Maybe it's Prince Fedora's unparalleled aura, or maybe it's special luck. Today's Dundee City, Scotland, is cloudless and clear.

The morning glow is full of sky, and a few passing seagulls are dotted with it, forming a beautiful picture.

Far away, Emily saw a large number of people gathered at the gates of Celtic Castle, which was even more lively than the atmosphere of Christmas.

Standing in the middle was his father, Count Jonad, and the three elders with high status. Opposite them, the man with a mahogany pipe and a fluttering eyebrow was the nominal governor of the city, Lord Gregory.

He wore a round straw bale belly and a strap, which was quite popular nowadays, from the back of the waist over the shoulders to the navel. I put the finest styling oil on my head, and if you look closely, there are two flies circling.

Looking at Gregory's appearance, Miss Emily's heart turned over, he was almost carved out of the same mold as that fat cousin who did all kinds of evil. Perhaps, my cousin will sink so many dozen pounds.

"Oops, look who's here! My dear lady, the best and prettiest girl in Dundee, I haven't seen you in a few days. Gregory's eyes were sharp, and when he saw Emily come out, he immediately pushed through the crowd and came over to say hello.

He is not stupid, and the visit of the prince is the best time to make peace with relatives. If Emily becomes the queen of the Tudor Prince, her parents will have to build a relationship in advance.

The chubby mayor brushed his hair with his fat hand, and a smile made the fat on his face more obvious, and he waved his arms twice as a big salute.

Actually, Jonad was a count, and Gregory, the municipal magistrate, was a baron. So he came to bow to Emily, and it made sense in terms of etiquette.

The eldest lady was expressionless, and nodded as a return gift.

What followed was the exchange of greetings between the leading figures of the Robertson family. The day before yesterday, at the high-level meeting of the family, they still had ghosts and sabre-rattling, but once they reached political interests, they immediately became affectionate like brothers for several lifetimes.

Seeing that the time was eight o'clock in the morning, the sun had already climbed high. Suddenly, there was a sharp Scottish bagpipe, followed by the orchestral music.

The chords came one after another, and when you listened closely, it turned out to be the famous stirring song "Scotland-The-Brave", which was heartwarming.

Count Jonad was shocked and whispered, "The prince's convoy is here, everyone follow me." ”

The members of the family were greeted by the old earl and Gregory on the red carpet in the predetermined order.

Fedora. The pomp and circumstance of the Tudor prince is really big.

At the front, there are twelve fat and strong white war horses, each with a thin iron piece of armor on their heads, and a conical horn protruding from the center of their eyebrows, quite like a mythical unicorn. Immediately sat twelve imposing silver-armored knights. They all carried heavy shields carved with Tudor family coats of arms and a shining spear.

In the sunlight, the blade of the spear shone with a faint blue-purple evil light.

Behind him were more than a dozen samurai dressed as high-ranking knights, holding different weapons and with empty eyes on their faces.

Come to think of it, the most inferior knight next to the prince can be a city magistrate in a place like Dundee City. If it's a little more advanced, you can't look at it at all.

At this moment, they really feel like a city lord has gone to the countryside.

God knows that Prince Fedora's whims have to visit this place where birds don't.

Great Elder Galiro secretly looked at it, and his whole body was shocked! He found that one of the knights had five fluorescent threads embroidered on his chest, Knight of Light!

Behind those knights, followed a four-row carriage. The wide wheels are extremely stable. The red lacquered solid wood carriage is spacious and bright, vaguely revealing the figure of a huge fat man. At the top of the carriage, a large flag was erected, fluttering in the wind, embroidered with a brightly colored five-petal rose.

That was the hallmark of the Tudor royal family, a pass that could bully men and women in Scotland.

The entire guard of honor stopped at the gates of Celtic Castle.

