuous slit behind the wine cabinet.
If there was no accident, the police would soon respond, and when the merchant went out, he would probably be caught red-handed. As for whether the other party was plotting a rebellion, it was the task of the interrogators, and had nothing to do with him.
...
At the same time, in the Earl's Mansion in the inner city.
"What do you think of this dress?" Yorko put a high-necked tuxedo made of high-quality fabric in front of his chest and said, "Do I look too muscular?"
The one who answered was Denise Payton, a businesswoman whom he had met in King's City in the Kingdom of Dawn. She lazily leaned against the headboard and pulled up half of the quilt to cover her bare chest. "I've never seen you so enthusiastic even when we were dating. Now, you haven't even received an invitation, and you're already preparing to leave as soon as you hear the news?"
"His Majesty and I have been friends for more than ten years. Why would we need an invitation? That's just for show." Yorko shook his clothes. "You haven't answered my question yet. What do you think of this dress?"
"To be honest, you're pretty much the same no matter what you wear." Denise yawned. "Anyway, it's not your appearance that attracts me. But if you're going to Neverwinter, what about me? "
"Uh," he hesitated. "If you want to have fun, maybe I can introduce you to some good..."
"I'm not interested," Denise interrupted him bluntly. "I prefer to choose my own targets. Besides, I came all the way from the City of Glow to see you. Is this how you treat your guests?"
Yorko knew he was in the wrong, so he sighed and asked, "Then what do you want?"
The businesswoman raised the corner of her mouth. "Take me to Neverwinter. I've long wanted to see what the king who turned the Kingdom of Dawn upside down looks like. "
"Well..."
"Since you've been friends for more than ten years, His Majesty will definitely invite you to his banquet, right?" Denise lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She walked up to Yorko step by step. "When the time comes, you just need to take me with you as your partner. I've accompanied you to so many banquets in the City of Glow. This time, you have to fulfill my little wish, right? " She wrapped her arms around Yorko's neck and put her lips close to his ear. "Don't worry. I know you have someone you really want to see... Not only will I not interfere, but I might even help you."
...
As the news spread, both the commoners and the new local officials became busy.
However, the person at the center of the vortex was completely unaware of it.
A week later, the shallow water gunboat "Roland" arrived at the City of Evernight in the Northern Region.
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