Release that Witch - Chapter 842

[Chapter 832 Meeting with the King]

Accompanied by the sound of a low whistle, the Roland docked steadily at the pier.

Probably because the ship was named after the great chief, when Lorgar walked down the trestle bridge, he found that people walking back and forth on the pier all stopped in unison and raised their right hands in the direction of the big ship.

And the soldiers of the First Army on the ship also responded to everyone in the same gesture.

That should be a special etiquette.

It’s just that the etiquette is different from the ones she’s seen. Neither side seems to be in the position of the inferior. Whether it’s giving or receiving a gift, both parties are equal… This makes her a little hard to understand.

If the status of both parties is the same, why is there a need to salute?

In her opinion, no matter kneeling or making a fist salute, there must always be one party receiving the salute, so as to express admiration and obedience.

And she noticed that even the children playing by the pier were in the same pose, pushing their chests out.

During this process, no one looked humble and unwilling, and everyone’s eyes were full of joy and vitality.

Through such etiquette, they seem to have completed an indescribable communication.

“This is a military salute,” Ashes took the initiative to say. “At first, I didn’t understand why they did this. I thought it was Roland Wimbledon who forced the citizens to do this. Later, I realized that it was not what I thought.”

Lorgar raised his eyebrows in surprise, “It has nothing to do with the name of the ship Roland?”

“That’s right, as long as a ship carrying the First Army docks, they will spontaneously raise their hands and salute, because this means that another group of family members who have gone overseas have returned safely.”

“But they don’t look like… a family,” the third princess hesitated.

Shouldn’t you be even more excited if you are greeted by your family?

And the soldiers are basically all men, and there are very few women on the docks. Does every one of them happen to have a brother?

Andrea shrugged, “All the members of the First Army are from Neverwinter, which means that not only most of the residents have joined the army, but also many neighbors. The militiamen who came here are completely different, more like a job full of honor. They celebrate the return of other people’s children, and others will celebrate the safe arrival of their relatives for them-this is probably what His Majesty called “the people’s army” ” meaning.

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An army composed entirely of civilians?

The wolf girl showed a thoughtful expression, and followed the witch and her party into Neverwinter.

The first image that this city, known as the new capital of Graycastle, gave her was that it was neat. Apart from the endless stream of pedestrians, both the houses and the streets were arranged in a straight line, and even the trees on both sides of the road were in this way.

This compact arrangement made her feel a little depressed. Although it looked magnificent, it was not as comfortable as Iron Sand City.

And to her disappointment, there was not much snow in Neverwinter, and even the hard road under her feet was dry, and only a little remnant of white snow could be seen on the branches and roofs.

The hope of visiting a pure white snow city was dashed.

Of course, this place is not without advantages.

Lorgar found that there were huge plaques hanging above some of the houses beside the street, with various signs written on them, such as Old Orion Leather, Papyrus House, North Slope Gem Shop, etc… Although many horizontal plaques were still blank, the light It was these that made her dizzy.

Moreover, signboards were erected at each intersection, not only marking where the fork roads led to, but also marking the names of the corresponding streets.

For example, what she is walking now is the Road of Glory.

Wolfgirl soon realized that this would be of great help to strangers setting foot in Neverwinter for the first time.

Through these signs, she can quickly remember the general appearance of the city, know where to buy and sell goods, and where to stay overnight, thus avoiding the trouble of resorting to local smugglers or rats.

When talking with those traveling merchants who traveled to and from the extreme south, what she heard the most were the pioneering stories when they first arrived in a place-the unfamiliar city is always full of hardships and setbacks. While exposing the identity of outsiders, In a sense, it is tantamount to putting yourself in a vulnerable situation.

And such a small gesture greatly facilitated the new arrivals. Even she felt an inexplicable kindness when she saw the road signs, as if the city was welcoming her arrival.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the bustling and busy streets and alleys in front of me seem to be taken for granted.

It’s a pity that Lorgar didn’t have much time to appreciate this foreign city.

Ashes quickly brought her into the lord’s castle, and after waiting in the hall for a short time, a guard brought a reply from the King of Ashcastle, “Come with me, Your Majesty agrees to see you.”

For some reason, Lorgar suddenly became nervous.

She secretly took a deep breath, followed the guards to the third floor, and then walked into a bright and bright study room alone.

Behind the mahogany table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat an astonishingly young man. He wore a plain robe, gray hair shawl, and neither wore a crown nor a crown on his fingers. No wrench or ring.

While playing with a quill, he was also looking at her with great interest.

This is the great chief who caused the extreme south to be turned upside down?

It was difficult for Lorgar to connect the other party with the image he expected for a while.

In her heart, a person with extensive knowledge and extraordinary martial arts concepts should be an elder who has entered the age of forty, has wrinkles on his forehead, a beard with a braid that reaches his chest, and has deep eyes.

Even if people in the Northland don’t like to braid their beards, they shouldn’t be so young!

It was only at this moment that she realized that she had missed one important thing, that is, while carefully inquiring about the powerful warriors in Neverwinter, she forgot to ask about the situation of the great chief.

After hesitating for a moment, the third princess decided to salute according to the rules of the Mojin people.

Shaking her ears, she touched her knees to the ground, and slowly lay down on her stomach—after all, Lorgar had heard of the saying that gray hair is a symbol of the blood of the Graycastle royal family.

“You are the goddess of the Furious Flame Clan, right?” The other party didn’t intentionally make her salute for too long, as soon as his forehead touched the ground, he opened his mouth, “Get up, Virtuous Wolf, welcome to Neverwinter. I am Roland Wimbledon, King of Graycastle, and of course your great chief.”

Virtuous wolf?

Lorgar frowned slightly secretly, what is this called?

Do wolves still distinguish between good and bad?

But she quickly stood up as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t heard this sentence, “My name is Lorgar Burning Fire, Your Majesty. As for the title of Goddess… Now that I’m here, it’s more appropriate to be called a witch. In addition, My father, Guerz Burning Huo, entrusted me to pay tribute to you on behalf of the Mad Flame Clan, and may your reign last as long as the oasis.”

But this time she didn’t get an immediate response.

While secretly wondering, the wolf girl quietly raised her gaze, only to find that the other party’s gaze stayed on her long ears.

[End of this Chapter]