The reinforcements that the pioneers had been looking forward to for more than a month had finally arrived.
Earlier on this day, a fast boat came down from upstream and stopped at the sawmill in the west. The messenger that came down from the boat then communicated with the soldiers stationed at the sawmill and informed them that the team from the Captical was about to arrive. The soldiers then rode on fast horses and sent the news to the camp. Gwen immediately stopped what he was doing and went to the camp's dock to prepare for the arrival.
This dock was built on the foundation of a temporary dock. Although it had not reached the standard of long-term use, it already had a wider plank road and a sturdier structure. On its west side was the sawmill, and on its east side was a large open space in preparation for future expansion. Now, there were quite a lot of people standing on the open space. Everyone was curious about what the team from the Captical looked like. Almost half of the people in the camp had gathered there.
Gwen did not stop all of this. On the contrary, he allowed it. The reinforcements from Saint Sunil City had a great effect on calming the hearts of the people in the territory. Furthermore, in this place that lacked all kinds of entertainment, the boring work itself would accumulate pressure. Something new happening in the territory was one of the most effective ways to increase the vitality of the people.
Amber stood on the plank road at the dock, stood on her tiptoes and looked in the direction of the White Water River upstream. Her body swayed back and forth, and after waiting for a while, she could not help but say, "Why aren't they here yet? I feel like I'm going to grow a spider web soon."
"How fast are those spiders?" Gwen rolled his eyes at the girl. "You just arrived, and you've only been standing there for less than fifteen minutes, okay?"
"Hey hey, what do you think the people from the Captical look like?"
"Don't force yourself to look like a country bumpkin. Have you never been to the Captical?"
"Tsk, it's so boring talking to you." Amber pouted, but after a few seconds, she started to complain again. "Hey hey, have you heard? The person leading the team this time seems to be very special …"
"Veronica, the only daughter of Francis II, the 'Saintess Princess' who converted to the God of Holy Light two years ago." Gwen was expressionless. "Hmm, it's a little out of my expectations. I didn't expect this princess, who is said to stay in the Church of Holy Light all year round and never participate in any political activities, to come out and personally lead the team … Tsk, too bad I don't know her, so I can't guess anything.."
Amber snorted disdainfully. "Tsk, you nobles are just too scheming. You have to analyze everything to make it seem like a conspiracy. You can't wait for someone to fart without a cause and effect."
Heti, who was standing behind Gwen, immediately frowned. "Vulgar, no progress."
Amber's eyes widened. She was about to argue with Heti, but Gwen suddenly raised his hand. "Save it, they're here."
On the riverbank, which was blocked by the trees, a shadow of a sail passed through the trees and appeared on the surface of the White Water River.
A beautiful white ship and several small and medium-sized fast boats, which looked like escorts, were sailing down the river.
The big ship had an obvious royal emblem of Ansu, and its appearance was consistent with the situation reported by the messenger. There was no doubt that it was the ship.
At the same time, the people on White Oak also saw the camp vaguely appearing on the bank in the distance.
The craftsmen and apprentices had been bored in the cabin for many days, and their patience had already reached the limit. They had been looking forward to docking for a long time, so when they heard the news of their destination approaching, they were naturally very excited. Many people poured out from under the deck and crowded to the side of the ship to look into the distance. A large, neat, brand-new camp appeared in everyone's sight.
The scale of the camp was far larger than they had imagined, and the degree of neatness was also surprising.
The people on the ship couldn't help but whisper to each other. They knew what had happened in Cecil's territory, and they also knew that the construction of the land had just started more than a month ago, and there were only a total of 800 refugees involved in the construction. With the speed of construction that the people of this era were familiar with, it was already an incredible progress for them to be able to set up a mess of tents and fences in such a short period of time with so few people. As for the campsite at the lower reaches …
It didn't look like it could be built in such a short time!
They even saw a beautiful wooden pier next to the camp, and there were even many wooden houses in the camp!
Veronica was also standing on the deck, but on the upper deck at the bow. The craftsmen, apprentices, and vulgar sailors were not allowed to come close to this place. Standing beside her was an average-looking short-haired woman in a white priest's robe, and a middle-aged man in a silk coat with the royal Knight's emblem on his chest.
Unlike the people who only knew how to gather and exclaim, Veronica just quietly looked at Cecil's land in the distance. Her pair of shining eyes could see more, farther, and clearer things.
She could clearly see that on the north side of the camp, on the south bank of the Whitewater River, there were countless daunting things lined up.
After Veronica used the holy light to enhance her eyesight, she took a closer look. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. Even her usually calm mind that was bathed in holy light could not help but fluctuate uncontrollably. It even almost affected her facial expression.
