Accompanied by a low whistle, the "Roland" steadily docked at the pier. Probably because the ship was named after the chief, when Lorgar walked down the pier, she found that all the people on the pier stopped and raised their right hands in the direction of the big ship.
And the soldiers of the First Army on the ship responded with the same gesture.
It should be a special etiquette.
However, it was different from the etiquette she had seen before. It seemed that neither side was in a lower position. Whether it was saluting or receiving, both sides were equal... This was a little difficult for her to understand. If both sides were of the same status, why did they have to salute? In her opinion, whether it was a kneeling salute or a fist-clenching salute, there had to be one side receiving the salute, so that it could express respect and obedience.
She also noticed that even the children playing by the pier made the same gesture and stuck out their chests. During this process, not a single person's expression was one of humility or unwillingness. Everyone's eyes were filled with joy and vitality. Through this etiquette, they seemed to have completed an indescribable communication.
"This is a military salute." Ashes took the initiative to speak. "At first, I didn't understand why they did this. I thought Roland Wimbledon forced its subjects to do this, but later I found it was not what I thought."
Lorgar raised her eyebrows in surprise. "It has nothing to do with the ship called" Roland "?"
"Yes, as long as a ship carrying the First Army docks, they will raise their hands spontaneously to salute, because it means that another group of family members has returned safely."
"But they don't look like... a family," Princess Andrea said hesitantly. If it was a family member, shouldn't they be more excited? Moreover, the soldiers were mostly men, and there were only a few women on the pier. Did each of them happen to have a brother?
"All the members of the First Army are from Neverwinter, which means that not only most of the residents' families have joined the army, but also many of the neighbors have joined the army. This is completely different from mercenaries and militias, which are forced to work. It's more like a job full of honor. They celebrate the return of other people's children, and others will celebrate the safe arrival of their relatives. This is probably what His Majesty meant by 'the people's army'. "
An army made up entirely of citizens?
The Wolf Girl wore a thoughtful expression and followed the witches into Neverwinter.
The first impression she had of this city, which was known as the new capital of Graycastle, was its tidiness. Other than the endless stream of pedestrians, both the houses and the streets were arranged in a straight line. Even the trees on both sides of the road were the same. This kind of compact arrangement made her feel a little depressed. Although it looked magnificent, it was not as comfortable as in the Iron Sand City.
To her disappointment, there was not much snow in Neverwinter. Even the hard road under her feet was dry. She could only see some residual snow on the branches and roofs.
The hope of traveling to a pure white snow city was dashed.
Of course, this place wasn't without its merits.
Lorgar found that some of the houses along the street had huge plaques with various signs written on them, such as Old Hunter's Leather, Straw House, North Slope Gem Shop and so on. Although many of the horizontal signs were still blank, it was enough to dazzle her eyes.
Moreover, there was a sign at each intersection, which not only marked where each fork led to, but also marked the corresponding street with the name.
For example, the road she was walking on now was Glory Avenue.
The Wolf Girl soon realized that this would be very helpful for strangers who set foot in Neverwinter for the first time. Through these signs, she could quickly remember the general appearance of the city, know where to buy and sell goods, and where to spend the night, so that she could avoid the trouble of asking for help from local snakes or Rats.
When she talked with the traveling merchants who traveled back and forth in the Southernmost Region, what she heard the most were the stories of the pioneers when they first arrived in a new place. The unfamiliar city was always full of hardships and frustrations. When they exposed their identity as outsiders, in a sense, it was equal to putting themselves in a vulnerable position.
Such a small gesture greatly facilitated newcomers. Even she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she saw the road signs, as if the city was welcoming her.
Perhaps because of this, the bustling and busy streets in front of her also seemed natural.
Unfortunately, Lorgar didn't have much time to appreciate this strange city.
Ashes quickly took her into the lord's castle. After waiting in the hall for a while, a guard brought a reply from the King of Graycastle. "Come with me. His Majesty has agreed to see you."
Somehow, Lorgar suddenly felt a little nervous.
She secretly took a deep breath and followed the guard to the third floor. Then, she walked alone into a bright study room.
Behind a mahogany table placed by the French window sat a surprisingly young man. He wore a plain robe, with gray hair trailing over his shoulders. He didn't wear a crown, nor did he wear a ring or ring on his fingers. As he toyed with a quill, he looked at her with interest.
"Is this the great chief who turned the Southernmost Region upside down?"
For a moment, Lorgar couldn't associate the man with the image she had envisioned.
In her mind, a knowledgeable person with extraordinary martial arts concepts should be an elder in his forties, with wrinkles appearing on his forehead and a beard braid that reached his chest. He should also be an elder with a deep gaze. "Even if the northerners don't like to tie their beards into long braids, he shouldn't be so young!"
Only then did she realize that she had forgotten to ask about the great chief while she was inquiring about the powerful warriors in Neverwinter.
After hesitating for a moment, Lorgar decided to salute according to the Mojins' custom.
She flicked her ears, touched her knees, and slowly crouched down. After all, Lorgar had heard that gray hair was a symbol of the royal bloodline of Graycastle.
"You're the Divine Lady of the Wildflame clan, right?" The man didn't deliberately let her salute for too long. As soon as her forehead touched the ground, he said, "Get up, Virtuous Wolf. Welcome to Neverwinter. I'm Roland Wimbledon, the king of Graycastle, and of course, your great chief. "
"Virtuous Wolf?" Lorgar frowned secretly. "What kind of name is this? Is there a difference between a wolf and a virtuous wolf? "
But she quickly stood up as if she hadn't heard the words. "My name is Lorgar Burnflame, Your Majesty. As for the title of Divine Lady... since we're here, it's more appropriate to call her a witch. In addition, my father Guelz Burnflame asked me to pay tribute to you on behalf of the Wildflame clan. May your rule last as long as the oasis. "
But this time she didn't get an immediate response.
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