Old Lord Jonad sang aloud: "My dear Duke of Edinburgh, Lord of Edinburgh, Earl of Reading, God bless Prince Fedora of Scotland. Your Highness, God will bless you with eternal life. Jonad. Robertson led his people to greet His Royal Highness. ”

Grigory chimed in: "Governor Grigory welcomes His Royal Highness the Prince to visit Dundee. ”

"Haha, I said gentlemen, it's been a long time since we've seen each other." As soon as the carriage door opened, a fat round face poked out.

Then Prince Fedora's huge body emerged from the carriage with considerable agility. Immediately, two maids took silk handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat from his face.

Others are afraid of heat, which seems to be an eternal truth.

Fedora, who stepped on a pair of riding boots, was nearly 1.90 meters tall, which was extremely tall even in medieval Britain. Take a big step and come to the crowd.

Seeing Gregory, Fedora seemed to be particularly excited: "Hehe, I said Lord Mayor, I haven't seen you for a year, and I'm about to catch up with me." It seems that Dundee City's tax revenue has not been a major problem this year. ”

"Your Royal Highness, it's really not easy for me to be a municipal official. You know, it's getting harder and harder to collect taxes—"

"Wait!" Prince Fedora waved his big hand and shook his head like a rattle, "I don't bother to take care of your taxes, that's Thomas. Duke Cromwell's life, don't want to blame me for his troubles. Oh, my old lord Jonad, you look old. Why, Iron Sword's mission broke my heart? ”

Hearing the prince point out the family business of Iron Sword, Jonad chuckled in his heart, suddenly felt cold, and secretly gritted his teeth: This Prince Fedora is really a veteran of officialdom, and he grabbed our little tail at once. It seems that most of the things that are close to each other can't be escaped.

Jonad immediately came back to his senses and said, "As you know, iron ore is already difficult to mine, and recently there have been many Viking pirates on the North Sea—"

"Gotta it! It's not something I'm in charge of, either. You don't have to complain to me. Because of you, I didn't talk less at King Keller, and my lips were worn out. Anyway, if I really can't complete the tasks in the Dark Forest, and Duke Cole starts a fire, I'll have to be a little scared. ”

Old Lord Jonad's face was like a red-hot soldering iron, and he didn't know what to say.

Behind them, Griff flashed out, deeply rejected the Prince, and cautiously smiled: "My dear Royal Highness, I am the Knight of Griff, and I am in charge of the arrangements for this reception. I heard that you are an expert in art and design, and the Robertson family has specially prepared a hanging garden, and please go and give us some guidance. ”

Fedora looked at Griff, and his fleshy face gradually sank, and his face was very displeased, and he said coldly, "What are you, shouting here." ”

Then he turned his gaze to Jonad and said, "Old sir, I don't like his voice. ”

Everyone present was shocked, wondering why this prince suddenly attacked a knight of the Robertson family. Several elders of the family were stunned and wanted to stick to the ground with the wooden pestle. Count Jonad's face turned green, and he couldn't figure out where the family had offended His Royal Highness.

Griff felt more like he had experienced a bolt from the blue, his brain went blank, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

Gerald, the old butler, tugged at the corner of Griff's coat and motioned for him to step back. At the same time, Emily was given a look.

The eldest lady frowned deeply, she really didn't know what crazy this little devil was going on again.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, walked up to the prince and bowed slightly, and said lightly: "Your Royal Highness, I don't know if you still remember me?" ”

"Oops! My dear cousin Emily, how can I, the cousin, not remember you! Fedora turned her face faster than she could turn a book, and suddenly regained her hateful, annoying look. He threw a few winks at the eldest lady with a pretended expression, and said shyly: "This time my cousin is here to baptize you." I also have a magic talent test stone for you to test. ”

Emily listened to her cousin's voice and forced a smile.

Prince Fedora took a few steps closer and asked with concern, "I heard that you were in distress in the forest a while ago, and now it's all right?" By the way, it was an oriental lad who saved you. That's a great credit, where is he? I want to see him. ”