Wang Qi can be seen from a long distance.
The whistling north fluttered out the dozen or so flags, and the iron roses, which symbolized the Legrand royal family, bloomed on the blood.
People began to get excited, not only Charles and the others gathered at the city gate, but also more waiting citizens of Cossoaia. They trembled, their vision almost blurred.
They could hardly believe their eyes.
king! king!
Dozens of sworn knights in fine-steel armor crowded around the carriage in the center. The convoy had no unimportant personnel, and the speed of travel was like lava swept across the earth, and soon it was wrapped in that terrifying majesty and mighty resisted the gate of the castle.
The fully armed sworn knights reined in their horses.
The knights at the front separated, and a wide avenue suddenly gave way. The king's carriage rolled slowly forward against the snow on the ground. The king's carriage was covered with a scarlet canopy, and the four corners of the carriage were decorated with gilded lion-shaped spheres, and roses embroidered with gold thread were blooming on the curtain.
What this magnificent carriage symbolized at this time was by no means luxury, but a power, an unmatched power. It announces that it is the king who arrives, and announces the majesty and power of the king.
And that's exactly what people need right now.
The people realized that their king had really come!
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
General Sheehan stepped forward and shouted loudly.
The long-awaited crowd cheered, and for the first time the tide of sound rushed to the sky shrouded in the shadow of the plague. They threw their hats high into the sky to express their excitement.
Eleanor hides in the crowd.
She looked proudly at the young face of the king behind the rolled up curtain. He wears a royal robe, with a golden crown on his silver hair, and icy blue eyes are better than all the gems in the world.
This is her son!
This is the king of Legrand!
With cheers, the carriage drove into the Castle of Kosthoa amid the crowd.
People had already heard of the arrival of the king today, and they spontaneously waited on both sides of the street. Courage and hope fill people's hearts. The Black Death doesn't seem so terrible at this moment. Maybe the future is not really hazy, and the scorching sun has arrived.
The crowd cheered as the carriage drove through the streets.
The king looked out of the car window and saw signs of the plague on the people, the city ravaged by death, and his knights and pirates.
This is Cossoa, this is Cossoa of the King.
The carriage drove forward, and when it passed a street intersection, a little girl standing and waving a handkerchief staggered down on the street. She clutched at the clothes on her chest, coughing up black blood—her condition had flared up. The crowd suddenly quieted down, and people turned their expectant, nervous eyes on the king.
The oath knights stopped.
Because the king ordered the carriage to stop.
After receiving the king, Charles and the others joined the team guarding the king, and stood around the carriage at this time.
The corner of Charles' eyes swept slightly, and he was relieved to see a crow parked on the street not far away.
In the silence, the girl's coughing sound was very harsh.
The steward, who had come with the king, stretched out his hand, and the king got out of the carriage.
This was the first time the citizens of Kothsoa had met their esteemed king. He is younger than he imagined, and more like a noble and powerful ruler.
The scarlet cloak embroidered with rose patterns with gold thread almost fell to the ground, and the white snow fell on the cloak and quickly rustled. The king with the golden crown had an aggressive look on his brows and eyes. Under everyone's attention, the king walked towards the little girl who fell on the ground.
His boots stepped on the stone surface, making a crisp sound.
The little girl heard the king's footsteps, and she struggled to get up from the ground, struggling to salute the king.
The king walked up to the little girl.
He stretched out his hand with the rose ring.
The little girl raised her head blankly, looking at the young king who was much taller than herself. The king looked down at her. He was accompanied by glory, powerful and fierce, and it seemed that the word "tenderness" had absolutely nothing to do with it.
He was born a monarch of iron and blood.
But he stretched out his hand and touched the girl's cheek, which was so skinny that only a layer of skin was left over her cheekbones, with a warmth in his palm that was hard to relate to himself.
The Director of Internal Affairs stepped forward and handed the king a white ribbon on which hung a Legrand coin embossed with roses.
"May Rose's glory bring you health."
The king said, and he gently hung the ribbon around the little girl's neck.
The house chief replaced the priest in the touch of the holy ceremony and handed the ribbon to the king, and the words of blessing were changed from "May the Lord give" to "May the glory of the rose" - this ceremony where the king personally arrived at Kossoa clearly communicated with the Holy Spirit. The court was split, and the divine right was deliberately forgotten at this time.
The girl looked at the majestic king, suddenly choked up and couldn't speak to herself.
A miracle appeared before everyone's eyes—
She didn't cough anymore, she didn't vomit black blood anymore, she stood there like any normal healthy person.
After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. The king's sworn knights drew their swords and held them high:
"God bless my king!"
"God bless my king!"
The crowd followed, shouting loudly.
