Release that Witch - Chapter 1051

[Chapter 1030 Enthronement Ceremony]

“This guy…is too presumptuous,” Nightingale, who emerged from the mist, dissatisfied, “What did she mean by that!”

Indeed, since the last time I talked with Pearl of the Northland about the iron ax’s disposal of nobles, her attitude has changed slightly, as if giving people a sense of letting go of herself – although to Roland, this is not bad of.

“Hmm…” 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 body. Otherwise, I would have restrained her and asked what happened.”

“In that case, let her do it.” Roland smiled. “If everyone has to guess what they think, it would be too tiring. I don’t have that much energy.”

Nightingale, who was still aggrieved at first, froze for a moment, then pretended to be careless and turned her head away, “Say, you’re right… Usually, it’s enough to worry about one or two people.”

Well, with your level of cover-up, you’re showing everything you think in your heart on your face.

Roland tried his best to resist the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up, cleared his throat and said, “Then let’s go back to the office, there is still a lot of work to be done.”

For example, putting two internal combustion engines that have passed the type test into use – the power source alone is only the first step. How to mass-produce and manufacture matching mechanical equipment are all difficulties that need to be overcome.

In addition, there are also the design and assembly of armored trains, the production of biological colloids, and the expansion of more factories and troops, etc…

But compared to another thing, he can put all these tasks aside.

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

From the moment Livia arrived in Neverwinter, it meant that all the conditions before ascension to the throne had been fully prepared.

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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 people who had been screened 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 if there were still sporadic snowflakes floating in the sky, it couldn’t stop people from celebrating.

For this grand ceremony, the lord’s castle was also temporarily remodeled.

The outer wall of the vestibule was removed and replaced with a fence that does not obstruct the view; the furnishings in the yard were also removed and a flat grass was laid.

As long as you climb up the castle area along the long slope, you can have a panoramic view of the entire ceremony venue.

Long flags with red background and black border are 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 to this not-so-magnificent castle. Heaviness.

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

As if overnight, a diagonal brace was built on the bare facade, creating an extra semi-empty terrace on the second floor.

The front of the terrace happens to be facing the gate of the vestibule, where the king will no doubt receive the blessing of his subjects.

Only the designer, Minister Carl, knows that this quickly completed platform structure came from the hands of witches—after Ms. Agatha stretched out the ice wall on the castle wall, Ms. Soraya “painted” a picture of bricks and stones. layer, it becomes an indistinguishable part of the castle.

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

…

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

“Your Majesty, are you ready?” Wendy asked from outside the bedroom door, “All the ministers and guests have arrived, and we are just waiting for you to show up.”

“I see, it will be ready soon.” Roland responded, and turned to look at the girl in a pure white dress, “What do you think?”

“Wait a little longer… I’m still a little nervous,” the other party was Anna. She was standing in front of the window sill, overlooking the noisy crowd below through the curtain, with clear waves in her blue eyes, “Do you really want to Will you come on stage with me? The ceremonial officer said this has never happened before at enthronement ceremonies.”

She was not as fearless as he thought. Roland realized that even though Anna had always smiled at her before, when this moment came, she would still feel worried and confused.

Her excellence in learning and love of new knowledge make her full of confidence most of the time, and she shines like a genius when she devotes her body and mind to creation and production.

But apart from these auras, she is just a girl in her early twenties who grew up in a remote town.

Now that you 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’ll 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 and hugged her with open arms, “Then let me put it another way.”

“Another…word?”

“Well,” he took a breath and asked seriously, “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 a cage now, and…”

“And what?”

“The engagement 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, “Obey.”

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

The hall, which was still full of people, immediately fell silent. Everyone divided into two rows, lowered their heads slightly, and greeted Roland’s arrival.

He walked along the line – on the left were the witches of Neverwinter, he saw Tilly, Ashes, Nightingale, Wendy, Lightning, Agatha… familiar faces came into his eyes, compared to the three The refugees who had nowhere to live a few years ago have now reintegrated into the new social order and are gradually becoming an inseparable part of the human kingdom.

On the right are city hall officials and representatives from various places, such as Barov, Edith, Iron Axe, Karl, Kymer, Tasa, Yorko, etc… They together form the authority of the Kingdom of Graycastle, UUReading Bookwww .sonicmtl.com has changed from an unknown ordinary person to a rising political star.

According to the usual practice, ascension to 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 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 ceased to exist. He declined the ceremonial officer’s request to act on his behalf, but decided to wear crowns with Anna.

It was unprecedented in Graycastle for the coronation and empress appointment to be carried out at the same time.

The etiquette officer had naturally expressed objections, but it was not binding on him who was in power, and Barov also unexpectedly sided with him.

Roland bent down, let Anna wear the crown for himself first, and then gently placed another crown on top of her head.

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

“Long live my king!”

Amidst the voices of the crowd, he took Anna’s hand and walked step by step towards the stairs built at one end of the hall, passed through the overhead dome, and climbed onto the castle terrace.

A raging wave suddenly set off below the courtyard!

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

“Long live His Majesty Roland!”

“Long live the king!”

“Long live Neverwinter!”

The cheers were deafening and went straight into the sky, as if a pot had exploded in the crowd, ribbons and petals were sprinkled from the terrace, flying with the cold wind, covering up the momentum of ice and snow for a while.

In the distance, the roar of artillery came from the camp of the First Army, which echoed the long ringing of bells above the city—at that moment, at the intersection of the wilderness and the border of the West, the King of Graycastle was born. .

[End of this Chapter]