Did Gwen know about Melita? Miss Pânia must be nearby. As a Giant Dragon who was responsible for observing the situation on the continent, how could she leave her post on the eve of such a historic event?
After ending the call, Gwen did not leave the study but waited quietly behind his desk. He spread out his spirit and used his keen senses to collect the noises around him. The servants were walking around in the nearby rooms. They were probably preparing the costumes and decorations for the coronation ceremony. The footsteps of military boots came from downstairs. That should be the last defense deployment before the ceremony. There were some very faint noises coming from the direction of the garden outside the castle. Those were probably the noises made by Rebecca.
For today's ceremony, Heti, Rebecca, and several officials from the Government Office had rushed from Cecil City to the old the Captical yesterday. After all, this was the moment that symbolized the official establishment of the Empire. They had to come. In order to ensure that the Southern Territory would not go wrong, Gwen arranged for a group of reliable department heads and deputies to keep the Government Office running. He also ordered Solderlin to return to the South to assist in maintaining the security and defense of the Southern Territory.
As Gwen? Solderlin was Cecil's friend from 700 years ago. The high-ranking ranger did not regret that he had to be absent from this grand event. On the contrary, he gladly accepted the order. For an elf, attending a large-scale human ceremony was really a torment. Solderlin was very happy to have a reason to stay away from the scene and get credit for it.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. A servant reported that the senior agent of the Mithril Vault had arrived.
"It looks like there's going to be a grand event today." The lady agent with a veil over her face and a long dress appeared in front of Gwen. Her curved eyes were smiling. "The city has been decorated. Almost everyone is eagerly discussing the upcoming coronation ceremony. Whether it's sincere or not, I saw hundreds of nobles gathered in the auditorium of the Silver Castle. They looked up at Cecil's emblem and were moved to tears."
"It doesn't matter to me whether they're moved or not. They just need to cooperate during the signing," Gwen said casually. "Many people have died on Crow Terrace. I don't plan to get another group of people to decorate the street lamps."
"Don't be so harsh on them. They're already trying their best to comply with your orders." Melita smiled and came to the desk. "So, what about the things you want to keep?"
Gwen picked up the newly completed manuscript, but before handing it to Melita, he asked, "Can the Mithril Vault preserve everything and deal with it strictly according to all the requirements of the employer?"
"'Everything' is a very exaggerated word. Even a Giant Dragon can't preserve everything in the world. But if you consider the level of human development, you can think that we have the ability to preserve everything you give us, and we also have the ability to deal with it according to your requirements."
"Then, can you keep this knowledge safe and spread it out when the time comes that I request?"
Melita's expression under the veil seemed to freeze for a moment. She noticed that Gwen used a very special word. She could not help but whisper, "Disseminate … that's a very interesting request. But I think you can rest assured — as long as the price is right, we don't mind starting a new business. And in theory, the long lifespan and high intelligence of Dragons are enough for us to fulfill your requirements. Even if you ask us to spread a certain kind of knowledge to the whole continent, it may not take the time of a young Giant Dragon to complete the adult patrol. "
Then she paused and continued, "But considering the special nature of this commission, I need to confirm the specific content of the knowledge you hand over before giving you a quote. But please rest assured, with the status and identity you're about to gain, the price is absolutely fair. "
Gwen nodded. Then he glanced at the manuscript in his hand again. There was a look of hesitation on his face as if it was something worth struggling with. After a full minute, he took a light breath and handed the manuscript to Melita. "This is all the content."
"All? This is less than I thought … I thought you would give me a library … "Melita took the manuscript and flipped through the first few pages. Before she could read the content in detail, she raised her eyebrows." It seems to be about the operation of society? "
"You can take some time to read it carefully and quote after the coronation ceremony," Gwen said. "We'll talk about the specific content of the commission then."
Melita's tone rose. "Oh? Then I'll have to take a good look … "
…
On the first floor of the castle, in the hall of the auditorium, the etiquette officers were nervously confirming all the links. The attendants and guards of honor were confirming what they had to do over and over again. A gray-haired palace consultant was checking the long list in his hand, his forehead slightly glistening with sweat.
