Chapter 481 The City of Neverwinter

On the appointed day for the city's founding, Roland got up very early.

He shaved off the stubble on his cheeks, gathered his long gray hair behind his head, tied it into a simple bun, and finally trimmed his eyebrows with small scissors - after living for a year, he was already able to complete these tasks very skillfully. To handle the work, there is no need to rely on the help of maids.

Looking into the slightly blurry silver mirror, I can see that I in the mirror have a rather fairy-like air. If I put on a loose robe and match this look, I wouldn't be surprised if I said I was a practitioner hiding in the city. Pass.

Roland nodded with satisfaction, got up and headed to the office.

Barov was already waiting in the room.

"Your Highness," he saluted, "the flying courier to Changsong Fortress has been released, and it is expected to arrive at the fortress castle in half an hour."

"Well, how's the scene arrangement going?"

"It was all completed yesterday afternoon, and it currently appears to be enough to accommodate the entire population of the town," the steward responded.

"Good job," Roland praised and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The Impasse Mountains and Hidden Forest in the distance are still white, and the morning sun shines on the snow, reflecting wisps of golden light. On the streets of the nearby town, moving figures can already be seen. They gather in twos and threes towards the west, heading towards the rubble city wall area.

As a defense line against the attack of evil beasts last year, this stone city wall, which was quickly piled up with cement, played an important role. But now, it has become the dividing line between the inner and outer areas of the town. Roland didn't like this clear division of symbols of rich and poor, so except for the commemorative gap section and the tower area, it was only a matter of time before it was completely demolished. But before that, you can still make good use of it - the number of people in front and behind the city wall can far exceed that of the square, so Roland set the location of the city's declaration in the middle of the stone wall.

According to the plan, in order to strengthen the impact of the construction of the city on the residents of the two places, Longsong Fortress will also announce the construction of the city at the same time. The synchronization of the two places will be achieved by flying couriers. When the first courier flies into the hands of Pelor, Roland will take the stage. On the occasion of the speech.

Now, this gray falcon carrying the news should be soaring between the mountains and the Chishui River, passing the note tied to its claws to both places as usual, Roland thought to himself, but it didn't know, What kind of news does it carry, and what kind of significance does it have? From the moment it lands, both Border Town and Changge Fortress will...become history.

"Let's go," he gathered his thoughts and turned around.

"Yes, Your Highness." Barov smiled.

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Perro Hermon stepped onto the wooden platform that was set up step by step and looked around.

There were not many people in the square, at least far less than the scene when the porridge was distributed a week ago.

This is not surprising. People care very little about things other than food and clothing. Compared with the free distribution of wheat porridge, the city founding ceremony sounds less relevant to ordinary people.

Even he himself felt that His Highness was a bit unnecessary.

After the end of the evil month, fewer city residents applied for jobs at the city hall than they thought. The notice recruiting handymen and construction workers was posted for a week, but now less than half of the number of people hired was less than half of what was planned. And rats seem to be showing signs of resurgence. At least the number of reports received by the police department is increasing day by day. Just checking the authenticity is giving them a headache. His friend Ren Mede complained to him that the arresting team would have to at least double the number of people to be busy.

This is quite in line with Perot's expectations.

The people are like this, lazy, greedy and ignorant... How much return can His Highness get from spending so much thought on them? What puzzled Pero the most was that Roland Wimbledon was obviously a royal noble. Where did that inexplicable confidence in the people come from?

But no matter what, he was firmly tied to the prince's chariot, and all he could do was follow him to the end.

There was an eagle cry in the distance, and a gray figure appeared in the sky.

Perrault launched into a prepared speech.

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"Your Highness, it's almost time," Barov reminded.

The sun has risen in the sky, and the shadow on the sundial is pointing to nine o'clock. Roland nodded and walked to the fence of the gate tower. Seeing the prince's appearance, the noisy chatter below quickly turned into unanimous enthusiastic cheers. The townspeople raised their hands one after another, and waves seemed to rise in the crowd.

Both sides of the city wall were filled with a dense crowd. The total number of people was estimated to be more than 20,000, which meant that most of the residents of the town had gathered here at this moment. Roland was glad that he did not hold the founding ceremony in the central square, which could not accommodate such a large number of enthusiastic people.

He waved his hands to both sides and lowered his voice, "Hello, my fellow citizens."

The echoed, amplified sound echoed above the town.

"I believe that each of you is aware of what is about to happen today. This town, built for the North Slope Mine, will soon become a real city."

"In the past, the Demonic Moon was a nightmare for Border Town. In order to survive, everyone had to leave this place and flee to the fortress for refuge. Now, we are firmly stationed here, trying to destroy Osmond, who wants to destroy the peace of the Western Territory. Ryan fell, and the church, which deliberately murdered witches and enslaved the people, got out of this land. Even Tifeco Wimbledon, who tried to destroy me, failed to succeed - even if he turned the southern and eastern parts of the kingdom into A sea of ​​​​fire, but the town is still safe. I think the people who fled here understand this."

Roland's words quickly received a response from the crowd.

"That's right, he burned down Eagle City and Bishui Port was also looted!"

"The new king raided Golden Spike City, and those knights behaved no differently than bandits, even more outrageous!"

"He took my son away and said he wanted to serve as a guard in the royal capital. God...he is only fifteen years old!"

The prince stretched out his hand and pressed down, "And these tragedies will never happen again. The new city was built just for this! Only by uniting more people can we keep the vicious enemies away and let them taste it." He paid the price for his wanton behavior." He paused, "And this is also my city - I hereby promise that Roland Wimbledon will never abandon any of the people who follow him. Even if Graycastle is unified, he will I won’t leave here either!”

There was an uproar under the city wall.

"Your Highness, you..." Barov behind him said in surprise.

Roland made a silent gesture, "Yes, this will become the new royal capital of Graycastle, and the kingdom will be reborn here! I believe that even if the endless cold comes, this city will still be as warm as spring! " He paused for a moment, then raised his right hand, "From today on, Border Town and Changsong Fortress will be merged into one, and its name will be - "

"Long live Neverwinter!"

"Long live Neverwinter—Long live—!"

Everyone was excited, deafening slogans resounded throughout the sky, snow and fog rose on the side of the mountains, and the rolling echoes continued to rise and fall along the mountains for a long time...

Roland looked at the cheering citizens and his heart was filled with excitement. The fire of change has been sown, and one day, he will see this spark turn into a prairie fire and sweep across the entire continent.

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The volume of Sparks of Fire is finished (to be continued.)