Gawain knows, that Melita?? Miss Pernia must have been nearby—how could she leave her post on the eve of such a historic event, as a dragon tasked with observing the situation on the continent?

After finishing contact, Gawain did not leave the study, but waited quietly behind his desk, his spirit spreading, his keen sense gathering the sounds of the vicinity: the attendants were walking around the nearby room, they were supposed to be preparing the dresses and decorations needed for the coronation; The sound of boots stomping on the ground came from downstairs, and it was supposed to be the last defensive movement of the guards before the ceremony began; There was some very faint noise coming from the direction of the garden outside the castle, presumably Rebecca's movement......

For today's ceremony, Hetty, Rebecca, and several officials of the government department rushed from Cecil City to the old royal capital yesterday, after all, this is the moment that symbolizes the official establishment of the empire, they can't come or not, and in order to ensure that there are no accidents in the south, Gawain not only arranged a group of reliable department heads and deputies to maintain the operation of the government department, but also ordered Thorderlin to return to the south to help maintain law and order and defense in the south.

As Gawain?? Cecil's friend from seven hundred years ago, the high-ranking ranger did not regret that he had to be absent from this great event, on the contrary, he gladly accepted the order - for an elf to participate in the great human rituals is really a torture thing, to have a reason to stay away from the scene, and to get a share of the credit, Thordrlin is really happy.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and the attendant informed that the senior agent of the Mithril Treasury had arrived.

"Looks like there's going to be a great event today," said the veiled-clad Lady in a long skirt before Gawain, her eyes crooked with a smile, "the city has been decorated everywhere, and almost everyone is eagerly discussing the upcoming coronation, whether it is sincere or not—I saw hundreds of nobles gathered in the Great Hall of the Silver Castle, looking up at Cecil's emblem, and weeping with emotion. ”

"It doesn't matter to me whether they are moved or not, as long as they actively cooperate when they sign," Gawain said casually, "There are already a lot of dead people on the Raven Terrace, and I don't plan to pull another group of people to decorate the street lamps." ”

"Don't be so them, they're already trying to cooperate with your decree," Melita smiled and came to her desk, "So, what about what you want to keep?" ”

Gawain picked up the manuscript he had just completed, but asked before handing it to Melita, "Is it possible to keep everything in the Mithril Treasury and handle the storage strictly according to all the requirements of the employer?" ”

"'Everything' is an exaggeration, even dragons can't keep everything in the world, but given the level of human development, you can really think that we are capable of keeping all the things you give us, and we are capable of handling them as you ask."

"Will you then be able to keep the knowledge and spread it when the time I have asked for it?"

Melita's expression under the veil seemed to freeze for a moment, and she noticed that Gawain used a very special word, and couldn't help but whisper: "Spread...... That's an interesting request. But I think you can rest assured - we don't mind starting new business as long as the price is right, and theoretically, the dragons' long lifespan and high intelligence are enough for us to do what you want, and even if you ask us to spread some kind of knowledge across the continent, it may not take a young dragon to complete a grown-up parade. ”

Then she paused and continued: "But considering the special nature of this commission, I need to confirm the specific content of the knowledge you delivered before giving you a quote. But rest assured, with the status and status you're about to get, the price is absolutely fair. ”

Gawain nodded, then he glanced at the manuscript in his hand again, and his face was a little thoughtful and hesitant, as if it was something worth tangling with, and after a full minute, he took a light breath and handed the manuscript to Melita: "That's all there is to it. ”

"All? That's less than I thought...... I thought you'd give me a library......" Melita took the manuscript and casually flipped through its first few pages, raising an eyebrow before she could read its contents, "It seems to be about how society works?" ”

"You can take a moment to take a look at it and make an offer after the coronation," Gawain said, "and we'll talk about the details of the commission at that time." ”

Melita's tone rose, "Oh? Then I'm going to have to take a good look at ......."

……

On the first floor of the castle, in the hall of the Great Hall, the ceremonial officers were nervously checking all the links, the attendants and honor guards were confirming what they were going to do over and over again, and a gray-haired court advisor checked the long list in his hand, and a slight bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Hetty, who had already completed a rehearsal for the ceremony, noticed the advisor's nervousness and couldn't help but step forward to comfort: "Mr. Brendon, please relax—all the processes are no longer in question." ”

"Ah, Your Excellency the Archon! Thank you for your concern, but I don't dare to relax," the court advisor said with a serious face after seeing Hetty, saluting, "I have been a court scholar for most of my life, and I know all the etiquette norms well, but now I have a new set of procedures in my hands, Your Majesty has not only canceled the kneeling and kissing of the subjects, but even canceled the crown, and added a salute, a marching phalanx, and a new military music - I dare not let these things go wrong in the slightest, which will disgrace my family's reputation." ”

Hetty smiled and shook her head slightly: "No one will be disgraced today, today is a glorious day." ”

She turned, raised her head, and looked at the end of the hall, at the dark blue curtain that hung from the high dome hanging from the wall—the pale gold thread depicted the emblem of the sword and the ploughshare, and one could not help but think of the meaning behind the emblem: guarding and pioneering, laying down a human habitat in the dark ages with swords, and thriving on the earth with industriousness.

As if it were yesterday, the emblem of glory still hung in the dilapidated old castle of the Cecil family, the territory withered, the family was at the end of the road, and she and Rebecca struggled to make ends meet, except for the old books that smelled musty and could relive the glory, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have all the lights on in the old castle.

At that time, how dare she think that this emblem would one day be hung on the wall of the Silver Castle?

