As the sun sets, the glow of the sun shines on the still-prosperous Königshavn-Harbour, which is one of the city's most prestigious places, sparkling on the calm sea level and far away with the brilliant fiery clouds in the sky.

The once busy docks had been cordoned off by the garrison, and a full three hundred sergeants had been assembled to keep the law and order. But it still could not stop the enthusiasm of the citizens and nobles of Turin, and the bustling crowd almost blocked the surrounding water, which worried Glynn Turn—who knows how many of these people were seduced into coming to the port to prepare for trouble?

For His Majesty still willing to use himself as the garrison of the capital, and did not care about the complaints of the old nobles, Green Turn's heart only had a heavy gratitude-all he could reciprocate, and he could only repay absolute loyalty, absolute loyalty to His Majesty and the kingdom.

Naturally, after getting this job of guarding the envoys, Green knew more clearly about His Majesty's intentions - his existence was to ensure the safety of these people, this is a job that is destined to be reviled, and now that the whole city of Turin is full of condemnation and parades against Dominicans, he knows very well what kind of scorn and slander he will suffer.

But it is precisely because of this that this job belongs to him, and it is the trust that His Majesty has in himself—trusting that he can be absolutely loyal to him against all odds, regardless of personal honor! Sir Greene Turn, who was silent, glanced at Anson, who was sitting under the canopy with a serious expression but still so young, and His Majesty Horace's only son, and he could not help but shake the hilt of the sword at his waist as if he were swearing.

"How's the defense, how many soldiers are there on the streets from the port to the hills of Marchelus?" Edward, who also had a serious expression, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and asked with great concern, "You look tired, are you okay?"

"You don't look much better than I am, but don't worry. Green shrugged his shoulders and smiled a reluctant smile, "Half of the garrison is already in the vicinity to ensure that there are no risks on the road - especially for our 'guests'. ”

"Speaking of which, why didn't I see Lord Bernard, the court ceremonial officer, didn't he come?"

"Lord Bernard...... He has been entrusted by His Highness Anson with the responsibility of arranging the lodging of the envoys and the audience ceremony, and we only need to receive them according to the rules and procedures of his stay. Edward smiled a little "embarrassed": "As for what should be done, His Highness has his own sense of proportion. ”

"What the hell is going on?" Green frowned, "Is there something wrong with His Highness Anson?"

"Your Highness doesn't like Lord Bernard, thinking he has too many rules. Edward sighed and shook his head, "Apparently it is the norm for court ceremonies to be unlikable, and he doesn't seem to be too surprised when I talk to him about it. ”

Edward's expression didn't even fluctuate in the slightest - especially after hearing that the Bernard was a standard old nobleman, and that he had proposed to His Highness Horace to exile from Turin during the Pipetown incident, he didn't have the slightest affection for him.

But Green didn't think so, even though he had been "besieged" by the Turin nobles: "Then why did you let Your Highness mess around like this? Lord Bernard is the real ...... of this reception."

"The real person in charge of this reception ceremony is His Highness Anson, and we are all here to assist His Highness, Green, you must remember this clearly. Edward gave him a serious look, and then shook his head "very helplessly": "Your Highness has any orders, we must obey and carry them out, rather than deliberately disobey them." ”

"But ......"

"If that doesn't make you understand why, then think a little about the Bernard family's position in Turin - they're all old nobles, and it's too dangerous to keep him among us. Edward's gaze was a little mysterious: "I respect you as a person, Sir Green Turn. But this time I won't let you go it alone again. ”

Before Green, whose face was stunned, could react, a loud brass horn was heard in the distance. With a smile on his face, Edward turned and walked to the little prince under the awning, and Green Turn, who had no choice but to hurry, looked at Edward's white cloak figure with a very complicated look.

.................. Accompanied by the loud horn sound on the pier, as well as the flaming goshawk flag raised high and hundreds of swallowtail flags fluttering in the wind, three very delicate-looking dhows slowly sailed into the port under the escort of the royal fleet and docked on the dock very steadily.

