After the 'pathfinders' entered the Black Forest, the messengers representing the Ansu Royal Family and the Eastern Region finally arrived at Cecil City.
On the White Water River Pier Square, the newly built fast river passenger ship 'Wave Breaker' approached the pier steadily under the guidance of the tractor beam. After the gangplank extended from the side of the ship to the solid concrete deck, Cohen Loren was the first to walk down.
He looked back and saw that the ship, which was a mixture of steel and wood and was driven by some kind of magic mechanism, had quieted down. The flag representing the Cecil family was fluttering above the bow of the ship, and half of the messengers who followed him were walking unsteadily.
Frankly speaking, this strange ship, which was called 'Arcanotech Ship', was actually sailing very smoothly, but it was obvious that many people were still seasick. Looking at the wobbly messengers, Cohen knew that they would not be able to rely on their eloquence to compete with Cecil's people in a short period of time.
He did not know if this was intentionally arranged by the Duke of the Southern Region.
On the pier, Gwen still chose to personally welcome these messengers from the North, who represented the Royal Family and the Eastern Region.
He led some of the government officials to stand at the end of the red carpet and looked at the deputy commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, who had the surname 'Loren', walking towards him with a faint smile on his face.
"I salute you, the great guardian of the Southern Territory, the founder of the kingdom." Cohen Lorren placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly in front of Gawain. "I came to you because of the order of the Moen bloodline. The kingdom needs your strength."
Gwen nodded. This deputy commander of the Knight Regiment, who had the same name as a young mage researcher in the territory, spoke tactfully and cautiously. He used the name 'Moen Bloodline' instead of 'Royal Family', obviously referring to the two 'Moen Princes' of the Captical and the Eastern Region.
It was probably because of this tactfulness and cautiousness that he could become the 'leader' of this special messengers team.
This special emissary team was nominally representing the 'Ansu Royal Family', but in reality, only half of them were from the Sunil Kingdom. The other half were representatives of the Eastern Region. They did not necessarily have any specific duties in the team, but they symbolized their respective factions. The formation of such a nondescript "mixed mission" should be one of the conditions for the temporary truce between the royal family and the Eastern Region, but such a mixed mission could not bear the responsibility of a true messenger.
Cohen Lorren was a member of the Lorren Family in the Eastern Region. However, for the sake of the stability of his family, he had already given up his right to inherit the family many years ago and became a member of the royal family. This special "royal noble" had lived an awkward life in the past, but now that the civil war in the kingdom was temporarily suspended, both sides needed someone with the qualifications to represent them to the Southern Region. This royal noble was once again put to use.
Gwen did not point it out but went along with the topic. "I have received the letter from the elven messenger. It is my duty to contribute to this country."
After a few words of courtesy, he looked at Cohen Lorren and said, "Mr. Vice Captain, this should be the second time we meet."
"Yes, the last time was two years ago when I was the guard of Her Highness Veronica." Cohen Lorren nodded and looked at the bustling scene around the dock square with admiration. "I have to admit, the changes here are shocking. Even if I see it with my own eyes, I would not recognize it."
It seemed that everyone who had visited the Southern Region before would have the same feeling after visiting this place again. Gwen had long been used to this. After a few short words of greeting, he still followed the usual practice and led the emissaries to the Autumn Palace, which was specially used to receive guests. After that, it was the routine reception banquet.
The banquet was not grand. Some of the messengers who were still seasick did not have much of an appetite to enjoy the fine wine and delicacies at the banquet. The others were also tired from the journey and wanted to rest quickly. Therefore, after skipping the formalities, the formal banquet came to an end. The messengers who were only there to serve as the background of the camp were led away to rest by the waiters. Cohen Lorren, on the other hand, requested a private meeting with Gawain as soon as the banquet ended.
In the lounge next to the banquet hall of the Autumn Palace, Cohen sat on a dark red leather sofa with Gwen sitting opposite him.
Amber, who was acting as the "guard on the surface", stood behind Gwen's chair with a serious look on his face.
After a few words of courtesy, Cohen got down to business. "My Lord Duke, more than half of the materials that the elves have requested have been prepared. They will be sent to the Southern Region in the near future, including the consumption of the engineering team and the first batch of magical materials. May I know how the preparation work is going? "
Gwen smiled and said, "While you are busy discussing who to send, my people are already preparing to build a road across the Black Forest."
"… At this point, we are willing to admit that the Captical nobles were short-sighted and prejudiced. Your vigilance against the wasteland was right." Cohen could hear the sarcasm in Gwen's words, but he accepted it calmly. "We know that the kingdom is now facing some problems, big problems, and may even disappoint you. But please believe that most of the nobles are hoping that the situation will develop in a good direction."
Gwen looked at Cohen Lorren quietly for a moment and suddenly asked, "Who are you representing? Is it the Silver Fort? Or the Eastern Region? "
Cohen Lorren met Gwen's gaze and said, "… I'm only representing everyone who hopes for the peace and prosperity of Ansu."
"That's just empty words."
After a short silence, Cohen Lorren suddenly said, "My Lord Duke, I have some private words to say. Please send the others away."
