Gwen did not walk very fast along the way.
Although Rebecca seemed a little anxious along the way, Gwen still arranged the journey according to his own pace. He let the team stop at every town they passed by, and after that, he arranged for the soldiers to disguise themselves as travelers or mercenaries and mix into the crowd to spread the news that "Gwen Cecil, the Founding Duke, has been revived" and "Gwen will be arriving in Saint Sunil soon". At the same time, he would also bribe the local bards and hoodlums to spread a similar but more bizarre version. The funding he received from Viscount Andrew was enough for him to do these things.
Originally, Gwen was still worried that he and Rebecca did not have experience dealing with local tyrants and would encounter difficulties when doing these things. However, he did not expect that Byron Knight would show extraordinary abilities. This middle-aged Knight's strength might not be high among his peers, but his ability to deal with the idle people of society was impressive. Basically, after arriving in a city, it did not take long for him to connect with those 'rats'. Then, before the soldiers spread the news, all kinds of rumors about the Southern Region began to spread at the bottom of society …
Gwen thought of the origin of this Byron Knight. According to Rebecca, Byron was not a proper noble, but used to be a mercenary who traveled the world. He was only accepted by the previous Viscount Cecil after some incident and became a Knight. Now, it seemed that this former mercenary's experience was not wasted.
The other person who helped a lot was not out of Gwen's expectations. Amber was really good at dealing with those hoodlums, and it should be said that she was professional or professional … Gwen gave this half-elf lady some money to bribe those hoodlums, and after she was done, she came back with more money …
This behavior was, of course, strongly condemned by Rebecca, who had a good upbringing. In order to maintain his image in front of future generations, Gwen could only press Amber's head and make her promise to return the stolen money and promise never to do it again.
This made Amber very hurt, as if the value of life had been denied. Gwen felt that it was probably impossible to establish a normal worldview for this disgrace of the elves.
Apart from letting the rumors ferment, Gwen's other purpose was not so easy to say: he needed to understand this world better.
It was not because there was a 700-year gap between the memories in his mind and the current era, but because he was not a person of this world at all. After all, the images seen in the sky could only be used as a map, and the inherited memories lacked enough immersion and flexibility. He realized this after he tried several times to search his memories but failed because he did not understand the corresponding "keywords". So for the current Gwen, the most urgent thing was to understand this world.
The process was smooth.
He saw the poor and backward southern villages of the Ansu Kingdom, the bustling central cities, the mountains and forests, and the fortresses built by humans. All of these were gradually merging with the overlooking map in his mind.
Judging some details, he confirmed that the "latest" overlooking map in his mind should not be too old. It was probably a record left behind about ten years ago. That was the last time he saw it when he was hanging in the sky.
For this slow-paced world, a map from ten years ago was no problem at all.
As for whether there would be any problems in Tanzania Town after leaving the South for so long, Gwen was not as worried as Rebecca. He believed in Heti's ability, and he could basically confirm that Viscount Andrew would fulfill the terms of the deal seriously. It was not that he believed in the character of the viscount, but he believed that benefits could tie the viscount and the Cecil family firmly together. Before leaving the South, he had arranged for Knight Philip to spread all kinds of news. Apart from letting everyone know about Gwen Cecil's resurrection, the news could also make the survivors of Cecil's territory the focus of everyone's attention. It also left Viscount Andrew, who took in those people, with no other choice. He could only continue to take care of those refugees until the day Gwen Cecil returned from the Captical and everything settled down.
No matter how long the journey took, there would be an end to the journey. Two months after leaving the South, the towering walls of Saint Sunil City finally appeared in front of Gwen and the rest.
This was a city built on a plain, and its scale was far from what those poor and backward southern cities could compare to. The white walls and neat bright blue roofs were the biggest characteristics of this city. Therefore, it was also known as the 'White City' and the 'Blue Crown'.
Seven hundred years ago, the founding emperor, Charles the First, led his people to reclaim the land on this plain and build the city. Since then, this city had undergone countless expansions and modifications. The original stone walls were long gone, and only a few commemorative walls were left in the old parts of the city. The brand-new stone walls were ten times larger than the original. The stones used to build the walls were all hard stones from the Rock Ridge in the North and the East. Between the bricks were molten copper and lead. Inside such thick and sturdy walls, there was a crystal blessed by the Earth Element buried every hundred meters to ensure that it would not crack and disintegrate. The level of luxury was something that the ancestors who developed this place could never have imagined even in their dreams.