Under the watchful eyes of the citizens of Turin in the port, seven or eight Dominic nobles dressed in splendid robes disembarked one after another, accompanied by the guards around them, and walked towards the pergola. The little prince Anson, who was already a little impatient, jumped directly from the chair and stood in front of everyone with a proud expression and waited.

Edward, who was standing behind him, smiled knowingly, but immediately regained his serious expression and strode forward: "His Royal Highness Prince Anson Marcherus, Prince Anson Marcherus, Guardian of the Kingdom blessed by the Radiant Cross, Commander of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and son of His Majesty Horace I, Lord of all the people of Turin, has arrived and extended his cordial greetings to the guests from the south!"

A middle-aged man led by the envoy immediately stepped out, dressed in a very luxurious patterned satin robe, his hair and fingers were very clean, but his always frowning brow and the corners of his mouth curved down completely ruined his appearance, as if he looked twenty years older.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, it is a great honor for you to be here to welcome us!" The middle-aged man stepped forward with exaggerated movements, almost half-kneeling down and bending down to kiss the little prince's ring: "In Lower Cosimo Otovik, on behalf of my father, the Dominic Archon Yurio Otovik, and His Majesty the King, I would like to pay you and your family the highest respect!"

Edward, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at the leader of the envoy group with great amusement - although he had known that the nature of the Kingdom of Dominica and Turin was completely different, and that their so-called "royal family" had long ago lost its binding power on other city-states, but he did not expect that his prestige had reached such a low level that it was not even necessary to mention his name.

After a little practice, the reason why the Ottovik family would send an envoy to Turin was to gain the recognition of the kingdom made Edward think a little more - it seems that the destruction of Dominica by the war thirty years ago was not only superficial, the last bond that held these city-states together had been torn to the brink of destruction, and it was not far from collapse.

Although not many people heard the flattering words of this Cosimo Ottovic, his humble and polite appearance still greatly stimulated the surrounding citizens and nobles, and the dock immediately erupted in a tidal wave of loud cheers.

"Long live His Majesty Horace—!!!"

"Long live the Radiant Cross, long live Turin - !!"

"Long live Marcherus, long live His Royal Highness Prince Anson - !!!" ......

Filled with excitement and fanatical cheers, like the sea level of a rising tide, wave after wave rolled and surging over King's Port, Anson's cheeks were already completely red, and his excited expression was even more arrogant than just now, and he waved his right hand lightly and did not return the salute to the envoys: "Thank you for your blessings, His Majesty Father Horace is already waiting for your audience in the throne hall, we should not delay any longer!"

Anson's tone bordered on arrogance, but the group leader didn't seem to feel it at all, and bowed in thanks to show that it was their honor. The little prince, whose vanity was satisfied, immediately gathered the guards around him, prepared the carriage and a whole set of honor guards, and the mighty procession, guarded by hundreds of guards, marched down the streets towards the hills of Marcherus.

The surging crowds were almost everywhere, as if the whole city of 400,000 people had gathered in these modest streets, crowding the procession along the way, but there had been no terrible commotion and confusion, and the cheering crowd seemed to be just immersed in the atmosphere of "watching the excitement", which also made Greene Turn's relief - if anything went wrong in such a situation, it would turn into a terrible riot, which he definitely did not want to see.

"It looks like it's going to be a calm day," Edward and Green, who were riding their horses, walked side by side behind the carriage and said with a smile: "It seems that our commander is still a little deterrent, so that those little ones don't dare to do it easily." ”

"I hope so!" Green sighed with a wry smile.

The huge procession arrived in the square outside the palace, and His Royal Highness Anson left the procession, and dozens of palace guards escorted the carriage into the palace. Edward, as the military attaché of the chamberlain, became the sole head of the receiving envoys, and together with Green, he led the rest of the men to the designated camp.

Just when everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to bring the envoys into the mansion, a few shouts suddenly came from the crowd that was still "calm", and then many young people with fists raised and delicate robes seemed to shout something, Edward and Green turned their heads almost at the same time, and a figure that was very familiar to both of them suddenly appeared in front of their eyes-the fat boy of the Frex family rushed out excitedly, still holding a torch in his hand.

"Free people of Turino, kill these Dominican devils who have ruined our family!!!"