Although there were only twelve soldiers, although the family name of Cecil had long been away from the political center of the kingdom, and although the last property of the family in the Captical had been taken over by the royal family a hundred years ago, Gwen still entered the city in the most eye-catching way and raised the flag from seven hundred years ago.
That flag was only allowed to be used when Gwen Cecil was still alive. Raising the flag was not so much to show his presence, but to send a message to the current royal family of Ansu.
"The one who entered the city is not the seventeen-year-old Viscount Cecil, but the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory."
Hearing the news reported by the attendant, Francis II immediately understood the meaning of the "ancient". The old king walked to the terrace of the Silver Castle and looked in the direction of the Cecil family entering the city.
He could not see anything from this distance. The city was so many times bigger than it used to be. It was so big that he could not see the edge of the city even from the highest point of the Silver Castle. He wondered if the ancient, who had been sleeping since seven hundred years ago, was surprised when he stepped into the city.
Did he realize that seven hundred years had passed, and everything was no longer the same as before?
The attendant was still waiting for his order. Francis II looked away and looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man. "Receive him according to the standard of receiving a duke, and tell him that I will meet him at noon tomorrow. Please ask the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory to rest in the Silver Castle for a day to ease the fatigue of the journey."
The attendant took the order, but before he was about to leave, Francis II stopped him. "In addition, except for the arrangement of the meeting, try to satisfy all the requests made by Grand Duke Cecil. There must be no mistakes in etiquette."
The attendant retreated, and a handsome young man in fine clothes, with short blond hair and a handsome face, walked up from the side. He had been standing next to a nearby pillar all along. "Father, do you think that the 'resurrected' grand duke is real or fake?"
"This is not important." Francis II looked at his heir. "Although Andrew sent the letter, and although we have a lot of evidence, whether the ancient grand duke is real or not depends on the next development. As for now, I can only say that it is not a farce. The resurrected ancient has given us a big 'surprise.' "
The young man lowered his eyelids and humbly asked for advice. "What do you think of his purpose of coming?"
"Before meeting him, all of his intentions can only be guessed. Judging from the momentum he has created along the way and the rumors that are obviously promoted, he will certainly not reveal his intentions in advance." The old king shook his head. "You can find a chance to contact him and see his attitude, but be careful. We are facing an unprecedented situation. Don't provoke him."
The young man promised and turned and left the room.
Francis II turned around and continued to look in the direction of the city, but he sighed in his heart.
He was still too young. His heir was not very good at hiding his true thoughts. He was too concerned about the ancient who fell from the sky — or rather, crawled out from the ground — so much so that he could see his eagerness at first glance.
However, it was not a big deal anyway. Instead of letting him secretly contact the ancient grand duke, it was better to give him the opportunity.
After seeing the attendant leave the palace on horseback, Francis II nodded and said to the air beside him, "Crow, go and monitor Gwen Cecil's group. Report back if anything happens."
As soon as the old king said that, a veil under the pillar nearby swayed slightly, but no one appeared.
"Also, don't get too close. If that is really a Legend from seven hundred years ago, you will definitely be discovered if you get too close," the old king added.
The veil under the pillar did not move.
…
Gwen and his group entered Saint Sunil from the main gate and rode through the main road in the city. Almost half of the people in the city knew about this, and before they arrived at the White Castle, they met the team sent by the king to welcome them.
The welcoming team was very luxurious and grand. The red carpet was spread from the depths of the White Castle all the way to Gwen's feet. Servants and maids in fancy clothes scattered flower petals along the way, and there were also trumpeters and drummers playing music in two rows. All of this meant that the king had probably prepared for more than a day. However, Gwen was still sure that if he had changed the way he entered the city, or if he had entered the city earlier, the welcome would have been different.
God knew how many plans the king had prepared to deal with this moment.
Although Gwen himself did not have any experience dealing with nobles or royalty, he had a lot of relevant knowledge and experience in his memory. Although Gwen Cecil was from the barbaric era when Ansu was first established, he had also experienced the glorious era of the Kingdom of Gondor. He could not see what Ansu was like seven hundred years later, but he knew what the Kingdom of Gondor was like seven hundred years ago.
The human empire that was at its peak seven hundred years ago was so complicated that the countries on the continent today could not even imagine.
