Journey to the Royal Capital - Part 2

Although there are only twelve soldiers, even though the Cecil family has long been far from the political center of the kingdom, even the family's last property in the royal capital has been taken over by the royal family a hundred years ago, Gawain is still the most eye-catching Man entering the city, and played the banner from seven hundred years ago.

　　That flag could only be used when Gawain Cecil was still alive. Using this flag is not so much to show his sense of existence, it is to signal the current Anzu royal family——

　　"It was not the seventeen-year-old Viscount Cecil who entered the city, but the Grand Duke of the South."

　　Upon hearing the news returned by the attendant, Francis II immediately understood what the "ancient man" meant to him. The old king walked to the terrace of the Silver Fort and looked toward the Cecil family who enter the city. .

　　At this distance, he couldn't see anything—this city was already too big. Did the ancient man who had fallen asleep 700 years ago surprised when he stepped into this city?

　　Will he realize that after seven hundred years, everything is no longer what it used to be?

　　The attendant was still waiting for his order. Francis II retracted his gaze and looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man: "Receive him according to the standard of receiving a duke, and then tell him I will meet him at noon tomorrow, please The Grand Duke of the Southern Territory for the rest of the day in Baiyinbao to ease the strain on the journey."

　　The attendant took the order, but before he was about to retreat, Francis II called him again: "In addition, except for the arrangement of the meeting, all the requirements put forward by Grand Duke Cecil are to be met as much as possible there is no room for failure in etiquette. "

　　The attendant retired, and a handsome young man in a formal dress with short light gold hair came up from the side-he had been standing by a nearby pillar before: "Father, do you think Is the 'resurrected' Grand Duke true or not?"

　　"This is not important," Francis II looked at his heir, "Although Andrew sent the letter, although we have received a lot of news, the specific details about ancient grand prince not available, just Look at the next development. As for now, I can only say... if it is really not a scheme, the resurrected ancient man gave us a big surprise."

　　The young man lowered his eyelids and made an appearance of asking for advice: "What do you think of his intentions?"

　　"Before the meeting, all his intentions could only be guessed. Judging his style of behavior based on the momentum he created along the way and the rumors that were obviously promoted, he would definitely not express his intentions clearly in advance." The king shook his head. "You can find a chance to get in touch with him and see his attitude, but you have to figure it out. We are facing an unprecedented situation. Don't irritate him."

　　The young man agreed, turned, and left the room.

　　But Francis II turned around and continued to look in the city's direction, but he sighed slightly in his heart.

　　He is still too young, and his heir is not very good at hiding true thoughts. He was so concerned about the ancient man who fell from the sky-or crawled out of the ground, that he could see him at a glance.

　　But it's not a big deal, anyway. Instead of letting him get in touch in private, it's better to give this opportunity.

　　After seeing the attendant leaving the palace on horseback, Francis II nodded and said to the air next to him: "Dark Crow, monitor Gawain Cecil and his party, and you must report everything."

　　As soon as the old king's voice fell, a veil under the nearby pillar shook slightly, but no figure appeared.

　　"In addition, don't get too close. If it is really a legend 700 years ago, you will be discovered if you rush closer." The old king added.

　　The veil under the pillar was motionless.

　　...

　　Gawain and his entourage entered from the main entrance of Saint-Sunil and rode all the way through the central avenue. Almost half of the city knew the news. Before reaching the Silver Fort, the group met the team sent by the king to greet him. .

　 greeted team was luxurious, and the stage was very grand. Red carpet was spread from the depths of the Silver Fort, all the way to the feet of Gawain. The costumed servers and maids sprinkled petals along the way, and trumpeters and drummers played music in two rows. All this means that His Majesty the King may have prepared for over one day-but Gawain can still be sure that if his way of entering the city is changed, or the day of entering the city is earlier, the welcome at this moment will be different.

　　God knows how many plans the King has dealt with this moment.

　　Although Gawain himself has no life experience dealing with nobles or royal families, there is a lot of relevant knowledge and experience in the memory of his mind. Although Gawain Cecil was from the barbaric era at the beginning of the founding of Anzu, He also experienced the glorious years of the Gondor Empire—he couldn't see what Anzu was like 700 years later, but he knew what the Gondor Empire was like 700 years ago.

　　The level of complexity of the human empire that flourished 700 years ago was beyond the imagination of the mainland countries today.

　　"Please follow me to Silver Fort. His Majesty the King has ordered the most luxurious rooms and the best meals, as well as hot spring water to relieve the fatigue of all the distinguished guests. The meeting is arranged at noon tomorrow. Please take a good rest tonight."

