~： Five hundred and ninetieth, arriving at Jingyao

The early morning mist has not dissipated, the guard in charge of guarding the gate of Jingyaoxi yawned, and moved the heavy door bolt, and several people pushed the gate slowly and forcefully together.

As the guards on the tower turned the winch, a huge suspension bridge held by iron cables was slowly lowered across the moat.

"Give me some energy!"

The team leader ordered loudly, "When a nobleman passes by in a while, he must stand up, his eyes must shine, and we must not lose face of our Jingyao people."

"Yes, Captain!"

The soldiers replied sparingly, enjoying a short period of comfort. In less than an hour, they would have to stand upright for a day according to the squad leader's instructions.

Alas, there have been a lot of things happening in Jingyao recently.

First, the old king died of illness. Although the funeral of the old man’s will should be simple, the ministers under him still worked on it for more than half a month, and then the new king succeeded. In order to show respect for the old king who passed away, the new king ordered not to celebrate himself. The succession celebration is over, and it will be postponed until the first anniversary of my succession to make up for it.

But according to the tradition of Aldo, when the new king succeeds, the lords from all over the country will come to Jingyao to meet the new king, and they have to send envoys if they don’t come, so the whole Jingyao is still busy.

The sound of bells came from the thick fog, and the guards were a little surprised. Why did someone come so soon?

"Maybe it's the caravan that didn't have time to close the door yesterday."

The team leader said, and then frowned and warned: "In the past few days, I don't ask for a lot of money. I just charge as much as the entrance fee, and I don't take a lot of money. Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Captain!" The soldiers answered in unison.

The convoy in the fog gradually revealed its whole picture, there were many carriages, and there were quite a lot of people.

"Parking check!"

A guard shouted to the convoy.

A young knight emerged from the convoy and said with a cold face, "We are the lords from the Northwest Gulf."

"Big... my lord!"

The guards who stopped them bowed to pay tribute. If it was a few years ago, the guards might have questioned people from the west bay, but the northwest bay now is not the same as the northwest bay a few years ago.

The squad leader pushed away his subordinates and squeezed to the front with a smile on his face.

"My lord, I don't know which noble families you come from."

"The Ferdinand family, the Greiman family, the Parker family, the Gardner family, the Heller family, the Malcolm family,..."

The knight reported a long list of family names.

"Oh, are you honorable adults here together?"

"Yes, we all took the boat together by sea and came to Jingyao from Westport."

The team leader has no doubts. Now everyone knows that the people in the west bay have advanced navigation technology, and a large number of ships from the northwest bay enter and leave the west port every day.

"Can you please show me your family crest, oh, as long as you have one family."

The knight issued a coat of arms to the captain and said, "This is the coat of arms of the Heller family, do you recognize it? I am Derrick Heller, the eldest son of Earl Winifred Heller."

The squad leader paid attention to the coat of arms and carefully observed them. In order to welcome the lords from other places, the officers guarding the gate of the city had been given a lot of knowledge of coat of arms by the institute of coat of arms.

"I recognize it!" His head was pointing like a chicken pecking at rice, and he moved away and said, "Please come to the city, my honorable lords."

"Ah, I have something to ask you." Derrick Heller held the rein, as if he was not in a hurry to go in.

"We got news in advance that nobles from other places can enter the city at any time in the past few days, including at night. But we arrived at Jingyao after sunset yesterday, why didn't we ask to open the city gate?"

"Uh... my lord, please allow me to explain." The team leader rubbed the back of his head and said with some embarrassment: "Yesterday during the day, a few troublemakers were caught in the city. They were sent from the south...I think you guys know what it means. So...in and out The policy was temporarily changed again, and the previous vigilance was restored at night. You may be on the road at that time, so I don’t know..."

Those sent from the south, those who pay attention to the situation in the kingdom know who they are.

Derrick was a little angry, and shook the reins, "We came all the way from the bay in the west, but you made me sleep all night outside the freezing city!"

Just when the squad leader didn't know how to deal with the temper of the noble in front of him, a young voice came from the convoy.

"Okay, Derrick, it's important to enter the city, there are still many caravans waiting behind."

The owner of the voice also rode to the front, and the captain of the guard looked up. This was a young man who was about the same age as Derrick or slightly younger, with short black hair and a calm face. When he saw him, he didn't have the domineering look in his eyes like Derrick in front of him.

But Derrick seemed to have great respect for this young man who was probably younger than him, "Okay, Earl Graman, let's go into the city."

The young earl who had just arrived relieved the guards, and the squad leader gave him a grateful look. The young man just smiled, and rode his horse towards the city gate together with Derrick Heller.

The team of Northwest lords followed the two in front and quickly entered Jingyao.

"Ah, this is the first time I have come to King Capital Jingyao."

Looking at the street in front and the buildings on both sides with a style very different from that of the Northwest Bay, Paul said with emotion.

"How does it feel?" asked Earl Precker Parker, who was riding beside him.

"Exquisite, very exquisite."

Coming to Jingyao from the north, Paul feels like switching from a western fantasy style to a Japanese fantasy style, and the rough atmosphere has become Xiaojiabiyu. Of course, what I'm talking about here is the feeling. In terms of population and urban area, Jingyao has lost n streets in northern cities.

"It is said that there are more than 500,000 people living in the city walls alone." Earl Parker said.

"Ah? There are so many people. Our Majesty Gerd Rodney is being killed by so many people every day..."

Earl Parker corrected him: "It is His Majesty Rodney XVIII."

Paul suddenly thought of a question, UU reading "I have always had a question, isn't the number of generations used to distinguish people with the same name from different generations in a family? Why is it a surname on our king."

Preck Parker explained to him: "Because Rodney is both the king's surname and the king's first name."

"what?"

"Aldo's tradition is that when a person wears the crown, he will abandon his own name, and from then on, he will only use the family name to become the embodiment of the entire family."

"So our king's name is now Rodney Rodney? Well, a bit of a tongue twister."

"No!" Earl Parker shook his head, "It's called Rodney or Rodney Eighteen. Gerd Rodney is already in the past tense, and only Rodney XVIII will exist in the world from now on."

"I see."

Paul got it.