With the low whistle sound, the Roland docked smoothly at the pier. Probably because the ship was named after the Great Chief, when Lorgar walked off the trestle, he found that people coming and going on the pier all stopped and raised his right hand in the direction of the big ship.
The soldiers of the First Army on the ship also replied to everyone in the same posture.
That should be a special etiquette.
It's just that the etiquette is different from the etiquette she's seen. It seems that neither of the two parties is in the position of a lower-ranking person. Whether it's giving or receiving a salute, both parties are equal... This made it a little difficult for her to understand. If both parties are of the same status, why do they need to bow? In her opinion, no matter whether it is kneeling or clenching a fist, there is always one person who is the recipient, so that the meaning of admiration and obedience can be expressed.
And she noticed that even the children playing by the pier were in the same pose, with their chests raised. During this process, no one's expression was humble and unwilling, and everyone's eyes were full of joy and vitality. Through such etiquette, they seem to have completed an indescribable communication.
"This is a military salute," Ashes said voluntarily. "At first, I didn't understand why they did this. I thought it was Roland Wimbledon forcing the people to do so, but later I found out that it was not what I thought."
Lorgar raised his brows in surprise, "It has nothing to do with the name of the ship Roland?"
"Yes, as long as a ship carrying the First Army comes to shore, they will spontaneously raise their hands and salute, because this means that another group of family members who have gone abroad have returned safely."
"But they don't look like... a family," the third princess hesitated. Shouldn't it be more exciting if it is greeted by family members? And the soldiers are basically all men, and there are very few women on the dock. Does each of them happen to have a brother
Andrea shrugged and said, "All the members of the First Army are from Neverwinter, which means that not only do most of the residents have joined the army, but there are also many in the neighborhood. This is not the same as the mercenaries who go around for a living, and the forced recruitment. The militiamen who come here are completely different, more like a job full of honor. They celebrate the return of other people's children, and others will also celebrate the safe arrival of their relatives for them. This is probably what His Majesty called the "people's army". meaning. "
Made up of all subjects... an army
The wolf girl showed a thoughtful look and followed the witch and her party into Neverwinter City.
The first image of this city, known as the new capital of Graycastle, was that it was neat. Apart from the constant stream of pedestrians, both the houses and the streets were arranged in a straight line, even the trees on both sides of the road were all in a straight line. in this way. This compact arrangement made her feel a little depressed. Although it looked magnificent, it was not as comfortable as Iron Sand City.
And to her disappointment, there was not much snow in Neverwinter, and even the hard road beneath her feet was dry. Only on the branches and roofs could you see a little remnant of white snow.
Hopes of visiting a pure white snow city were lost.
Of course, this place is not without its advantages.
Lorgar found that there were huge plaques hanging above some houses next to the street, with various signs written on them, such as Old Orion Leather, Papyrus House, North Slope Gem Shop, etc... Although many horizontal signs were still blank, only the These had already made her dizzy.
Moreover, there are even signs erected at each intersection, not only marking where each fork leads to, but also marking the corresponding streets with names.
For example, what she is walking now is the Bright Avenue.
The Wolf Girl quickly realizes that this is of great help to strangers who set foot in Neverwinter for the first time. Through these signs, she can quickly remember the general appearance of the city, know where to buy and sell goods, and where to stay overnight, thus avoiding the trouble of turning to local smugglers or rats.
In talking with those traveling merchants who travel to and from the extreme south, what she hears most is the pioneering stories of new arrivals. Unfamiliar cities are always full of hardships and setbacks. In a sense, it is also tantamount to putting yourself in a disadvantaged situation.
And such a small gesture greatly facilitated the newcomer. Even she felt an inexplicable kindness when she saw the street signs, as if the city was welcoming her.
Perhaps it is because of this that these bustling and busy streets and alleys are taken for granted.
Unfortunately, Lorgar did not have much time to appreciate this foreign city.
Ashes quickly brought her into the lord's castle. After waiting in the hall for a long time, a guard brought a reply from the king of Ashcastle, "Come with me, your majesty agrees with you."
For some reason, Lorgar suddenly became a little nervous.
She secretly took a deep breath, followed the guards up to the third floor, and then walked into a transparent study by herself.
Behind the mahogany table by the floor-to-ceiling window sat a surprisingly young man, dressed in a plain robe, with gray hair and a shawl. He was neither wearing a crown, nor did he have a wrench or ring on his fingers. While playing with a quill, he was looking at her with interest.
Is this the Great Chief who turned the world upside down in the extreme south
Lorgar had difficulty connecting the other person with the image he envisioned for a while.
In her mind, a person with extensive knowledge and extraordinary martial arts philosophy should be an elder who has entered the age of no confusion, has wrinkles on his forehead, the braid from his beard reaches his chest, and has deep eyes. Even if the northerners don't like to have their beards in long braids, they shouldn't be so young!
It was only at this moment that she realized that she had missed an important thing, that is, while carefully inquiring about the powerful warriors in Neverwinter City, she forgot to ask about the situation of the Great Chief.
After hesitating for a moment, the third princess decided to salute according to the rules of the Mojin people.
Shaking her ears, she touched the ground with both knees, and slowly fell down. After all, Lorgar had heard of the saying that gray hair is a symbol of the blood of the royal family of Graycastle.
"You are the goddess of the Crazy Flame Clan, right?" The other party didn't deliberately ask her to salute for too long, and as soon as his forehead touched the ground, he said, "Get up, Xian Lang, welcome to Neverwinter City. I am Roland Wimbledon, the King of Greycastle, and of course your Great Chief."
Yin wolf? Luo Jia secretly frowned slightly, what is this called? Are wolves still virtuous
But she quickly stood up as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't heard this sentence, "My name is Lorgar Burning, Your Majesty. As for the title of the goddess... Since we are here, it is more appropriate to call the witch. In addition, I On behalf of the Flame Clan, I salute you, my father, Goulz Burning Fire, and may your rule be as long as the Oasis."
But this time she didn't get an immediate response.
When she was secretly suspicious, the wolf girl quietly raised her eyes, but found that the other party's eyes stayed on her long ears.