Gwen stood under the Sunil city wall and looked up at the stone bricks shining under the sun. He realized that there was no corresponding detail in his mind at all.
This city was completely different from the small city in Gwen Cecil's memory.
With legal travel documents and reliable noble identification, Gwen and his group did not encounter any obstacles when entering the city.
The king who ruled the entire Ansu Kingdom, Francis II, was waiting for these visitors from the south in his palace, the Silver Castle. He was waiting for the arrival of a special guest from seven hundred years ago.
In fact, he had been waiting for many, many days, to the point that he was about to have a nervous breakdown.
The old ancestor was too f * cking troublesome. This time, the king said that he would not let him play like this. The secret reports from all over the south and from every town along the way were almost non-stop. The official reports from officials at all levels and the rumors from the people added up to more than a meter high on the table. There were at least a hundred versions of the content, and this did not include the dialect versions. Regardless of which version it was, the main content was about the old ancestor suddenly rising from his coffin and leading his descendants straight to the Captical. However, only this news was sent over day after day. That old ancestor himself …
Why didn't he come?!
After receiving the secret letter from Viscount Andrew, the plan that he had made had long been abandoned. The countermeasures that he had discussed with his trusted advisors had also lost their effectiveness one by one when that ancestor went on a sightseeing tour and swaggering through the city. Now, Gawain Cecil's return was known to everyone. Of course, considering the efficiency of information dissemination in this era, it would be an exaggeration to say that everyone knew about it. But at the very least, all the merchants and small nobles who had the ability to inquire about information would know about it.
So, what Francis II could do was very limited.
Sitting in the Silver Castle, openly receiving the returning legendary grand duke, talking to him openly, and then openly sending the living ancestor away openly.
At the very least, in every aspect that would attract attention, it had to be done openly.
However, Gwen did not intend to let His Majesty off so quickly. Or rather, he had achieved the first half of his goal. Now, he wanted to test the attitude of the king and the attitude of the people around the king. Therefore, he did not let the convoy go directly to the Silver Castle in a low-key manner. Not long after entering the city, he ordered all the soldiers to take out the flag that had been prepared in the carriage.
The flag was painted with the emblem of the Cecil family and the emblem of the sword and shield of the Ansu royal family. The two emblems side by side were the flag that Gwen had restored from his memory, the flag that Gwen Cecil used when he was still the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory.
Even if there were only twelve soldiers, they had to walk in the formation of honor guards.
The Cecil family was indeed weak, but even so, the family that had followed the former king to expand the territory and established the clan with martial arts still retained the last bit of pride. They defended the people and the land and never compromised on the battlefield. Rebecca, who was only seventeen years old and only knew how to cast a fireball, could be said to be the weakest lord of Cecil's generation. She was not good at politics or martial arts, and her brain might have been smashed by a door, but she could lead the last few family soldiers to defend the castle and let the last civilians break out. She relied on the honor that had been passed down to this day.
Therefore, the Cecil family had the poorest fief in the Southern Territory, but they still cultivated the best warriors in the Southern Territory.
Even if there were only a dozen of these warriors left now, it was still the same.
The soldiers raised the flag and rode on their horses in two lines. Looking at the emblem fluttering on the flag, they seemed to be infected and raised their heads high. Behind them, Rebecca and Gwen had also alighted from the carriage and rode on with the soldiers.
Byron was at the front of the line. This mercenary and half-converted Knight tried his best to make himself look like a real noble, so as not to disgrace the family he was loyal to. But Gwen rode to his side and whispered to him, "Relax. Put those manners and rules aside. When we first came here, some people were even carrying woodcutter axes."
At the end of the line, in the carriage that was supposed to be Gwen and Rebecca's carriage, Miss Thief and the little handmaiden Betty who was dozing off were now sitting in it.
"Nobles are really a kind of sick creatures, aren't they?" Amber poked her head out of the carriage and poked Betty's arm. "There's a carriage, but you don't want to sit in it. You must have a hole in your brain."
Betty's head nodded as if she was nodding, but suddenly a small snot bubble appeared.
Amber blinked her eyes as she looked at Betty. Suddenly, she noticed the frying pan that Betty had placed beside her hand, and a mischievous thought popped up in her mind. Displaying her excellent skills as a thief, she quietly approached the frying pan...
Betty suddenly grabbed the frying pan and held it in her arms. She stared at the stunned Amber and said, "No! Master said, this is mine! "
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