Chapter 1030 The Throne Ceremony

"This guy... is too presumptuous," Nightingale emerged from the mist and said dissatisfied, "What on earth does she mean by this!"

Indeed, since the last time she talked to Northland Pearl about Iron Ax's treatment of the nobles, her attitude has changed slightly, as if giving people a sense of letting go - although for Roland, this is not bad. of.

"Well..." 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 health, otherwise I would have controlled her and asked her what happened."

"In that case, let her go." Roland said with a smile, "If you have to guess everyone's thoughts, it would be too tiring. I don't have that much energy."

Nightingale, who was still indignant at first, hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head pretending to be careless, "That's right... I usually only worry about one or two people."

Well, with your level of concealment, you are just showing everything on your face. Roland tried his best to hold back the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up, cleared his throat and said, "Then let's go back to the office. There is still a lot of work to be done next."

For example, putting two internal combustion engines that have passed the finalization test into use - the power source alone is only the first step. How to mass-produce them and manufacture matching mechanical equipment are all difficulties that need to be overcome urgently. In addition, there are also the design and assembly of armored trains, the flow manufacturing of biocolloids, the expansion of more factories and armies, etc...

But compared to other things, he can put these tasks aside for a while.

Although it does not have much significance in itself, completing this form is essential to gathering public opinion.

From the moment Livia arrived in Neverwinter, it meant that all the conditions before ascending to the throne were in place.

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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 screened people gathered inside and outside the courtyard, excitedly waiting for the arrival of the new king's coronation moment. Outside the castle area, the streets were even more decorated with lights and crowded with people - even though there were still scattered snowflakes in the sky, it could not stop people's enthusiasm for celebration.

For this ceremony, the Lord's Castle was also temporarily renovated.

The outer wall of the vestibule was removed and replaced with a fence that did not obstruct the view; the furnishings in the yard were also removed and flat grass was paved. As long as you climb up the long slope to the castle area, you can have a panoramic view of the entire ceremony venue.

Long flags with red background and black edges were hung on both sides of the castle, hanging from the roof to the ground. This color combination is particularly eye-catching in the snow-covered background, and it also adds a sense of style to this not-so-grand castle. Heaviness.

The biggest change comes on the second floor of the castle.

As if overnight, a diagonal brace was built on the bare facade, creating a semi-empty terrace on the second floor. The front of the terrace just faces the vestibule gate, where there is no doubt that the king will receive the blessings of his subjects.

Only the designer, Minister Karl, knew that this quickly completed platform structure was the work of a witch - after Ms. Agatha extended an ice wall on the castle wall, Ms. Soraya "painted" a masonry layer, it becomes an indistinguishable part of the castle.

In such weather, the thick ice wall is enough to last for several days.

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At this moment, there was another scene in the castle.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?" Wendy's voice came 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 soon." Roland responded, turning to look at the girl wearing a pure white dress, "What do you think?"

"Wait a minute...I'm still a little nervous." The other person was Anna. She stood in front of the window sill, looking down through the curtains at the noisy crowd below, with obvious waves in her blue eyes, "Do you really want to Will you come on stage with me? The ceremonial officer said that nothing like this has ever happened at previous coronation ceremonies."

She was not as fearless as he thought. Roland realized that although Anna had always smiled at her before, when this moment came, she would still be worried and confused. Her excellence in learning and her love for new knowledge make her full of confidence most of the time. When she devotes her body and mind to creation and production, she shines like a genius. But apart from these auras, she is just a girl in her early twenties who grew up in a remote town.

Now that we 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 will be the first one 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, opened his arms and hugged her, "Then let me explain it differently."

"Another way of saying it?"

"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! I'm not a prisoner in the cage now, and..."

"And what?"

"The contract is too short." She hammered Roland's shoulder hard, and then stretched out her right hand wearing a white gauze to him, "Thank you, Roland. Take me down."

Roland held her palm firmly and said, "Yes."

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Opening the door, the two slowly walked through the corridor, walked down the stairs, and entered the lobby on the first floor.

The originally bustling hall immediately fell silent. Everyone divided into two rows and bowed their heads slightly to welcome Roland's arrival.

He walked along the procession - on the left were the witches of Neverwinter. He saw Tilly, Ashes, Nightingale, Wendy, Lightning, Agatha...familiar faces came into his eyes. Compared with the three The refugees who had no place to stay a few years ago have now been reintegrated into the new social order and are becoming an inseparable part of the human kingdom little by little.

On the right are city hall officials and representatives from various places, such as Barov, Edith, Iron Ax, Karl, Kaimo, Thassa, Yorko, etc... Together they form the power structure of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Ordinary people have become rising political stars.

Conventionally, ascending the throne would be an extremely cumbersome process, but for the witches and Neverwinter officials, Roland's position as king was already an established fact, so this process was greatly simplified.

He took Anna's hand and walked to the center of the hall - there was a stone table with two golden crowns standing on it.

Neither Wimbledon III nor the Church of Hermes no longer existed. He declined the ceremonial officer's request to serve as his replacement, and instead decided to exchange crowns with Anna.

The enthronement and coronation and the title of queen were held at the same time, which was unprecedented in Graycastle.

The etiquette officer naturally expressed his dissent, but it had no binding force on him, who held the power, and Barov unexpectedly sided with him.

Roland bent down and asked Anna to put the crown on her head, then gently placed the other crown on her head.

When the two turned around, everyone knelt down on one knee.

"Long live my king!"

Amid the shouts of everyone, he took Anna's hand and walked step by step towards the staircase built at one end of the hall, passed through the overhead dome, and climbed to the terrace of the castle.

A raging wave suddenly set off below the courtyard!

Before he could raise his hand, the crowd who had been waiting for a long time expressed their respect in their hearts.

"Long live His Majesty Roland!"

"Long live the king!"

"Long live Neverwinter!"

The cheers were deafening and soared into the sky, and the crowd seemed to explode. Colorful ribbons and flower petals fell from the terrace, flying in the cold wind, temporarily overshadowing the momentum of the ice and snow.

In the distance, the roar of artillery could also be heard from the camp of the First Army, complementing the sound of bells ringing over the city. At that moment, at the intersection of the wild wilderness and the border of the West, the King of Graycastle was born. .