"Please follow me to the White Castle. His Majesty has ordered to prepare the most luxurious rooms and the best food, as well as hot spring water to relieve the fatigue of our distinguished guests. The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow at noon. Please have a good rest tonight. "
A seemingly calm reception official — a nobleman of unknown surname — stood in front of Gwen and said courteously. Gwen turned his head to look at Rebecca beside him, only to find that the silly girl was looking around curiously with her eyes wide open.
Although she had tried her best to remain calm along the way, in front of the White Castle, in the grand welcoming ceremony, this young lady from the countryside was decisively stunned. Her eyes were not enough to take in everything. She did not even know whether to look at the neat and gorgeous guards of honor first, or at the majestic palace in the distance, whose entire outer wall was covered with silver foil.
"I thought the king would be eager to see me." Gwen shrugged and did not dismount. Instead, he looked down at the reception official. "After all, it's not easy to see a person who jumped out of a coffin."
The reception official was slightly stunned. He probably did not expect the legendary grand duke to speak like this, but he quickly adjusted himself. "His Majesty has considered that you are tired from the journey, so the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow."
"Is that so …" Gwen deliberately paused for a long time. When the reception official was about to break out in a cold sweat, he continued. "Then I thank His Majesty for his kindness. But since we're not meeting today, there's no need for me to enter his castle — I'm not used to living in the White Castle. "
The reception official's face changed slightly. "Then you …"
"It's more comfortable to live in my own home." Gwen smiled. "But I don't know if you have demolished No. 4 Crown Street after seven hundred years."
Hearing the words "No. 4 Crown Street," the reception official and several nearby internal court officials could not help but have a slight change of expression. Although Francis II had reminded them, they really did not expect that Gwen's request would be in this direction!
That was the mansion of Gwen Cecil in the Captical seven hundred years ago.
Although Gwen Cecil was the Duke of the Southern Territory and lived in his fief in the south most of the time, like other pioneers of the same period, he also had his own residence in the Captical. It was a mansion built by the founding emperor, Charles I, for every first-generation pioneer Knight, and these mansions were located on Crown Street, the closest street to the White Castle.
Whenever the pioneers went to the Captical from their fief to negotiate, they would live in their own mansions. This was the rule back then.
Now, seven hundred years had passed, and all the pioneers (except for one who had just come back to life) had died, but every mansion on Crown Street still maintained its original appearance, and the royal family was still funding to maintain the continuous renovation and repair work in these seven hundred years to ensure that they could live forever.
In fact, they had become a kind of living fossil, but these living fossils were still lived in. The descendants of the pioneers were still alive and had inherited the legacy of their ancestors.
Except for Cecil's family. Since the birth of the gifted Grumman Cecil, No. 4 Crown Street had been taken over by the royal family for a hundred years.
"No. 4 Crown Street …" the reception officer said hesitantly. "It's still there, but it has been completely renovated many times."
"Oh, that's for sure. After all, it's just a mansion, not as sturdy as a castle." Gwen laughed. "But since it has been renovated, it means that it's well preserved now. It shouldn't be a problem for me to live there, right? "
"Of course …" The reception officer was going to say that he had to ask the king before he could make a decision, but after seeing Gwen's half-smile, he was speechless. "But …"
"I know, it has been taken over by the royal family, right?" Gwen did not want to make things difficult for a man who was just running errands, so he took the initiative to say, "But I heard that no one lives there now. In fact, no one has lived there for a hundred years, right?"
"Yes, after all, the late king left a lot of things there. No one dares to take them away, and no one is qualified to inherit them. So, No. 4 Crown Street is still empty."
Gwen continued to smile. "Since no one inherits it, it shouldn't be a problem for me to go back to my own house for a night, right?"
"Of course." The reception officer remembered the order given to him by the king's attendant and had to nod. "Please wait for a moment, my lord. I'll lead the way."
"No need, I still remember the way to my own house." Gwen waved his hand. "Just go back and tell the king that I'll visit him at the Silver Castle at noon tomorrow."
Then he turned his horse around and patted Rebecca's head before he left. "Silly girl, let's go."
Rebecca was startled. "Eh? Ancestor, we're not staying in the palace today? "
"What's so good about the palace? When I built it, I told Charlie that the soil he chose was not good. As a result, the roof cracked three years after it was built. Let's go, I'll take you to the place where I lived. That's more like home. "
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