At noon on the second day, Willimne's army finally reached the port city of Renebour, where the captured Viking dragon had already been driven by Captain Jeffrey and his 150 infantry and docked at a berth in the harbor.

William led his army as he approached the city of Renebor and looked around along the walls.

The port city of Lenebor is two miles in circumference and is surrounded by a five-metre-high wall made of boulders and an eight-metre-wide moat on the outside.

There are three gates to the city, including two gates to the north and south, and one to the east that leads to the canal. The canal, which connects the port of Lenebor on the west bank of the Seine with the eastern gate of the city of Lenebor, is the lifeblood of the port city.

William and his army arrived at the gates on the north side of the city of Renebor, where they were greeted by members of the city council leading the town militia.

You may wonder why it is not the noble knights of the county who come to greet the city councillors, since the city of Renebor is the direct city of the Counts.

Cities such as the city of Renebor were inhabited by artisans, craftsmen, petty traders and merchants engaged in all kinds of non-agricultural activities, who were serf tenants who were freedmen and not nobles, who owned their own private property such as shops, workshops, land, and personal freedom.

Although the inhabitants of the city were also occasionally engaged in agricultural production, their livelihood was mainly through handicrafts and trade exchanges, and they organized handicraft guilds and commercial guilds to manage the affairs of their trade.

As the merchants and craftsmen grew stronger, they took an active part in the municipal management of the city, organizing their respective craft guilds and merchant guilds to form the city governing body, the city council or council, and electing the mayor or speaker to govern the city on their behalf.

After they won the right to administer the city through the formation of a city council and a municipal council, they pledged allegiance to the feudal lords of the city, agreeing to pay a certain annual tax to the feudal lord in exchange for the legal autonomy and municipal management of the city.

Cities can be said to be part of the feudal social system, and they are also free from feudal rule, so it can be said that cities are the islands and enclaves of feudal society.

Cities such as Rouen, Caen, Evreux, and Alençon in Normandy, Paris in France, and London in England all have political power structures that are subordinate to the feudal lords and free from the actual rule of the lords, except that the power of self-government varies from large to small.

Of course, if the power of the city exceeds the feudal lord to which it is allegiated, then it will constantly demand more power from the feudal nobility, as if it is never satisfied.

Just as William had come to Evreux, the city councils of Alençon, not satisfied with their self-governing powers, felt that their power surpassed that of Baron Alençon, and launched armed insurrections and rebellions in search of complete independence, both economically and politically.

For now, of course, for the small port city of Renebor, with a population of only 6,000, its economic resources are mainly dependent on port trade and handicrafts, and the military side has only about 300 town militias and a varying number of mercenaries, and these few and death-hungry armies are no match for the Count of Evreux.

It can be said that the city of Renebor, both economically and militarily, is far behind the Count of Evreux, which is why when William summoned the city council of Renebor, they were so enthusiastic to go out to meet William and his army.

"Your Highness William, you are finally here, we have been waiting for your appearance all morning." The wealthy businessman city councilor, who was wearing a gorgeous tight-fitting suit, crossed his hands and rubbed his hands, and said with a flattering expression.

"That's really hard work for you, take the liberty of asking what you should call it." William said with a smile full of aristocratic demeanor.

"It's such an honor that His Royal Highness William actually asked about the little one's name, and the little one is called Victor. Mottley, a textile merchant in the city, was added to the city council. "This man is named Victor. Mottley's city councillor looked flattered and exaggerated, jumped to his feet and shouted with his hands raised.

William couldn't stand this, but he still stiffened his head and looked personable, and said: "Oh, it turned out to be Your Excellency the City Councilor, thank you for what you have done, I may need your help in the future." ”

Victor. Motley's flattered appearance reappeared, and his acting skills were very pompous, and he said, "This is what we should do, His Highness William." Please enter the city with your army, we have prepared barracks and houses for you and your army, ready to move in. Come in, His Highness William. ”

Said Victor. Motley commanded the city militia to brutally disperse the caravans, clearing a wide road to welcome William and his army.

In this regard, William verbally addressed Victor. Councillor Mottley advised him not to do so, but he didn't mean to stop it.

Passing through the city gate, William's vision suddenly opened up, and he was greeted by large and small rivers and ditches surrounding the houses and streets, dense rivers and canals, water alleys and vertical and horizontal scenery.

On both sides of the street are two-storey red brick and bluestone mud houses, usually the first floor is a shop, and the second floor is a residential structure.

William rode across a stone arch bridge and looked down to see the river below lined with boats, either transporting people and goods, or docking nearby for trading.

Calculating the distance in his mind, William found that he had reached the militia camp near the east gate of Renebor in less than a mile and a half.

Victor. Motley instructed the militia to open the camp door for William, returned to William's side and said respectfully: "Your Highness William, the camp has been arranged for you in front, and the soldiers of your crew who arrived yesterday are also in the camp ahead. If you need anything, you can send someone to the city council, and we will serve you as soon as possible. ”

William waved his hand and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Victor City Councilor, we don't have any other needs, just to buy some food and weapon supplies, please arrange some for us." ”

"We're here for you, Your Highness William. I'll contact the Grain Merchant and the Weapons Merchant right away to serve you. "Said Victor. Motley put his right hand on his chest and bowed.

William and Victor. Motley spoke passionately for a while, and then strode into the camp prepared for William by the Renebord City Council.

The camp was very good, with hundreds of neat houses, as well as a large training ground with many standard weapons, which was obviously the barracks used by the city militia.