Those were countless blood-red skeletons that looked like the remains of giants. They were piled up like mountains by the river bank, and some of the huge skeletons were lined up hundreds of meters away along the river. Hazy black and red smoke drifted out from the skeletons, and the skeletons themselves seemed to be disintegrating at every moment. With just a glance, she could see that several of the skeletons that were propped up were severely damaged and weathered, as if they would turn into dust at any time.
Obviously, those skeletons were deliberately placed there, like trophies to show off their battle achievements.
Veronica controlled her emotions well, but the middle-aged man next to her did not suppress his surprise. The guard with the Knight's emblem noticed the skeletons beside the camp and whispered a few spells in a low voice. Then, a layer of arcane energy appeared in his eyes. He glanced in the direction of the camp with Eagle's Eye and could not help but exclaim, "In the name of the king! What kind of monster are those bones?! "
"More than two months ago, Duke Gwen Cecil warned my father that the aberrations of the demonic wave had reappeared in the world. However, in my opinion, this warning did not attract enough attention," Veronica said faintly. Her voice had a kind of sacred rhythm, as if she was estranged from the world. "There is no doubt that these monsters are real, and the ancient hero has defeated them again."
The middle-aged man said in a serious tone, "This matter must be reported to His Majesty!"
"Yes, Deputy Commander Cohen," Veronica said quietly. "But this will make the situation even more difficult."
"You mean the east …" The deputy commander of the Knight's Regiment, called Cohen, hesitated. In the end, he could only sigh. "Natural disaster and man-made disaster."
The White Oak had finally docked.
Gwen watched the beautiful white ship decelerate steadily. Its sails had been completely retracted, and some unnatural waves with magical reactions surged on both sides of the hull, pushing the ship precisely to the front of the dock. Many people stood on the deck, looking curiously in the direction of the camp. A few sailors came out from behind the crowd, pushed out a gangplank, and placed it between the deck and the dock's trestle.
The crowd on the ship retreated to both sides. A group of soldiers ran down the gangplank and stood on the trestle in two rows. Then, three people appeared on the deck. One was an expressionless woman in a priest's robe, the other was a middle-aged man in the officer's uniform of the Kingdom's Knight's Regiment, but he looked elegant and did not look like a general. Between the two of them was a young lady in a plain white robe, with long blonde hair, a gentle and quiet appearance, and an impressive temperament.
Gwen could tell at a glance that the woman standing in the middle was the legendary Saintess Princess Veronica — because he had seen her portrait at the Captical …
"Damn, she's so beautiful." Amber could not help but whisper. "She looks even more beautiful in person than in the portrait … What did she eat growing up …"
As she whispered, she glanced at Gwen, but she saw that Gwen's eyes did not linger on the inhumanly beautiful Saintess Princess at all. Instead, he was staring at the plain-looking woman beside the princess. She did not understand. "Hey, hey, hey — what are you looking at? Could it be … Is there something wrong with your aesthetic? "
Gwen suddenly woke up and looked at Amber in confusion. "Aesthetic? What aesthetic? "
"There's an inhumanly beautiful princess over there. Why don't you look at her? Why do you keep staring at the woman beside her?"
Gwen casually brushed it off. "Don't be ridiculous. She looks a little like someone I knew when I was alive, so I'm looking at her a little more."
As they spoke, the three people who had disembarked from the ship had already walked to the flat ground. Gawain decisively ended his conversation with Amber and stepped forward to welcome them. "Welcome, welcome. Your arrival is the best news we've had in a while."
"It's my great honor to meet the legendary heroes of 700 years ago." Veronica bowed her head slightly. Her unique ethereal and holy temperament and the indistinct, inhuman rhythm in her voice stunned Gwen for a moment, but he soon recovered.
Then, Veronica smiled. "Should I talk to you like an elder?"
With this sentence, the strange temperament that she had inadvertently revealed quickly disappeared, and her whole person became more "alive".
"Don't worry about etiquette. Talking to an old guy like me who crawled out of the grave, if you really want to talk about etiquette, both of us will be at a loss." Gwen was now very used to his identity as the "ancestor who uncovered the coffin and rose from the grave". He quickly brought the atmosphere back to his familiar rhythm. "Let's talk as equals. Let everyone on the ship go ashore to rest first. Although there's nothing too good here, standing on the flat ground is more comfortable than standing on the ship. Then I'll show you around the camp …"
As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at the ordinary-looking short-haired woman beside Veronica.
The "acquaintance" he told Amber before was, of course, a lie.
Because he could not explain the real situation to anyone.
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