Three weeks after the last battle, King Harauth and his 10,000 men and 1,500 guards finally reached the camp on the border.

Earl Greyward breathed a sigh of relief, they had been besieging Agoronburg for several weeks and had no strength to attack.

If His Majesty does not come any longer, it will only be a waste of supplies.

In front of the Svadia camp, the counts' guards were lined up in two rows, holding the banners of their lords aloft.

The nobles stood at the end of the aisle, dressed in their finest and most defensive armor, with ornate ornaments and swords inlaid with gold and silver, and awaited the king's arrival.

The outfits on them are very expensive, and they are all masterpieces. These equipment, like excellent war horses, are things that symbolize the status of nobility, and even if they have to go into debt, the lords must buy them all. Of course, the armor left by the ancestors, if well maintained, can also be used directly, and the reputation is to inherit the glory of the ancestors.

As the leader of the kingdom's largest mercenary team with 600 soldiers in charge of the war, Byron was also given what the nobles called "honor", allowing Byron and several heroes to stand in the guard behind the nobles and welcome the king with them.

While it sounds a bit stingy to use this as a reward for Byron's outstanding performance, that's what Earl Claes and Grayward mean anyway.

Being able to make an impression in front of the king is not an opportunity that can be encountered casually.

Count Claes naturally values Byron with his own selfishness, but at present, it seems that this kind of attention is not bad for Byron, so Byron is also willing to cooperate with him.

In the minds of many nobles, Byron has become half of Count Claes's thug.

Byron and Fatis Aren, two heroes of noble blood, stood not far behind Count Claes, behind the barons, in the same queue as the knights. And judging from Byron's equipment, they are indeed not much different from the knights. So there's nothing out of the ordinary.

Soon, the black lion flag on a red background, symbolizing the kingdom of Swadia and the king, appeared on the other side of the horizon. And with it is accompanied by an army like a dark cloud.

Thousands of heavy cavalry, riding sturdy Swadia horses and holding their spears aloft, marched neatly towards the camp.

The nobles present immediately became serious, and the soldiers also stood up straight and raised the banner of their lord.

The trumpet sounded, from low to high, rising as the king traveled as he advanced, welcoming the arrival of the Supreme Leader of Svadia.

The first to arrive were King Haraus' knightly guards, fifty knights, fully armed with plate armor, and their horses dressed in magnificent horse clothes. Moreover, they were of noble birth, and all of them were knightly ordained, and two of them had even inherited the title of baron.

They marched through the avenue of soldiers, two of them holding their spears aloof, and at each distance two soldiers stopped, standing on either side of the avenue, raising their coloured silk hardwood rifles.

King Harauth and his entourage, escorted by these soldiers, crossed the road and came with his son, Prince Harauu, to the counts.

Byron saw King Harlaus' equipment, dressed in gilded plate cuirass, among his precious gold-textured robes. He had no helmet on his head, but wore a simple but precious crown encrusted with a ruby and six brilliant diamonds.

When there were no ceremonies within the kingdom and there was no need to bring the large crown set with gems inherited from the ancient Calard Empire, the golden crown represented the king's authority.

And on the king's shoulders, a thick cloak of red velvet was draped, on which the motif of a lion was tattooed with black lines.

King Harlaus looks like he did in the game, he is a little old, and his hair is starting to turn gray. His countenance was resolute, his facial features were upright, and his cloudy pupils hid indescribable sharpness and greed. Because of his enthusiasm for war and military training, his physical condition is better than that of ordinary people, but it is not as good as that of a knight of young strength.

When his horses stopped, the sound of the trumpet stopped, the soldiers withdrew their flags, and the nobles saluted him en masse.

Byron felt a little fear in this somewhat aged king, which is characteristic of a true ruler, not angry but arrogant.

"On behalf of the royal family, I would like to thank you for your efforts, the kings of Swadia."

After saying this, King Haraus, with the help of his own son, dismounted from his horse and stepped on a small red round bench before stepping on the ground.

The king motioned for the nobles to rise, and then looked around and pondered.

"You are all loyal servants of the kingdom!"

King Harauth turned around as he spoke, so that all the nobles in the vicinity could see him as he spoke.

"You have fulfilled your glorious oath and gathered here at my call to participate in this glorious battle. With the help of all the Swadia warriors, we will win the final victory. At that time, I will share with you the land and wealth of Rhodok! ”

King Haraus's face immediately darkened when he said these words very generously.

"By that time, those who question my orders and despise my royal power will know who the real fools are!"

Obviously, King Harlaus's words were very pertinent, and his eyes were always on the banners of the lords represented by the Count of Sweden.

Then he regained his old expression, smiled, and chatted with the counts, asking them about their recent situation and the condition of their families, without mentioning the most crucial battle of the moment.

Byron was a little speechless, and a little surprised. He deserves the Best Actor award to these monarchs in Scadia, who are duplicitous and have no ordinary means of hiding knives in their smiles. At least King Harlaus is very accomplished in this area.

Byron had heard that the king had watched one morning as thirty of his opponents were beheaded or put on the gallows, and watched as the executioners squeezed the blood out of the corpses and showed them to all the onlookers.

In the afternoon, he would still put on a kind and friendly face to attend the banquet, not only did he eat and drink without any psychological barriers, but he also shamelessly publicly declared that he was a benevolent monarch.

In this regard, Byron should really learn from His Majesty King Harlaus, no one in power is really clean, and if he wants to keep this position, he must use the corresponding means.