Footsteps came from behind her, and Hetty turned her head to see Victoria in a white court dress with her long silver hair pulled up high, and the Duchess of the North nodded to her: "Lady Hetty, you are radiant today." ”

It was quite a cliché greeting and courtesy, but considering the cold face of the Duchess of the North, those who knew it were already the greatest warmth and kindness she could show, and Hetty smiled: "You are the same, as beautiful as snow and ice in winter." ”

"Today is a big day," Victoria said indifferently, "and Duke Bardwin and I will make sure everything runs smoothly." ”

Hettie glanced around the hall, and in addition to the ranks from the South, there were many faces she was unfamiliar with: the nobles of the royal capital, the elected representatives of the Church, the knights, and all sorts of other figures.

Maintaining this order were naturally the two Grand Dukes Victoria and Patrick who were familiar with the environment.

"I hope these people will keep their eyes open today," Hetty said softly, "and it's better to sign than to hang." ”

"They will," Victoria's cold voice came from the side, "the ones who don't sign...... It won't be here. ”

A corner of the hall, Bai Dewen?? The Duke of Franklin took the mechanical watch from his bosom and glanced at the scale on it.

"It's almost time."

……

It's almost time.

Countless citizens, merchants, and even ordinary people from the outer city had gathered on the edge of the wide square outside the Silver Castle, and the crowd was almost impenetrable in the several viewing areas separated by the castle guards and Cecil's combatants.

The area of the square where people were allowed to stand was already full, and the open area near the Silver Fort was guarded by soldiers, and countless people who had not been able to get a good position had to gather farther away, climbing the rooftops at the edge of the square, and even climbing to the nearby towers, street lamps, and flagpoles, so that the soldiers patrolling the outer area had to approach the crowd over and over again, shouting with amplification magic, and driving those who were too dangerous from the heights.

Those who lived near the square were now benefiting so much that they even rented out their window sills and roofs at great prices, and there were so many people who were willing to spend money that almost all the good places were sold out in half a day......

The sun was rising, the mages cast spells in advance to disperse the clouds near St. Sunil, the bright sun began to shine all over the city, the crowd gathered around the square was crowded and shaking, countless pairs of eyes were focused on the direction of the Silver Castle, and finally, at the front of the crowd, suddenly several loud shouts came:

"Someone's coming out!" "There's a figure on the balcony on the second floor!" "The door is open!"

With the sound of heavy chains rolling, the gate of the Silver Fort slowly opened halfway, and a cavalry procession lined up from the gate, those heroic soldiers wearing novel magical armor, bright armor, clear banners, and a long red carpet extending from the castle to the end of the drawbridge.

The crowd in the square was in an uproar, and everyone craned their necks and stared in the direction of the castle gate, which according to traditional etiquette would soon emerge from the gate to receive the bows of his subjects, and then the ceremonial officer and the regent would appear to declare the legitimacy of the monarch and announce the transfer of royal power, and for many commoners, this was almost the only chance of their life to meet the members of the royal family - worth bragging about for about half a year after they returned.

However, the people did not see the monarch in the castle, they only saw a group of knights standing in the doorway, blocking the way from the main entrance of the castle to the inner courtyard, and before the confusion gradually spread through the crowd, a powerful voice suddenly came from above, with the help of the power of amplification magic, throughout the square:

"Attention all! 1st Infantry Platoon, Start - Go!! ”

Many of them were startled by the sudden sound, and the crowd around the square stirred slightly, and then another strange sound came to their ears—the sound of rattling stones at first, neat and rhythmic, but soon it became loud, even shaking the nerves like a drumbeat.

People have finally seen what the source of the sound is.

It was a soldier, a phalanx, heavily armed soldier.

The people craned their necks, their eyes widened, and they watched the scene in the square, a little bewildered, and they saw rows and rows of soldiers appear in neat formations, each wearing the same armor and holding the same equipment, as if it were printed in a mold, and they saw the commander at the front with a sword in his hand, the soldiers in the first row holding the flag high, and the rest of the soldiers walking in a neat and astonishing pace, and the sound of the neat and rhythmic sound was the sound of their boots falling to the ground!

After getting accustomed to seeing the free and loose aristocratic private soldiers, and the various equipment of the royal army under the "self-provided armament" system, such a scene in front of him was inconceivable, even strange and terrifying to everyone in the square—just the arrangement of people, how could it be like this?

At the same time as the infantry phalanx appeared, some sharp-eyed people finally saw some movement inside the gate of the castle.

The knights stepped back in order, and the gate to the castle courtyard was completely open, and a behemoth, glowing and unrecognizable, was slowly poking its head out of it.

It took a moment for people to see what it was—

It was a huge, chilling skull moving forward.

It was housed in a large magically powered vehicle, the skull almost completely covered the vehicle, the surface of the crystal skeleton glowed with a faint light, and the hollow eye sockets seemed to hide a powerful soul, it was hard to imagine what kind of powerful creature was left behind of this huge skull, but just looking at its pale surface, everyone felt a visceral shock and awe - but this powerful creature was dead, and it was only a skull that appeared here.

Gawain's figure stood above the skull, on a platform made of steel nailed through the skull, dressed in a solemn black gown, without a crown on his head, but with a long sword in his hand, and a diamond brooch pinned to his chest, which glittered in the sun shining in the sun.

On either side of the steel platform, two wing-like metal structures hang from the tips of the wings with the emblems of swords and ploughs, and hang down to the ground.

The massive skull marched to the front of the drawbridge, where it came to a steady halt, several escort chariots lined up on either side of the skull.

Gawain looked down at the plaza on the other side of the drawbridge, and the infantry phalanx arrived in front of him almost at the same time.

A loud voice rang out in the square:

"Stand!"

The infantry phalanx stopped instantly, and almost only the sound of military boots stomping on the ground sounded.

"Draw your sword!"

Countless molten swords were drawn at the same time, blades facing forward, standing neatly in front of each soldier to the left.

"Light the blade—"

"Salute to Your Majesty!!"

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