Despite the fact that there were only twelve soldiers, and despite the fact that the surname Cecil was long since the political center of the kingdom, and despite the fact that the last share of the family's estate in the royal capital had been taken over to the royal family a hundred years earlier, Gawain entered the city in the most conspicuous way, and waved the same banner that it had been seven hundred years ago.

The flag was only allowed to be used while Gawain Cecil was still alive, and it was not so much a sign of presence as a signal to the current Ansu royal family—

"It's not the seventeen-year-old Viscount Cecil who has entered the city, it's the Grand Duke of the South."

Upon hearing the news of the chamberlain's return, Francis II immediately understood what the "ancient" meant to him, and the old king walked to the terrace of the Silver Castle and looked in the direction of the Cecil family's entry into the city.

At this distance, he couldn't see anything—the city was already so many times bigger than it was back then, that he couldn't even see the edge from the top of the Silver Castle, and I wonder if the ancient, who had been sleeping since seven hundred years ago, was surprised when he stepped into the city.

Will he realize that 700 years later, everything is no longer what it used to be?

The chamberlain was still waiting for his orders, and Francis II withdrew his gaze and looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man: "Receive him according to the standard of the Duke, and then tell him that I will meet him at noon tomorrow, and ask the Grand Duke of the South to rest in the Silver Castle for a day, so as to relieve the fatigue of the journey." ”

The chamberlain received the order, but before he was about to retire, Francis II stopped him: "In addition, except for the arrangement of the meeting, all the requests made by the Archduke Cecil are to be fulfilled as far as possible—there is no room for error in the number of courtesies." ”

The attendant stepped back, and a handsome young man dressed in a fine costume with short pale blonde hair and an extraordinary face stepped forward from the side—he had been standing by a nearby pillar: "Father, do you think that the 'resurrected' Grand Duke is true or false?" ”

"It doesn't matter," Francis II looked at his heir, "although Andrew sent the letter, and although we have received a lot of corroboration, whether the specific ancient Grand Duke is true or not depends on the next development." As for now, all I can say is ...... It is indeed not a farce, and the resurrected ancient man gave us a big 'surprise'. ”

The young man lowered his eyelids and made an appearance of humbly asking for advice: "What do you think of his intentions?" ”

"Before we meet, all intentions can only be guessed, judging by the momentum he has created along the way and the rumors that have clearly been promoted, he will certainly not reveal his intentions clearly in advance," the old king shook his head, "You can find an opportunity to contact him and see his attitude, but be careful, we are facing an unprecedented situation, you should not provoke him." ”

The young man agreed, turned and left the room.

Francis II, on the other hand, turned around and continued to look in the direction of the city, but sighed slightly in his heart.

He was still too young, and his heir was not very good at hiding his true thoughts, and he was so attentive to the ancient man who had fallen from the sky, or rather crawled out of the ground, that he could see his urgency at a glance.

But it's not a big deal anyway, rather than letting him secretly contact him in private, it's better to give this opportunity by the way.

After seeing the chamberlain riding out of the palace, Francis II nodded and said to the air next to him: "Raven, go and spy on Gawain Cecil and his party, and report back if you have any situation." ”

As soon as the old king finished speaking, a veil under the nearby pillars shook slightly, but no figure appeared.

"Also, don't get too close, if it's really a legend from seven hundred years ago, you will definitely be discovered if you get close." The old king added.

The veil beneath the columns remained motionless.

……

Gawain and his party entered through the main gate of the city of St. Sunil, rode all the way through the city's avenue, and almost half of the city knew the news, and before they reached the Silver Castle, they were met by a procession sent by the king to greet them.

The lavish procession and pomp and circumstance, the red carpet stretched from the depths of the Silver Castle to Gawain's feet, the costumed attendants and maids scattering flower petals along the way, and the trumpeters and drummers playing music in two columns, all meant that His Majesty had been preparing for more than a day—but Gawain was sure that if the way he entered the city had changed, or if the day of his entry had been brought earlier, the welcome would have been different at this moment.

God knows how many plans that His Majesty had in place to deal with this moment.

Although Gawain himself did not have the life experience of dealing with nobles or the royal family, he had a lot of relevant knowledge and experience in his memory, although Gawain Cecil was a native of the barbarian era at the beginning of the founding of the Ansu Empire, he also experienced the glory days of the Gondor Empire - he could not see what Ansu would be like seven hundred years later, but he knew what the Gondor Empire was like seven hundred years ago.

The human empire that flourished seven hundred years ago is more complex than any other continental country dares to imagine today.

