Therefore, Aurelion comforted her for quite a while.
After a night's sleep, Aurelion regained some of her energy.
Having discussed today's arrangements with Count Laureen, they were to visit the King of the Kingdom of Kant today.
When she returned, she saw Victor beside the carriage, casually playing with a golden ear of wheat in his hand.
Aurelion couldn't help but move closer, and asked curiously:
"Teacher, was that a gift from Earl Laureen?"
Viktor nodded, his expression remaining as indifferent as ever.
"Well, I guess so."
He slung the wheat stalks over his shoulder and handed them to Vega.
The crow took the golden ears of wheat with its beak and held them in its beak.
Then, Victor turned to look at Aurelion:
Are you still scared?
Upon hearing this, Aurelion's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but think of Priscilla from yesterday.
Although I learned from Teacher Victor about Count Laurean's tragic fate and why Priscilla, as a ghost, exists in this mansion.
But she still felt uncomfortable with this spirit of death.
She was really bad at dealing with inanimate objects.
"Is that so?"
Viktor said one thing and then said nothing more.
Today, Earl Laureen will not ride in the same carriage with them.
Because he needs to lead the way.
The convoy gradually moved forward as the sun rose.
The carriage moved along the cobblestone road, the wheels making a crisp sound along with the horses' hooves, and the bells ringing inside the carriage.
The sun lingered in the sky for a long time, but urged on by the star-studded night sky, it finally set behind the western mountains.
Until night quietly fell.
......
Mitao Royal City.
That is the capital city of the Kingdom of Kant.
It resembles a sharp iron arm, with three massive stone pillars supporting a vast complex of buildings; the enormous royal city is completely covered in steel.
As people step onto this land, a somber atmosphere immediately rises to their hearts.
The towering steel structures gleamed through windows of varying depths, while massive, sharp protrusions, like chasms, spread across the entire castle.
The three enormous stone pillars rose simultaneously, forcefully supporting the massive castle.
As soon as the convoy entered, the sounds that reached everyone's ears became somewhat different.
The crisp sound of wheels echoed into a deep, rhythmic melody.
Upon entering the gates of the royal city, countless heavily armored soldiers had been waiting for a long time.
As resolute as iron, with smoke billowing from their mouths and clad in black iron armor, they led the caravan deep into the castle with heavy steps.
Even passersby stopped to watch the procession led by the luxurious caravan when they saw the carriage.
Surrounded by onlookers, the convoy rolled over the neat stone-paved road and arrived at the dark steel castle.
On either side of the castle, two rows of ministers dressed in lead-colored robes stood respectfully, waiting for the carriage to arrive.
They all wore a varying number of star badges on their chests.
Each star represents a first-class noble rank.
Two- and three-star viscounts and earls stood at the end of the line, while a handful of four-star marquises stood at the very front, their faces solemn and respectful.
Each person wore a longsword of various kinds at their waist, exuding the cold indifference of steel.
The carriage gradually came to a stop in front of the castle. The front door opened, and Earl Laureen stepped out of the carriage first.
As soon as he got off the carriage, he went to the carriage behind and respectfully helped the two people inside to get off.
Victor, wearing a black trench coat, was the first to disembark from the carriage.
His icy demeanor perfectly complemented the somber atmosphere around him.
Then he turned around and reached out his hand into the carriage.
From inside the carriage, a delicate hand rested on Viktor's hand.
With the help of Victor's strong hand, Aurelion gracefully leaned out of the carriage and stepped down elegantly.
Afterwards, twelve high-ranking foreign ministers also disembarked from the carriage behind them.
All the envoys from the empire have arrived.
Meanwhile, on the kingdom's side...
Suddenly, the gazes of the nobles in the surrounding ranks turned toward the gates of the black castle.
Then, an old man leaning on an ornate cane emerged from beneath the black castle gates.
With his steady steps, the bottom of his cane touched the stone pavement, producing a series of crisp yet weighty echoes.
The old man looked almost identical to the other nobles, his slightly hunched back revealing the marks of time beneath his lead-colored robe.
However, the light flashing in those sharp and deep eyes seemed to have the ability to see through everything, making it feel impossible to hide any secrets.
The five golden star badges on his chest were understated yet dignified.
At this point, even the empire's foreign ministers realized it.
There is only one person in the entire kingdom who wears the five stars.
The kingdom's legendary duke.
Festan Barlow
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Grand Duke.
The noble aura he exuded seemed to shroud his hunched figure in a mysterious glow, making him appear awe-inspiring and unattainable.
He bowed slightly to the approaching pedestrians.
Then, their gaze fell upon Aurelion and Viktor.
"Distinguished guests who have come from afar."
That profoundness was like a piercing wound, leaving one unable to fathom its meaning.
"We have been waiting for you for a long time."
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