Gao Wen knew that Miss Melita? Pernia must be nearby - as a dragon responsible for observing the situation on the mainland, how could she leave her post without permission on the eve of such a historic event?

After the contact was over, Gao Wen did not leave the study and waited quietly behind his desk. His spirit spread and his keen perception collected the noises from all over the place: the attendants were walking around in the nearby room, they should be preparing for the dresses and decorations needed for the coronation ceremony; the sound of military boots trampling downstairs came from the bottom of the building, which should be the last defense transfer before the ceremony began; some very faint noise came from the direction of the garden outside the castle, which was probably the movement made by Rebecca...

For today's ceremony, Heti, Rebecca and several government affairs officials rushed from Cecil to the old capital yesterday. After all, this symbolized the time when the empire was officially established. They would not come. In order to ensure that no accidents in the southern border, Gao Wen not only arranged a group of reliable department heads and deputys to maintain the operation of the government affairs department, but also ordered Saldrin to return to the south to assist in maintaining public security and defense in the southern border.

As a friend of Gowan Cecil seven hundred years ago, the high-level ranger did not regret that he had to miss this grand event. On the contrary, he happily accepted the order - for an elf, participating in a large-scale human ceremony was really tormenting. Saldrin was really happy to be able to stay away from the scene and get a credit.

More than ten minutes later, a knock on the door came from the door, and the attendant informed that the senior agent of the Mitsunian Treasure House had arrived.

"It seems that there will be a grand event today," said the lady of the agent with a veil covered with long skirt, appearing in front of Gao Wen, with her curved eyes smiling. "There are decorations everywhere in the city, and almost everyone is eagerly discussing the upcoming coronation ceremony, whether it is sincere or not - I saw hundreds of nobles gathered in the auditorium of Silver Castle, looking up at Cecil's emblem, and crying with emotion."

"It's no difference between them or not. Just actively cooperate when signing," Gao Wen said casually, "Many people have died on the crow platform, and I don't plan to bring another group of people to decorate the street lights."

"Don't be so harsh on them. They are already trying to cooperate with your decrees," Melita smiled and came to the desk. "So, what about what you want to keep?"

Gao Wen picked up the manuscript he had just finished, but before handing it over to Melita, he asked: "Can the Mithril Treasure House preserve everything and handle the custody strictly in accordance with all the employer's requirements?"

"'Everything' is an exaggeration, even a dragon cannot keep everything in the world, but if you consider the level of human development, you can indeed think that we have the ability to keep everything you give us, and we have the ability to handle them as you ask."

"Then can you keep your knowledge and spread it when the time I requested comes?"

The expression under Melita's veil seemed to be frozen for a moment. She noticed that the words used by Gao Wen were very special and couldn't help but whisper: "Dissembly... this is a very interesting requirement. But I think you can rest assured that we don't mind starting new business as long as the price is right. In theory, the long lifespan and high intelligence of the dragon clan are enough to allow us to fulfill your requirements. Even if you ask us to spread some knowledge to the entire continent, maybe a young dragon can't take the effort to complete the adult parade."

Then she paused and continued: "But considering the specialty of this commission, I need to confirm the specific content of the knowledge you delivered before giving you a quote. But please rest assured that with the status and identity you are about to obtain, this price is absolutely fair."

Gao Wen nodded, then he looked at the manuscript in his hand again, and his face was hesitant, as if it was something worth tangling. It took him a minute to take a breath and hand it over to Melita: "This is all."

"All? This is less than I thought... I thought you would hand me a library..." Melita took the manuscript and casually looked through the previous pages of it. Before she could read the contents, she raised her eyebrows, "It seems to be about the operation of society?"

"You can take some time to take a look and then make a quote after the coronation ceremony," said Gao Wen. "The specific commission content will be discussed at that time."

Melita's tone rose: "Oh? Then I have to take a good look..."

...

