Two days later, Roland Wimbledon's fleet arrived at the dock of Redwater City.
Earl Delta, who had already received the news, attached great importance to it. He not only sent people to clean the dock from inside to outside, but also hung silk satin and colored flags in eye-catching places. On the day of arrival, he personally led the crowd out of the city gate and welcomed them in the suburbs. His attitude was much more cordial than when the First Army visited.
As great nobles in the central region, George Nery and Guye Yurian were naturally in the welcoming line.
It had to be said that the new king's extravagance was really eye-catching. It was not the first time that George had seen the steel ship named after Prince Roland, but it was still shocking to see it again after more than half a year. There were many more stone ships neatly lined up behind. The snow-white chimneys blended with the thick smoke, like a row of pillars supporting the sky. When the soldiers in the same uniform filed down the dock, he could not help but feel a surge of envy. If the Rock family also had such an army to serve him, he could even look forward to the throne in the hall of the king's city, let alone Redwater City.
"This fool, I really don't know how he's enlightened," George spat. "Five or six years ago when I was in the King's City, he was obviously the most unbearable one. Not to mention compared to the few eldest sons, even his little sister who was still wet behind the ears looked better than him."
"Doesn't this show that Prince Roland is the one who hides the most?" The Earl of Tririver shrugged. "To be able to stand out in the Borderland and develop to the point where it is today, it's not something a fool can do. Remember to put on a smiling face later and try to show as much enthusiasm as possible. "
"Of course I know," George replied indifferently. "Even if he's really a fool, I'll do my best to fight against a member of the royal family. You don't have to worry about this."
"That's good."
At this moment, a loud bugle sounded from the direction of the dock, and there was a commotion in the crowd. Without looking, it was obvious that the ruler of the Western Region, or the new king of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon, had appeared.
"How are the preparations on your side?" George asked calmly.
"Fifty-one people have already entered," Guye said without turning his head, pretending to be looking forward to His Majesty's arrival. "In two days, the rest can also be arranged to enter."
"It's almost the same on my side." He raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "It seems that there's still plenty of time left. I'm more confident now."
As for Roland's actions after entering Redwater City, he and Gay had discussed many times. The most likely one was to first reach an agreement with Earl Delta, and then announce the news of taking back the enfeoffment power. After all, Redwater City was a big city, and there were many nobles with territories around it, so it would be impossible to settle the battle as quickly as in Willow Town.
Taking into consideration Delta's indecisive nature, this decision would probably cause him to toss and turn for two to three days before he could make a decision. In addition to waiting for the news to spread and the time for the other nobles' emotions to ferment, it would be enough for them to quietly fill the new secret passages with sufficient manpower.
After that, as long as the midnight bell rang, they would rush into the castle together, rendering the snow powder weapons useless. With the absolute advantage in numbers and favorable terrain, Roland Wimbledon would not be able to escape.
"He's here," Gay reminded.
George immediately put on a smile and moved forward. The first row of the line was for the Lord's family members, and the second row was for the great nobles like them.
Earl Delta was accompanying the new king, introducing the greeting with a fawning face. Seeing his round face, which was smiling so widely that his eyes could hardly be seen, and his double chin, which kept shaking, George felt nauseous.
If he remembered correctly, when Timothy had led his army through Redwater City, the lord had also flattered the Second Prince in the same way.
"Your Majesty, this is the Lord of Rock Ridge, Earl George Nery." Earl Delta finally walked in front of him.
"My respects to you, Your Majesty." George put his right hand on his chest, bowed deeply, and said in the most enthusiastic tone, "Rock Ridge is rich in the most mellow taste of tea and fruit wine. If you're willing to come, it would be my honor."
"Really?" Roland's response was a little unexpected. "Where's your territory?"
Shouldn't he show the attitude of a superior that he had received the greeting and would visit when he had time? But he quickly replied, "It's in the east of Redwater City. Walk two miles to the east, and under the first mountain you see is the territory of the Nery Family."
"It sounds like a nice scenery. I hope you can cherish it." The new king patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Cherish it? What does that mean? "
George frowned secretly, but he still maintained the same expression and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Nothing unexpected happened during the greeting. When everyone had met Roland, Earl Delta announced that a grand dinner would be held at the Lakeside Villa that night, and then he ordered the Knight to open the way in front and escort the king into the city.
Everything went as he had planned, or even better. The new king's army did not swarm into Redwater City, but set up camp in the suburban dock area. Roland was accompanied by less than a hundred guards. In this way, after moving into the castle, there were probably only about 20 people who could guard the bedroom at all times.
The result was a foregone conclusion.
But somehow, he felt a little uneasy. The smile on Roland's face did not seem to be a smile for him … But he could not tell the specific meaning of it. He just felt an inexplicable chill lingering in his heart.
George shook his head and suppressed all the distracting thoughts in his mind. "Maybe I was just mistaken." He thought to himself, "Even if Roland has any ideas, they will disappear the moment he enters the castle. When the new king falls into my hands, I might as well talk to him about what happened today."
At that time, he did not need to flatter him, and Roland should not be in the mood to show such a strange smile.
The night came as scheduled.
All the citizens knew that the last prince of the Wimbledon royal family was now in Redwater City, and he was very likely to be the king in charge of the whole Graycastle. Therefore, it was like a festival in the city. The vast inner city was brightly lit, and the Lakeside Villa was even brighter — it had always been a place to entertain distinguished guests. The banquet hall was built on the big lake connected to the Redwater River, supported by dozens of century-old larch trunks, and connected to the shore by a trestle-like corridor. Running water could even be seen in the hall.
In order to please the new king, Earl Delta spared no effort to serve all the seasonal delicacies in the surrounding areas, some of which even George had never seen before.
But his mind was not on the food.
In addition to paying attention to Roland Wimbledon's actions, he also needed to be wary of the nobles who were close to the Lord of Redwater City.
When the new king appeared in the banquet hall, he could not help but frown.
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