Heti, who had finished a rehearsal of the ceremony, noticed the consultant's nervousness and could not help but come forward to comfort him. "Mr. Brendon, please relax — all the procedures are fine."
"Ah, Your Excellency the Great Governor! Thank you for your concern, but I dare not relax. "The palace consultant looked at Heti, saluted, and said with a serious face." I've been a palace scholar for most of my life, and I know all the etiquette rules like the back of my hand. But now I have a new set of procedures in my hands. Not only has His Majesty canceled the kneeling and kissing ceremony, but he has also canceled the crown, and added salutes, marching phalanxes, and new military music. I dare not let these things go wrong, or it will bring shame to my family's reputation. "
Heti smiled and shook her head gently. "No one will be ashamed today. Today is a day of glory."
She turned around, looked up, and stared at the end of the hall, at the dark blue cloth hanging on the wall from the high dome to the ground. Pale golden silk threads depicted the emblem of a sword and a plough on the cloth, which reminded her of the meaning behind the emblem: guarding and pioneering, using weapons to build a human habitat in the Dark Age, and using hard work to multiply the earth.
It was as if it was only yesterday that this glorious emblem was still hanging in the ruined castle of the Cecil Family. Their territory had withered, and their family was at the end of their road. She and Rebecca struggled to maintain the livelihood of their territory. Other than reliving their glory by reading the moldy old books, she didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like to have all the lights in the old castle.
At that time, how could she dare to imagine that the emblem would be hung on the wall of the Silver Castle one day?
The sound of footsteps came from behind. Heidi turned her head and saw Victoria, who was wearing a white court dress with her long silver hair tied up high. The Duchess of the Northern Region nodded to her and said, "Miss Heidi, you look radiant today."
It was a rather old-fashioned greeting and courtesy, but considering the cold face of the Duchess of the Northern Region, people familiar with her knew that it was the greatest warmth and kindness she could show. Heti smiled. "You look the same, as beautiful as the snow in winter."
"Today is a big day," Victoria said indifferently. "Duke Bodwin and I will make sure everything goes smoothly."
Heti glanced around the hall. In addition to the team from the Southern Region, there were many unfamiliar faces: the existing nobles of the Captical, the selected representatives of the church, the Knight, and various other people.
The two Dukes, Victoria and Bodwin, who were familiar with the environment, were in charge of maintaining order.
"I hope these people can open their eyes today," Heti said softly. "It's better to sign than to be hanged."
"They will." Victoria's cold voice came from the side. "Those who don't sign … won't appear here."
In the corner of the hall, Bodwin? Duke Franklin took out a mechanical watch from his pocket and looked at the scale on it.
"It's almost time."
…
It was almost time.
At the edge of the spacious square outside the Silver Castle, countless citizens, merchants, and even ordinary people from the outer city had gathered. In the several viewing areas separated by the castle guards and Cecil's combat troops, there were so many people that it was almost airtight.
The areas that allowed people to stand in the square were already full, and the open areas near the Silver Castle were guarded by soldiers. Countless people who could not get a good spot could only gather further away. They climbed onto the roofs at the edge of the square and even the nearby towers, street lamps, and flagpoles. As a result, the patrolling soldiers had no choice but to approach the crowd again and again and use Amplification Magic to chase down those who were in too dangerous positions.
Those who lived near the square benefited greatly that day. They even rented out their windowsills and roofs at a high price, and there were surprisingly many people who were willing to spend money. In almost half a day, all the good spots were snatched up …
The giant sun gradually rose. The mages cast spells in advance to disperse the clouds near Saint Sunil, and the bright sunlight began to spread across the city. The crowd gathered around the square swayed, and countless pairs of eyes looked in the direction of the Silver Castle. Finally, a few loud shouts came from the front of the crowd.
