"This guy... is too presumptuous," Nightingale, who emerged from the mist, said dissatisfiedly, "What does she mean by that!"
Indeed, since the last time she talked with Beidi Pearl about Iron Axe's disposal of the nobles, her attitude has changed slightly, as if giving people a sense of freeing herself, although for Roland, this is not a bad thing.
"Um..." He thought for a moment, "Can you judge the authenticity of this sentence?"
"It's true," Nightingale curled her lips. "At least I didn't lie about wanting you to pay attention to your body, otherwise I would have controlled her and asked what happened."
"If that's the case, then let her go." Roland laughed. "If everyone has to guess what everyone thinks, it's too tiring. I don't have that much energy."
Nightingale, who was still angry at first, froze for a moment, then turned her head away, pretending to be indifferent, "Say, that's right... Usually it's almost enough to worry about one or two people."
Well, with your level of cover-up, you just put what you think on your face. Roland tried his best to hold back the corners of his mouth that he wanted to raise, and cleared his throat, "Then let's go back to the office, there is still a lot of work to be done."
For example, putting into use two types of internal combustion engines that have passed the finalization test is only the first step. How to mass-produce and manufacture matching mechanical equipment are all difficulties that need to be overcome urgently. In addition, there are the design and assembly of armored trains, the production of bio-colloids, and the expansion of more factories and troops, etc...
But compared to another thing, he can put these jobs aside.
Although it does not have much significance in itself, it is essential to gather public opinion after completing this form.
The moment Livia arrived in Neverwinter City, it meant that all the preconditions for ascending the throne were ready.
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A week later, the Neverwinter Castle area was opened to the public for the first time. Under the guidance of the police and personal guards, thousands of selected people gathered in and around the courtyard, excitedly waiting for the arrival of the new king's coronation. Outside the castle district, the streets are full of lights and people. Even if there are still sporadic snowflakes in the sky, it can't stop the enthusiasm of people to celebrate.
For this ceremony, the Lord's Castle was temporarily remodeled.
The outer wall of the vestibule was removed and replaced with a fence that did not obstruct the view; the furnishings in the courtyard were also removed and covered with flat grass. As long as you climb up the castle area along the long slope, you can have a panoramic view of the entire ceremony site.
Long banners with a red background and a black border hang on both sides of the castle, hanging from the roof to the ground. This color combination is particularly eye-catching against the snow-covered background, and it adds to this not-so-magnific castle. Heaviness.
The biggest change comes from the second floor of the castle
As if overnight, a diagonal brace was built on the bare facade, adding a half-empty terrace on the second floor. The front of the terrace just faces the vestibule gate, and there is no doubt that the king will receive the blessings of his subjects here.
Only the designer, Minister Carl, knew that this quickly completed platform structure was created by the hand of the witch, after Ms. Agatha stretched out the ice wall on the castle wall, and then Miss Soraya "painted" a masonry layer. , it has become part of the castle's indistinguishable authenticity.
In such weather, the thick wall of ice is strong enough to last for days.
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At this moment, there is another scene in the castle.
"Your Majesty, are you ready?" Wendy asked from outside the bedroom door, "All the ministers and guests have arrived, just waiting for you to show up."
"I know, I'll be fine right away." Roland responded and turned to look at the girl in a pure white dress, "What do you think?"
"Wait a minute... I'm still a little nervous," the other party was Anna, who was standing in front of the windowsill, looking down at the noisy crowd through the curtain, her blue eyes were clearly turbulent, "You really want to meet Do I go on stage together? The ceremonial officer said that there has never been such a thing at the past enthronement ceremony."
She was not as fearless as he thought, and Roland realized that even though Anna had always faced each other with smiling faces before, when this moment came, she would still be worried and confused. Her excellence in learning and her love for new knowledge make her confident most of the time, and she shines like a genius when she devotes her body and mind to creation and production. But apart from these halos, she is just a girl in her early twenties who grew up in a remote township.
Now that you 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 person to make an exception. Or do you want me to crown myself alone?"
"Of course not," Anna shook her head, "I just..."
Roland stepped forward and hugged her with open arms, "Then let me put it another way."
"Another... statement?"
"Well," he took a breath and asked pretending to be serious, "Miss Anna, I want to hire you to be my wife, are you willing?"
"Pfft," Anna couldn't help laughing, "No way! I'm not a prisoner in a cage now, and..."
"And what?"
"The engagement time is too short." She hammered Roland on the shoulder, and then extended her right hand wearing a white gauze to him, "Thank you, Roland. Take me down."
Roland held her palm firmly, "Yes."
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Opening the door, the two slowly walked through the corridor, walked down the stairs, and entered the hall on the first floor.
The hall, which was still full of people, immediately quieted down, everyone divided into two columns, bowed their heads slightly, and greeted Roland's arrival.
He walked along the line all the way to the left of the witches of Neverwinter. He saw Tilly, Ashes, Nightingale, Wendy, Lightning, Agatha... Familiar faces came into his eyes. The refugees who have settled in, they have now reintegrated into the new social order and are becoming an inseparable part of the human kingdom.
On the right are the officials of the city hall and representatives from various places, such as Barov, Edith, Iron Axe, Karl, Kemo, Thassa, Yorko, etc... They together form the authority of the Kingdom of Greycastle, which has never been known ordinary people into rising political stars.
By convention, ascending the throne would be an extremely tedious process, but for witches and Neverwinter officials, Roland's kingship was already an established fact, so this process was greatly simplified.
He took Anna's hand and walked to the center of the hall where there was a stone table with two golden crowns erected on the table.
Neither Wimbledon III nor the Church of Hermes no longer existed. He declined the request of the ceremonial officer to do it for him, and decided to wear a crown with Anna instead.
The coronation and the enthronement were carried out at the same time, which was unprecedented in Greycastle.
The etiquette officer has naturally expressed objections, but it has no binding force on him, who is in power, and Barov unexpectedly sided with him.
Roland bent down and asked Anna to put the crown on herself, and then gently placed the other crown on top of her head.
When the two turned around, everyone knelt down on one knee.
"Long live my king!"
In the voice of the crowd, he took Anna's hand and walked step by step to the terrace built at one end of the hall, passed through the overhead dome, and boarded the terrace of the castle.
A turbulent wave was suddenly set off under the courtyard!
Before he could raise his hand, the crowd who had been waiting for a long time had vented their respect.
"Long live His Majesty Roland!"
"Long live the king!"
"Long live Neverwinter!"
The cheers were deafening and soared into the sky. The crowd seemed to explode. The ribbons and petals fell from the terrace, and they flew with the cold wind, covering the momentum of the ice and snow for a while.
In the distance, the roar of artillery also came from the camp of the First Army, which echoed with the long ringing of the bells over the city. At the intersection of the wilderness and the western border, the king of Greycastle was born.