　　A reception official with a calm temperament-an inner court noble who doesn't know which surname-stood in front of Gawain and said politely and thoughtfully. Gawain turned to look at Rebecca next to him, only to find this silly girl is looking around curiously, widening her eyes.

　　Although she worked hard to maintain her stability along the way, in front of the Silver Fort, during the grand welcome ceremony, the lord lady from the country was immediately shocked, her eyes were no longer calm, she don't know whether to look at the neat and gorgeous guards of honor first, or look at the majestic palace in the distance, whose entire exterior wall is covered with silver foil.

　　"I thought the king would be eager to see me," Gawain shrugged and did not dismount, but looked down at the reception officer. "After all, it is difficult to see a person who popped out of a coffin. "

　　The reception officer was slightly stunned, probably because he didn't expect the legendary Grand Duke's acting style to be like this, but he quickly adjusted it: "Your Majesty has considered the troubles of the chariots, so I will arrange the meeting time until tomorrow."

　　"Really..." Gawain deliberately paused for a long time, and continued when the reception officer was about to break out in a cold sweat, "Then I would like to thank Your Majesty for your kindness. But since I don't see each other today, then I am fine. I don't want to enter a castle—I am not used to living in the Silver Fort."

　　The reception officer's face changed slightly: "Then you..."

　　"It's better to live in my home," Gao Wen smiled, "I just don't know if four Crown Street has been demolished after 700 years?"

　　Hearing the words No. 4 Crown Street, the reception officials and several nearby court officials changed their expressions involuntarily: Although Francis II reminded them, they really did not expect that Gao Wen's request would be in this direction. !

　　That was the residence of Gawain Cecil in the royal capital seven hundred years ago.

　　Although Gawain Cecil was the Duke of the South and lived in the southern fief most of the time, like other pioneers of the same period, he also had his own residence in the capital, which was built by founding King Charles I. The mansions built for each of the first pioneering knights, and these mansions are on Crown Street-the nearest block to the Silver Fort.

　　Whenever the pioneers went from their fiefs to the king to discuss, they would live in their own mansion, which was the rule of that year.

　　Now that seven hundred years have passed, all the pioneers (except for the one who just cheated by the corpse) have died, but every house on Crown Street still maintains its original appearance, and the royal family is still investing in it. Maintain continuous renovation and repair work to ensure that they can exist forever.

　　They have actually become a kind of living fossils, but these living fossils are still inhabited today: the descendants of the pioneers are still alive and have inherited the legacy of their ancestors.

　　The only exception is the Cecil family-it has been a hundred years since the birth of a talented Cecil in these years, No. 4 Crown Street...

　　"Four Crown Street..." the reception official said hesitantly, "It is still there, but it has been completely renovated many times..."

　　"Oh, that's for sure it's just a house, not as strong as a castle," Gawain laughed. "But since it has been refurbished, it means it's well preserved now? It should be fine for me to live in?"

　　"Of course..." The reception officer had originally planned to say that he had to ask the king to decide, but after seeing Gawain's still face, he couldn't speak, "But..."

　　"I know, it has been taken back by the royal family, right?" Gao Wen didn't intend to embarrass a person who was just running errands, so he said, "But I heard that there are no people there now-in fact this No one has lived in for a hundred years, right?"

　　"Yes, duke withdrew... and a lot of things are there, no one dared to take them away, and no one is qualified to inherit them, so No. 4 Crown Street is still vacant."

　　Gao Wen continued to smile: "Since there is no one to inherit, I should be fine if I go back to my house for one night?"

　　"Of course," the reception official remembered the order the king's attendant had given him, and had to nod his head. "Then please wait a moment, I will lead the way..."

　　"No, I still remember my home." Gawain waved his hand. "You can go back and speak to the king and tell him I will come to visit him at Baiyinbao on time at noon tomorrow."

　　Then he turned his horse and patted Rebecca on the head before leaving: "Stupid boy, let's go."

　　Rebecca was shocked: "Hey? ancestor is not living in the palace today?"

　　"What's good in the palace? When I built it, I told Charlie that the soil he chose was not good enough. In the third year after it was built, the roof cracked a big hole. Come, I'll take you to the place where I lived. A place, that's like a home."

　　Looking at the figure of Gawain and his party leaving on their own, the reception officer felt that the long-boiling sweat on his forehead finally shed, and then he grabbed the person next to him: "Hurry, send a druid who can turn into a bird! Go to the crown Street number four, let them prepare everything quickly!"