"Someone's coming out!" "There's someone on the balcony on the second floor!" "The gate is open too!"
Along with the sound of heavy iron chains rolling, the gate of the Silver Castle slowly opened halfway. A troop of cavalry marched out of the gate. The valiant soldiers were wearing new magical armor. Their armor was bright and shiny, and their flags were bright. A long red carpet extended out of the castle all the way to the end of the suspension bridge.
The crowd in the square suddenly became restless. Everyone stretched their necks and stared in the direction of the gate of the castle. According to the traditional etiquette, the king would soon appear from that gate and accept the kneeling of his subjects. Then, the ceremonial officer and the Duke Regent would appear to announce the legitimacy of the king and the transfer of royal power. For many civilians, this was almost the only chance in their lives to see a member of the royal family. It was worth bragging about for half a year when they returned.
However, the people did not see the king appear in the castle. They only saw a troop of Knight standing at the gate, blocking the path to the inner courtyard from the main gate of the castle. Before the confusion gradually spread among the crowd, a powerful voice suddenly came from above and spread throughout the square with the help of Amplification Magic.
"Attention! First Infantry Squad, move out! "
Many people were startled by the sudden sound, and the crowd around the square became slightly restless. Then, another strange sound came into their ears. At first, it sounded like the sound of stones being turned over, neat and rhythmic, but soon the sound became louder and louder, even shaking people's nerves like the beat of a drum.
The people finally saw the source of the sound.
It was the soldiers. The fully armed soldiers were lined up in a square formation.
The people stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and looked at the scene in the square in bewilderment. They saw row after row of soldiers appearing in neat formation. Every soldier was wearing the same armor and holding the same equipment, as if they were made from the same mold. They saw the commander at the front holding a sharp sword, the soldiers in the first row holding the flag, and the rest of the soldiers marching in so neat that it was shocking. That neat and rhythmic sound was actually the sound of their boots hitting the ground!
Having gotten used to the free and undisciplined private armies of nobles and the varied equipment of the Royal Army under the system of 'providing one's own weapons', the sight before their eyes was inconceivable to everyone in the square, even to the point of being bizarre and frightening. It was merely the arrangement of men, and they could actually do that?
At the same time when the infantry squad appeared, some of the sharp-eyed people finally saw some movement at the gate of the castle.
The knights stepped back to the sides in an orderly manner, and the gate leading to the castle courtyard was completely opened. A gigantic object that was emitting a faint light slowly poked its head out of the gate.
After a moment, the people could see clearly what it was.
It was a huge skull that was moving forward, and it sent chills down their spines.
It was placed on a large vehicle that was powered by magic. The skull almost covered the entire vehicle. The crystalline surface of the skull glowed faintly, and the empty eye sockets seemed to hide a powerful soul. The people could not imagine what kind of powerful creature left this huge skull behind. But just by looking at its pale surface, everyone felt a sense of shock and awe from the bottom of their hearts. But this powerful creature was already dead. What appeared here was only a skull.
Gwen's figure stood on top of the skull. He stood on a platform made of steel that was nailed through the skull. He was wearing a solemn black robe. There was no crown on his head, but he held a longsword in his hand. A diamond brooch was pinned on his chest, and the brooch shone brightly under the sunlight of the huge sun.
On both sides of the steel platform, there were two metal structures that looked like wings. Cloth with the insignia of a sword and a plough hung from the top of the wings until it was close to the ground.
The huge skull moved to the front of the suspension bridge and stopped there steadily. Several escort chariots followed behind and lined up on both sides of the skull.
Gwen looked down at the square on the other side of the suspension bridge, and the infantry squad arrived in front of him almost at the same time.
A loud voice rang in the square.
"Halt!"
The infantry squad stopped instantly, and there was only the sound of military boots stepping on the ground.
"Draw your swords!"
Countless fused swords were drawn at the same time. The blades were pointed forward and lined up neatly on the left side of every soldier.
"Light up the blades —"
"Salute His Majesty!"
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