The sea was so calm that even the wind could not be felt, and the sun in the sky and the seagulls in the distance were the most direct coordinates - it was not far from King's Port.

The flagship was at the helm himself, and the original helmsman was driven by him to wash the deck - not because he was not at ease or because the other party had done something wrong.

He was so nervous - if he didn't do anything, he even felt like he was scared to death - maybe a day, maybe half a day later, the battle was about to begin, and he had to calm himself down as quickly as possible, as much as possible.

And the more nervous he became, the more he couldn't help but glance at Edward Witwood, who was still drinking pear wine with a leisurely face, and his loose appearance did not tell that he was going to fight, but more like he was going to travel.

"I beg your pardon for asking, but aren't you nervous at all?" Lu Sien asked, and changed his tone in a special way: "Your Excellency the Chief Flag Officer?"

"Does nervousness work?"

“...... Useless. ”

"That's it. Edward smiled, "If it's a must, worry about it, and if you don't want to stop it, you don't need to care—just like no one cares about the fact that they're going to die." ”

But not everyone is comfortable with death, Edward Witwood. The corners of Lu Sien's mouth twitched indignantly: "What's more, if it's just us dying, then forget it, but if the timing is wrong, it will definitely affect His Highness Anson's actions, and it will be a fatal threat to the whole situation!"

"So how can you be so calm—or rather, how do you know when His Highness Anson will launch and when is the best time to cooperate?" Lu Sien clenched the rudder with both hands: "Was it arranged in advance, or did you already guess His Highness's whereabouts?"

"It's impossible to have arranged this in advance, and it's unlikely that I'll be able to guess his whereabouts. Edward smiled and shook his head.

"Then where did your confidence come from?!" Lu Sien finally couldn't help but scold: "I handed over the entire Minest family and the royal fleet to you, and this is your reward?"

"And I promise you. Berion will definitely die. Edward nodded, "As for where my faith comes from, for I am very familiar with His Royal Highness the dear little prince. ”

"Please be clear, so that I can resist the desire to draw my sword and cut you!"

"Okay. Looking at Lu Sien, who gritted his teeth, Edward sighed and shrugged his shoulders: "If you know a person's character, his way of doing things, his preferences, and his age and experience - if you know all this, ......"

"Can you guess his every move?" Lu Sien's face finally showed a bit of solemnity, and there was some kind of inexplicable fear.

"Nope. That's impossible. Edward shook his head with a smirk: "But you know all the choices he will make in the same situation." ”

"What is the biggest obstacle to His Highness Anson's path to the throne?" Edward's voice grew deeper and deeper: "Of course it is the living Berion - so he will definitely kill him at all costs, in the most direct, impulsive, but also the most effective way!"

"So we don't need to think about it at all, no matter how much others dissuade us, our Highness Anson will arrive in Turin City as quickly as he can. Instead of us trying to delay and wait for the time to start - by then everything is too late, we just need to arrive on time. The black-haired knight smiled: "Believe my dear Lu Sien, Your Highness must be more anxious and anxious than you think. ”

Anson was very agitated right now.

The gilded brass horn had sounded, and the sound of celebration was full of joy, and behind the little prince, the 10,000 elite soldiers carefully selected by the entire Colony of Hantu City were already ready to go—all veterans drawn from the various legions by Green Turn, including all the First Banner Regiments of the four legions. There are also veterans of more than five or even ten years, forming a 10,000-strong guard.

They may not be the best. They are also the ones who can show the demeanor of the Legion the most, but they are definitely the absolute essence of the entire Legion of Hantu City - at least let Green Turn, believe that they can definitely beat the 5,000 elite soldiers of the Knights of the Sacred Tree with the same number!

Not to mention that all the royal knights had been gathered early - they were not wearing the kind of glittering armor or helmets with feathers that they used in the ceremony, which were still the same attire they wore during the battle in the Vast Lands. Although it doesn't look very aesthetically pleasing. But absolutely practical.

But when everything was ready, the man who was supposed to appear did not show up - there was no Berion Marcherus in the procession!

That bastard was lying! Looking at the herald standing beside him, still smiling and his legs trembling, Anson wanted to eat him alive - without Berion. What else is this guy for?!

"No, I'm very sorry, but His Highness Berion has decided not to come. Looking at the little prince who was already about to be furious, the pale herald herald explained very weakly, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "He also hopes that Your Highness can understand, after all, this is a triumphant ceremony that belongs only to you, so ......"

"I understand, then I can only thank Uncle Berrion for his kindness. The cold-faced little prince nodded, and no one could see any happy expression on his face: "Green Turn, blow the trumpet." ”

"Your Highness......"

"I said the trumpet!" the little prince glared at him, "Let the triumphal begins!"

Seeing Anson's insistence so strongly, the chief lieutenant had no choice but to nod his head and blew the first horn of triumph, followed by the sound of neat steps like a sea of mountains - the entire 10,000-strong army of Hantu City, in the cheers of the crowd, finally passed through the gate of Turin City from the road of glory!

With a forest of silver spears, shields like iron walls, and heavily armed warriors wearing the armor they had worn when they came, and only the cloak of a flaming goshawk on the outside, what the entire Turin City saw was a group of powerful legions that had just come out of the sea of corpses and defeated several times stronger enemies!

The city of Turin is boiling.

"God bless Turin, long live the kingdom - !!!"

"Turin is invincible under the blessing of the Radiant Cross - !!!"

"The Radiant Cross will always bless His Majesty Horace-!!!"

"Long live His Highness Anson Marcherus - !!!"

The cheers and the sounds of celebration were incessant, and Anson felt like he had returned to the day when Sir Leonardo, who had made an expedition to the City of the Bright Stars, arrived in Turin from the port of Kings with his army.

“...... We are often confused with awe and fear, but these two feelings are fundamentally different. A king without emotion cannot rule a kingdom with feelings, and we rely on the authority given to us by our ancestors and gods, the trust of our subjects, and the sword in our hands to maintain the peace of the kingdom......"

Looking at the adoring faces, Anson, who vaguely remembered what his father said, suddenly felt as if he remembered something, and seemed to understand something, and his eyes became more and more determined, and turned to the royal palace on the hill of Marcherus.

The staircase was already close at hand, and the little prince on the horse suddenly waved his right hand, and Green Terne, who reacted immediately, blew the horn again, and the whole phalanx stopped in its tracks.

The crowd that was still cheering just now was suddenly blinded, and the cheers gradually stopped, and they looked at the army that suddenly stopped, and the little prince Anson on the horse.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" the herald swallowed, and an inexplicable fear suddenly came to his heart, and he opened his mouth to ask two questions: "May I ask ......why?"

The little prince just gave him a cold look and told him to shut up. With a soft snort, Anson drew his saber at his waist and looked around at the people around him who were watching him, raising his sword high.

"Subjects of Turin, I have one thing to say ...... you" (To be continued. )