Gwen's face was calm, but Amber, who was standing behind him, could not help but say, "Hey, your request is a bit too much. This place is —"
"It's okay." Gwen raised his hand and interrupted Amber's words. "The others can leave. I'm curious about what the deputy commander of the Knight Regiment wants to say."
Amber pursed her lips and waved to the servants and guards nearby. She then followed everyone out of the lounge.
Two seconds later, she came back in stealth mode and stood next to Gwen. She even made faces at Gwen.
Gwen ignored the half-elf's actions, and Cohen Lorren, who was sitting opposite him, could not see Amber at all. After confirming that there was no one around, the deputy commander reached into his pocket and took out a letter sealed with a magic seal.
"Please forgive me for hiding a little. I don't have any private words. I'm here to pass you a letter."
"A letter?" Gawain was truly surprised this time. He curiously picked up the letter, trying to guess who had written him such a secret letter. Furthermore, this secret letter was clearly kept a secret from the entire emissary group. Before this moment, only Cohen Lorren himself knew of its existence. "The symbol of the royal family …" Gawain muttered to himself.
The seal of the letter was printed with the sword and shield emblem of the royal family of Ansu.
Gwen cast a questioning look at Cohen Lorren. The latter slightly bowed and said, "The person on the throne of the Silver Castle sends his greetings."
At the moment, the person sitting on the throne of the Silver Castle was the nominal crown prince of Ansu, Wales Moen.
This is a little interesting.
Gwen put away his surprise, waved his hand to break the seal on the letter, and took out three neatly folded pieces of paper. Amber, who was standing beside him, immediately turned her head to the side with exaggerated movements, indicating that she would not peek.
"Salute to you, the founder of the kingdom. I'll talk to you as the heir of the Moen bloodline. This should be the first conversation between us. Unfortunately, we are separated by a letter and half a kingdom. I can only choose simple and straightforward language in order to let you understand my attitude and my true intentions as much as possible.
"I know the existence of the Mithril Oath Board.
"I know your qualifications to be the heir."
The beginning of the letter had already surprised Gwen.
He hid his surprise with a calm face and looked up at Cohen Lorren, who was sitting opposite him, but there was no expression on his face. There was no way to judge whether the deputy commander knew the contents of the letter.
Gwen calmed down and lowered his head to continue reading the rest of the letter.
After that, Wales Moen did not continue to discuss Gwen and the other first-generation Grand Dukes' special "emergency qualifications to be the heir." Instead, he talked about the situation of the nobles within the kingdom, about the intricate relationship between the Captical nobles, and about the suppression, spying, balance, and friction between the various fiefdoms.
Wales used two of the three pages of the letter to talk about these things, and it was in these two pages that he described the characteristics of all the nobles in the contemporary Ansu Kingdom, and even explained the general genealogy of these nobles with real power.
Even the best heraldry master, the most erudite aristocratic historian, and the most senior court consultant would find it difficult to fully understand these extremely complicated things, let alone to summarize a set of systems from them and finally condense it into two pages of letter. This required not only extraordinary wisdom, but also a long time of research and observation, as well as a special talent to grasp and combine key information from a large amount of information.
Gawain took a deep breath. Wales Moen couldn't possibly be a mediocre, mediocre member of the royal family like the rumors said.
He saw the end of the letter.
"Duke Cecil, you should have realized that the kingdom that you and your comrades built seven hundred years ago has undergone many changes over the years. Just like how a beautiful and luxurious city is built on a barren plain, the blood of those simple, honest, and honest pioneers has evolved into such a huge and complicated group." You are the leader of the Kingdom of Light. You are the leader of the Kingdom of Light. "
"It's just like the Silver Fortress. It's huge and gorgeous, but under the dome, there are countless dark secret passages and dirty corners. It's also like a ball of thread that has been entangled for a long time. It's extremely difficult to separate even a straight thread from it.
"My brother — you know who I'm talking about — he saw it clearly early on. He tried to unravel, or rather destroy, the ball of thread in his own way, sweeping away the seven hundred years of filth that had accumulated in this kingdom. For that, he did not hesitate to take risks.
"Unfortunately, he is also a part of this ball of string like me.
"Fortunately, you are outside the ball of string.
"Wales Moen, descendant of Charles Moen, pays my respects to you once again."
Gwen looked at every letter on the letter word by word. At the end of the letter, he saw a line of words written in a special font:
"Burn after reading."
As his gaze swept across the letters, the three pages of the letter immediately burst into flames.
Gwen quietly watched the letters burn to ashes. The ashes were then completely broken down into basic elements by the arcane flames that lit up immediately after. Even the most excellent of arcanists could not restore them. Then, he looked at Wales Moen.
"His Highness left the Silver Fortress for twenty years, but there are still a few royal nobles who are loyal to him."
"Do you know what he said in the letter?"
"I don't know. Spying on master's letter is not something Knight would do."
Gwen quietly looked at the deputy leader of the Knight Regiment for a while, then retracted his gaze and said unhurriedly, "When you return, you can report back. Just say that I already know."
Cohen Loren stood up and bowed in the most standard Knight salute. "Yes."
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