The fire of hope was kindled, and the people believed that their king would cast out all the dreadful gloom.
The king raised his hand, and he patted it gently.
His silver hair was blown by the cold wind, he looked around, and his voice was strong:
"It's a pleasure to meet you all."
The crowd quieted down, and people looked at the king in front of him excitedly, unwilling to omit any word or word of him.
"I came to die with you."
The king's succinct words are the most effective sedatives.
There are corpses everywhere, the plague is shrouded here, the king came from the Rose Palace, didn't he die with them
The faces of those who had cursed the king seemed to be on fire, and their shame had reached its peak at this moment, and they hardly dared to look at the young monarch.
"I'm here to fulfill my duties as monarch."
The king's words came clearly to everyone's ears, and the snow swirled and fell, but he stood there, and a raging fire ignited in the ice and snow.
"You entrust your loyalty to me, then I will not hesitate to build a peaceful city wall for you with swords and armor. If necessary, I will never be stingy to sacrifice my blood for you. Legrand's glory is eternal!"
"Legrand's glory is eternal!"
The blood boils in the blood vessels, and the cold winter wind doesn't seem to be cold anymore. The people chanted after the king ecstatically, waving everything in their hands with all their might.
Legrand's glory is eternal.
In the midst of this noise, the king returned to his carriage, and the procession continued on steadily in the sound of joy and reverence.
The official "touch of the king" will take place at the original headquarters of the Five-Port Alliance in Kossoya.
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Originally, the "king's touch" was usually held in the church, but just as the king changed the original prayer words during the touch, it was not unexpectedly changed again.
It was an unprecedented political show.
King Power will be the absolute protagonist in this show, and the Holy Court has been swept away by the King from the very beginning. Throughout the process, the oath knights replaced the clergy. The Rose King flag fluttered outside the conference building, and the cross was forgotten at this moment.
Not only that, although the real power in this treatment is hell, the existence of hell will not be brought to light.
Miracles can only be attributed to kings.
This is a confrontation between kingship and theocracy, and the king wants it only to win and not lose.
The devil disguised himself as a sworn knight and entered Kothsoya with the king. On the way here, he assisted the king in his attempt to use authority—this time the gate of hell was opened by the king himself, and even the devil could not intervene.
The headquarters of the former five-port alliance is now in the lobby of the headquarters of the Free Chamber of Commerce.
Charles watched the king raise his hand, crimson fire swept out from the void, and an ancient gate beyond the boundaries of Charles' imagination slowly emerged in the air. When it appeared, the empty hall was suddenly filled with endless wailing and screaming.
A force that made mortals tremble from the bottom of their hearts emanated from the ancient gate, whose history surpassed human civilization.
"come out."
The king opened his eyes.
The gate of hell suddenly opened, and the plague doctors, which were as numerous as sand, passed through the long and twisted passage one after another, and walked out of the door. The space in the hall was too small, so these plague doctors consciously turned into crows, circling.
Their attitude is much more positive than when called by the devil.
According to the king's wishes, these crows, transformed by the plague doctor, passed through the icy dome without a sound, and perched quietly on the roof of the house where no one could see it. How obedient they are to the execution of the king's orders, as if they were an army in the king's hands.
An army from hell.
The king did not end up maintaining the gates of hell until the devil confirmed that the number of plague doctors was sufficient to control the epidemic in the entire Kothsoia.
The people receiving the "King's Touch" treatment have gathered, and preparations for the show are complete.
After receiving the order, the oath knight guarding the door put away the sword and opened the door.
The patients flocked in with anticipation.
There are many people receiving treatment, so the ritual changes the past tradition of entering one by one. All patients enter the spacious hall together, kneeling at the same time. And the king himself stepped down from the high platform to bestow health upon them. Ribbons tied with coins are instead issued by squires.
As the most prosperous port city, even if one-third of the population of Kossoya Port has died these days, it is still very large. Of course, it is impossible for everyone to receive the touch of the king. So then the king's attendants would walk into each street, and they would hand out coins with rose motifs tied to white ribbons to everyone else.
There is only one purpose -
Take the place of the cross in this plague.
Let the kingship shine on the retreat of theocratic power.
When the king withdrew his hand from the face of the last patient, he returned to the high platform and declared:
"The heroic souls of the ancestors of the Qiangwei family are protecting this beautiful city! The plague will soon be defeated!"
Following the king's words, the person who had already arranged it rang the ancient bronze bell.
For the first time these days, the sound of Hong bells echoed over the entire city.
In the sound of the bell, people saw the flock of crows, the symbol of death, fluttering from the headquarters of the Free Chamber of Commerce and flying in all directions of the city, like a cloud that was dispersed.
Death bows to the king!