On the first floor of the castle, in the auditorium hall, etiquette officials were nervously confirming all the links. The attendants and the guards of honor were confirming what they were going to do over and over again. A gray-haired court consultant was checking the long list in his hand, and slightly shiny sweat beads on his forehead.

Hetty, who had completed a ceremony rehearsal, noticed the tension of the consultant and couldn't help but step forward to comfort him: "Mr. Brenden, please relax - all the processes are no longer a problem."

"Ah, Lord General! Thank you for your concern, but I dare not relax," the court advisor saw Hetty and saluted him with a serious look on his face. "I have been a court scholar for most of my life and know all etiquette norms, but now I have a new process in my hand. His Majesty not only canceled the kneeling and kissing ceremony of the subjects, but also canceled the crown, but also added salutes, marching formations and new military music - I dare not let these things go wrong, which will shame the reputation of my family."

Hetty smiled and shook his head gently: "No one will be shamed today, today is a glorious day."

She turned around, raised her head, stared at the end of the hall, and looked at the dark blue curtain hanging from the walls, dangling from the high dome, on which the light golden silk thread depicted the emblem of swords and plows, which made people unable to help but recall the meaning behind the emblem: guarding and pioneering, using swords and weapons to build a place of human life in the dark era, and thriving on the earth with hard work.

It seemed as if it was still yesterday, this emblem of glory was still hanging in the dilapidated old castle of the Cecil family. The territory was withered and the family was at a loss. She and Rebecca struggled to maintain their livelihoods in the territory. In addition to reading the ancient books that smelled musty, she could not even imagine what it would be like to light up all the lights in the old castle.

How dare she think that this emblem would one day be hung on the wall of the Silver Fort?

The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and Hedy turned his head and saw Victoria wearing a white palace dress and long silver hair tied high. The Duke of the North nodded to her: "Ms. Hedy, you are radiant today."

This is quite old-fashioned greeting and politeness, but considering the cold face of the North Duke on weekdays, familiar people know that this is the greatest enthusiasm and kindness she can show. Hetty smiled: "You are the same, as beautiful as the snow in winter."

"Today is a big day," Victoria said calmly, "Duke Bedwin and I will make sure everything goes well."

Hetty looked around the hall. Wherever she saw, in addition to the team from the southern border, there were many faces she was not familiar with: the existing nobles in the royal capital, the selected church representatives, the knights, and other various figures.

The two grand dukes who maintained this order were naturally familiar with the environment, Victoria and Bedevin.

"I hope these people can open their eyes today," Hetty whispered, "It's better to sign than to hang."

"They will," Victoria's cold voice came from the side, "those who don't sign... won't show up here."

In a corner of the hall, the Duke of Berdevin Franklin took out the mechanical watch from his arms and glanced at the scale above.

"It's almost time."

...

The time is almost over.

On the edge of the wide square outside the Silver Fort, countless citizens, merchants, and even ordinary people from the outer city have gathered together. In the several worship areas separated by the Castle Guards and Cecil's combat troops, there are crowds of people and the crowd is almost airtight.

The area allowed to stand in the square was already full, and the open area near the Silver Fort was guarded by soldiers. Countless people who had not obtained a good position had to gather further away. They climbed up to the roof of the edge of the square, and even climbed to nearby towers, street lights and flagpoles, so that soldiers patrolling the outer area had to approach the crowd over and over again, shouting with amplified magic, driving those who were too dangerous from the heights.

Those who lived near the square were very beneficial today. They even rented out their windowsills and roofs for a considerable price, and there were surprisingly many people willing to spend money. In almost half a day, all the good locations were snatched away...

The huge sun gradually rose, and the mages cast spells in advance to disperse the clouds near Saint Sunil. The bright sunlight began to spread throughout the city. The crowds gathered around the square were crowded and shaking. Countless pairs of eyes were paying attention to the direction of the Silver Castle. Finally, several loud shouts suddenly came from the front of the crowd:

"Someone is out!" "There are people on the balcony on the second floor!" "The door is also open!"