"Please come with me to the Silver Castle, where His Majesty has ordered the preparation of the most luxurious rooms and the best meals, as well as the hot springs to relieve the fatigue of your distinguished guests. The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow at noon, so please rest well tonight. ”

A reception official who looked calm - I don't know which surname it was - stood in front of Gawain and said politely, Gawain turned his head to look at Rebecca next to him, only to find that the silly girl was looking around with wide eyes curiously.

Despite her efforts to keep her composure all the way, in front of the Silver Castle, in the grand welcoming ceremony, the lady lord from the countryside was still decisively stunned, her eyes were no longer enough, and she didn't even know whether to look at the neat and gorgeous guard of honor first, or the majestic palace in the distance, the entire outer wall covered with silver leaf.

"I thought the king would be eager to see me," Gawain shrugged, not dismounting, but looking down at the reception officer, "after all, it's not so easy to see a person who pops out of a coffin." ”

The reception official was slightly stunned, probably because he didn't expect the legendary Grand Duke's speaking style to be like this, but he still quickly adjusted: "Your Majesty takes into account the fatigue of your carriages and horses, so the meeting time is scheduled for tomorrow." ”

"Yes......" Gawain paused for a long time, and only continued when the reception official was about to break out in a cold sweat, "Then I will thank Your Majesty for your kindness." But since we don't see each other today, I don't need to go into his castle - I'm not used to living in Silver Castle. ”

The reception official's face changed slightly: "Then you ......?"

"It's better to live in your own home," Gawain smiled, "I just don't know if 700 years have passed, and 4 Crown Street has been demolished by you?" ”

Hearing the words No. 4 Crown Street, the faces of the reception officials and several nearby court officials involuntarily changed slightly: although Francis II had reminded them, they really didn't expect that Gawain's request would be in this direction!

It was the residence of Gawain Cecil in the royal capital seven hundred years ago.

Although Gawain Cecil was the Duke of the South, he lived most of his time in the southern fiefdoms, but like other pioneers of his time, he had his own residence in the capital, built by the Founding Emperor Charles I for each of the first Pioneer Knights, and these mansions were located on Crown Street, the closest block to Fort Silver.

Whenever the pioneers traveled from their fiefdoms to the royal capital to discuss important matters, they would live in their own mansions, as was the rule of the day.

Now, 700 years later, all the pioneers (except for one who just deceived) are dead, but every house on Crown Street is still the same as it was back then, and the royal family is still funding the ongoing renovation and repair work to ensure that they will survive forever during these 700 years.

They have in fact become living fossils, but they are still inhabited today: the descendants of the pioneers are still alive and carry on the legacy of their ancestors.

With the exception of Cecil's family, four crown streets have been part of the royal family for a hundred years since the defeat of the talented Grumman Cecil......

"Four Crown Street......" said the reception officer, "it is still there, but it has been completely renovated many times......

"Oh, that's for sure, it's just a mansion, it's not as strong as a castle," Gawain laughed, "but since it's been renovated, it means it's well preserved now?" I should be fine if I move in, right? ”

"Of course......" The reception official was about to say that he had to consult the king before making a decision, but after seeing Gawain's smiling expression, he was speechless, "but ......"

"I know, it's been taken into the royal family, right?" Gawain didn't want to embarrass a guy who was just running errands, so he took the initiative to say, "But I've heard that there's no one living there now—in fact, no one has lived in it for a hundred years, right?" ”

"Yes, after all, the ancestor left ...... there There are so many things that no one dares to take away, and to this day no one is entitled to inherit them, so Four Crown Street remains vacant. ”

Gawain continued to smile: "Since there is no one to inherit, then I should be fine if I go back to my own house for one night, right?" ”

"Of course," the receptionist remembered the order passed to him by the king's attendants, and had to nod his head, "Then please wait a moment, my lordship, and I will lead the way......

"No need, I still remember the road to my own home." Gawain waved his hand, "Just go back and talk to the king, and tell him that I will come to visit him at Silver Fort at noon tomorrow." ”

Then he turned the horse's head and patted Rebecca on the head before leaving: "Silly boy, go." ”

Rebecca was suddenly excited: "Huh? Ancestors, aren't we living in the palace today? ”

"What's good in the palace, when it was built, I told Charlie that the land he chose was not good, and the roof cracked in the third year of construction. Let's go, I'll take you to where I lived back then, and that's like home. ”

Looking at the figure of Gawain and his entourage leaving by themselves, the reception official felt that the cold sweat that had been brewing on his head for a long time finally flowed, and then he grabbed the person next to him: "Quick, send a druid who can change into a bird!" Go to Four Crown Street and let them get ready! ”