"This guy...... It's too presumptuous," said the nightingale who emerged from the mist, "what does she mean by that!"

Indeed, since the last time she had spoken to the Pearl of the Northland about the Iron Axe's disposal of the nobles, her attitude had changed faintly, as if she had given her a sense of self-indulgence - although for Roland, there was nothing wrong with that.

"Well......" he pondered for a moment, "can you judge the truth of this statement?"

"It's true," Nightingale pouted, "at least I didn't lie about wishing you paid attention to your body, or I would have restrained her and asked her what was going on." ”

"In that case, let her be. Roland smiled, "If you had to guess everyone's thoughts, it would be too tiring, and I don't have that much energy." ”

The nightingale, who was still angry, suddenly froze, and then pretended to be careless and turned her head, "Say, say it...... Usually worrying about one or two people is about the same. ”

Hmm, your level of disguise is simply putting everything in your heart on your face. Roland tried his best to hold back the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up, cleared his throat and said, "Then let's go back to the office, there is still a lot of work to be done." ”

For example, putting into use two internal combustion engines that have passed the finalization test - the power source alone is only the first step, how to mass produce and manufacture the matching machinery and equipment are all difficulties to be overcome. In addition, there are also the design and assembly of armored trains, the assembly of biocolloids, and the expansion of more factories and armies......

But more than another thing, he can put these jobs on hold.

Although it does not have much significance in itself, it is indispensable to unite public opinion after completing this form.

The moment Livia arrives in Neverwinter, it means that all the conditions for her ascension to the throne have been prepared.

A week later, the Neverwinter Castle district was opened to the public for the first time, and thousands of screened crowds gathered inside and outside the courtyard under the guidance of police and guards, excitedly awaiting the moment of the new king's coronation. Outside of the castle district, the streets are lit up and bustling with people – even if the sky is still filled with scattered snowflakes, it doesn't stop people from celebrating.

For this ceremony, the castle of the lords was also temporarily renovated.

The façade of the vestibule was removed and replaced with a fence that did not obstruct the view, and the furnishings of the courtyard were removed and paved with flat grass. Just climb the long slope up to the castle area and you'll get a panoramic view of the entire ceremony venue.

Long flags with red backgrounds and black borders hang from the roof to the ground on both sides of the castle, a color combination that stands out against the snow-covered background and adds a sense of heaviness to the not-so-grand castle.

The biggest change came from the second floor of the castle.

Seemingly overnight, a diagonal brace was erected on the bare façade, giving the second floor an additional half-raised terrace. The front of the terrace faces the front gate of the vestibule, where there is no doubt that the king will receive the blessings of the lords.

Only Minister Karl, the designer, knew that the quick-built platform structure was the work of a witch - after Lady Agatha had stretched out an ice wall on the castle wall, and Miss Soroa had "painted" a layer of masonry, it became a part of the castle that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

And in such weather, the thick ice wall is enough to last for several days.

......

Now the castle is a different scene.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?" Wendy's voice came from outside the bedroom door, "all the ministers and guests have arrived, just waiting for you to appear." ”

"I know, right away. Roland answered, turning his head to look at the girl in a pure white dress, "What do you think?"

"Wait a little longer...... I'm still a little nervous," said Anna, who stood in front of the windowsill, looking down through the curtain at the noisy crowd below, her blue eyes tingling with obvious waves, "Are you really going to go on stage with me?" said the ceremonial officer, who had never seen anything like this at the enthronement ceremony in the past. ”

She wasn't as fearless as he thought, and Roland realized that even though Anna had always been smiling, she was still worried and confused when the moment came. Her excellence in learning and love for new knowledge made her confident most of the time, and she sparkled like a genius when she devoted her body and mind to creating and making. But apart from these halos, she is just a girl in her early twenties who grew up in a remote township.

Now that we are about to face the scrutiny of thousands of people, it is impossible not to be nervous, right?

Thinking of this, Roland smiled and said in the softest voice, "Then I'll be the first to make an exception." Or do you want me to crown myself alone?"

"Of course not," Anna shook her head, "I'm just ......"

Roland stepped forward and hugged her with open hands, "Then I'll change my story." ”

"Alternate ...... Say?"

"Well," he asked, taking a breath and pretending to be serious, "Miss Anna, I want to hire you as my wife, would you like to?"

"Poof," Anna couldn't help laughing, "No! I'm not a prisoner in a cage now, and ......"

"And what?"

"The engagement is too short. She smacked Roland's shoulder, then held out her right veiled hand to him, "Thank you, Roland." Take me down. ”

Roland held her palm steadily, "Obey." ”

......

Opening the door, the two slowly walked through the corridor, down the stairs, and into the hall on the first floor.

The hall that was still full of people immediately fell silent, and everyone was divided into two columns, bowing their heads slightly, to welcome Roland's arrival.

He followed the procession - on the left were the witches of Neverwinter, and he saw Tilly, Ash, Nightingale, Wendy, Lightning, Egtha, ...... Familiar faces come into view, and compared to the refugees who had nowhere to stay three years ago, they have now reintegrated into the new social order, and are becoming an inseparable part of the human kingdom little by little.

On the right are the town hall officials and local representatives, such as Barov, Edith, Iron Axe, Karl, Kaimo, Tasa, Yoko, etc...... Together, they form the power structure of the Grey Keep Kingdom, and they have gone from being ordinary people in name to rising political stars.

Ascension to the throne would normally be an extremely cumbersome process, but for witches and Neverwinter officials, Roland's throne was already a given, so the process was greatly simplified.

He took Anna's hand and walked to the center of the hall, where a stone table was set with two golden crowns standing on it.

Neither Wimbledon III nor the Church of Hermes ceased to exist, and he declined the ceremonial officer's request to do the work for him, deciding instead to wear a crown with Anna.

The coronation of the throne and the consecration of the crown at the same time are unprecedented in the Gray Castle.

Naturally, the ceremonial officer objected, but it was not binding on him at all, and Barov unexpectedly sided with him.

Roland bent down and asked Anna to put the crown on herself, then placed the other crown lightly on top of her head.

When the two of them turned, everyone got down on one knee in unison.

"Long live my king!"

In the midst of the cries of the crowd, he took Anna by the hand and walked step by step to the staircase at one end of the hall, through the elevated dome, and onto the terrace of the castle.

A turbulent wave suddenly broke out below the courtyard!

Without waiting for him to raise his hand, the crowd who had been waiting for a long time had already vented their respect in their hearts.

"Long live Your Majesty Roland!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live Neverwinter!"

The cheers were deafening and soaring into the sky, and the crowd seemed to explode, and streamers and flower petals sprinkled from the terrace, flying with the cold wind, overshadowing the momentum of the ice and snow for a while.

In the distance, the roar of artillery was heard in the camp of the First Army, echoing the bells that rang over the city—at that moment, at the intersection of the wilderness and the western border, the king of the Grey Keep was born.