Accompanied by the heavy sound of iron chain rolling, the gate of the Silver Fort was slowly opened halfway, and cavalry teams lined up from the gate. The heroic soldiers were wearing novel magic armor, bright armor, clear flags, and a long red carpet extended from the castle to the end of the suspension bridge.

The crowds in the square suddenly became turbulent, and everyone stretched their necks and stared at the direction of the castle gate. According to traditional etiquette, the monarch would soon appear from that door, accept the kneeling of the subjects, and then there would be a ritual officer and the regent duke to appear to declare the legitimacy of the monarch and the transfer of royal power. For many civilians, this was almost the only opportunity in their lives to meet the royal family members - it was worth bragging about half a year after they went back.

However, people did not see a monarch appearing in the castle. They only saw a team of knights standing at the door, blocking the way to the inner courtyard of the castle's main entrance. Before the confusion gradually spread among the crowd, a powerful voice suddenly came from the sky, and the power of amplified magic spread throughout the square:

"All people pay attention! First Infantry Team, start - go!!"

Many people were startled by the sudden sound. The crowd around the square became slightly turbulent. Then, another strange sound came into their ears - the sound that sounded like a rushing stones at first was neat and rhythmic, but soon the sound became louder, and even shook people's nerves like drum beats.

People finally see clearly what the sound is.

They are soldiers, fully armed soldiers arranged in a square array.

People stretched their necks, opened their eyes wide, and stared at the scene in the square with a little at a loss. They saw rows of soldiers appearing in neat rows, each wearing the same armor and holding the same equipment, as if printed from a mold. They saw the commander at the front end holding a sharp sword, the soldiers in the first row holding a flag, and the rest of the soldiers taking steps to astonishingly. The neat and rhythmic sound was the sound of their boots falling to the ground!

After seeing the free and casual aristocratic private soldiers and the various equipment of the Kingdom Army under the "own armed equipment" system, the scene in front of them is incredible to everyone in the square, and it is even almost weird and frightening - just the arrangement of people, can it be like this?

While the infantry phalanx appeared, some sharp-eyed people finally saw some movement inside the gate of the castle.

The knights retreated to both sides in neat steps, and the door leading to the castle courtyard was completely open, and a giant emitting a glimmer of light that made people unable to see what it was was slowly poking his head out of it.

After a while, people can see clearly what it is—

It was a chilling, huge skull that was moving forward.

It was placed on a large vehicle powered by magic. The skull almost completely covered the vehicle. The crystal bones were glittering slightly, and there seemed to be a powerful soul hidden in the hollow eye sockets. It was hard to imagine what kind of powerful creature this huge skull was left behind. But just looking at its pale surface, everyone would feel a kind of shock and awe from the heart - but this powerful creature was dead, and it only appeared here with a skull.

Gao Wen's figure stood above the skull, standing on a platform made of steel and nailed through the skull. He was wearing a solemn black dress, without a crown on his head, but with a long sword in his hand, a diamond brooch pinned to his chest, and the brooch shone brightly in the sunshine sprinkled by the huge sun.

On both sides of the steel platform, there are two metal structures that look like wings. The curtains with swords and plow emblems droop down from the top of the wings and hang all the way to the ground.

The huge skull moved to the front end of the suspension bridge and stopped steadily there. Several escort chariots lined up from the heels and lined up on both sides of the skull.

Gao Wen looked down at the square on the other side of the suspension bridge, and the infantry phalanx arrived in front of him almost at the same time.

A loud voice rang in the square:

"Stand firm!"

The infantry phalanx stopped instantly, and almost the sound of military boots hitting the ground.

"Draw the sword!"

Countless melt-cut swords were drawn out at the same time, and the blades were forward, standing neatly in front of each soldier.

"Light up the blade—"

"Salute to Your Majesty!!"

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