Chapter 605 Exchange Agreement

A long silence followed.

Anna's eyes were not as calm as he had imagined. In the silent gaze, there was an undercurrent surging under the azure lake. There were worries and fears in it, but more determination - because of this, she His expression can be so firm.

As time passed quietly, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Roland finally realized that he might not be able to persuade her.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, but you have to promise me one request."

"you say."

"If there is any accident on the battlefield..." Roland licked his lips, "I mean just in case, I'm unlucky..."

"If something like that really happens, I will leave the northern border immediately," Anna said bluntly.

Roland couldn't help but startled.

"Are you worried that I will take revenge on the church and lose my life in vain?" She rubbed his cheek, "Nightingale and Ashes are the only ones who can do that. I will return to the West as soon as possible, and bring everyone who is willing to follow you, Go to Sleeping Island, take root there, and continue to fight against the Holy City. Your Majesty, although I really want to accompany you, I know you never want to see this.” She paused here, “So I I can promise you that before the world you want comes, I will continue to walk on your behalf until witches and ordinary people can live together without restraint."

He didn't answer, and he didn't need to answer... Anna's growth exceeded his imagination, and this was already the best reward for him coming to this world.

She reached out and unbuttoned Roland's clothes.

There is no need to say anything.

The two fell onto the bed hugging each other.

Heihuo pulled down the curtains, and put aside the clothes and bedding. At this moment, fate was firmly connected, as evidenced by the stars all over the sky.

...

Two days later, Roland gave his last speech before the expedition in the square.

The citizens who came after hearing the news crowded the square to the brim. After a year and a half of development, the former Border Town no longer existed, and it was replaced by the bustling and busy Neverwinter City. People's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes. Roland His prestige has also risen to an unprecedented height.

"My fellow citizens, good morning," he said as he stepped onto the podium, immediately greeted with overwhelming cheers.

"Long live the king!"

"Long live His Majesty Roland!"

There is no need for echoes or any encouragement. People consciously and enthusiastically uttered respectful voices, waving their hands like a surging ocean.

After a full quarter of an hour, the sound gradually subsided.

"You should already know," Roland said in a deep voice, looking at the countless pairs of reverent eyes in the audience, "The kingdom will usher in a self-defense war against the invaders, and the enemy is Herme who annexed Eternal Winter and Wolfheart The Holy City of Si! Today, only Graycastle and Dawn are left in the Four Kingdoms, and now, their goal has been aimed at us!"

"I know that some of you have believed in gods and churches. It is not shameful! Your kindness has been taken advantage of and your expectations have been deceived. Don't I blame liars and robbers, instead I blame the victims Of course not!" He raised his fist, "It is the church that should pay the price! Just for selling God's Stone of Retaliation, they earn hundreds of thousands of golden dragons every year— —and the money should belong to you!"

"Why? The reason is very simple. The nobles are unwilling to spend a lot of extra money to buy the sacred stone. Naturally, they transfer this part of the expenses to the citizens. Taxes, taxes, confiscation, and robbery—that's the reason. ! And it’s far more than just the sacred stone, building churches, resident priests, holy water baptism, I believe you are no strangers to these compulsory names!"

If you want to talk about what the people understand most and what they hate the most, it must be exploitation and oppression. The methods of the church are not as blatant as the nobles, but in the eyes of Roland, who has experienced many battles, it is not difficult to pierce this thin layer of fig leaf, and it is also handy to pour a few pots of sewage along the way.

"The church promised that this money will be exchanged for the blessing of the gods, but what happened? Before I came to the town, people always had enough food and clothing, and famine and severe cold would still come as promised every month of demons. Those who didn't pass closed their eyes forever, as for those who survived... Was it really because of the help of the church or the gods? No, they didn't do anything!" Roland suddenly raised his voice, "The only thing they are interested in is Drain your blood!"

The local residents vividly remember these things, and most of the refugees from other cities have also experienced the same experience. Angry commotion broke out in the square, and everyone attributed the pain they had suffered in the past to the church.

"So I will never surrender, let alone lose to such blood-sucking insects!" Roland waved his fists and shouted, "The First Army will grind them into powder, and no one will dare to plunder my people again. Don’t worry about paying money to build a church or pay off your sins, because these bullshit taxes will disappear in front of the new Graycastle!”

"Facts have proved that without the church, Neverwinter will be a better city, and so are other cities!"

"It is your hands and your spirit that created all this, not those illusory things. This is why I have repeatedly emphasized the glory of labor. Only labor can create wealth, and you are extremely glorious labor For those who want to be proud of this, without you, Neverwinter would not be as prosperous as it is today!"

He lowered his hands to silence the voices of the people, "So the first army is setting off, and they will go to the north to fight against the church that is watching all of this. If we lose, we will lose everything we have and go back to the The barren and miserable days of the past... Tell me aloud, would you like to go back to the past?"

The answer is self-evident.

"No, Your Majesty, we will fight the Church to the end!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kick them out of Graycastle!"

"Swear to defend His Majesty Roland!"

The audience gave a variety of answers, but everyone's expressions were very consistent—they were willing to defend everything that was hard-won.

"Well said, I don't need you to go out and kill the enemy, that's the responsibility of the First Army, and you don't have to pay the extra war tax, that's what the enemy does. You just have to continue to devote yourself to Neverwinter as before. Construction and production are the best help to the relatives who are fighting on the front line." Roland stroked his chest with his right hand, and then saluted, "We will surely win! Long live the Kingdom of Graycastle!"

"victory!"

"Long live!"

The people chanted these two words repeatedly, long after Roland left.

In the afternoon, the last batch of soldiers boarded the paddle steamer, and the army set off with the Roland as its flagship and whistled.

Goal - Glen Town!