The flags of the Reezel family fluttered on both sides of the road, and Krylov III did not choose to ride in a carriage, but personally sat on a tall horse, leading his army and slowly walking on the way to the palace.

With a confident smile, he sent a smile to every open window on both sides of the road, in exchange for the unafraid shouts of the civilians in unison—

"Greetings to Your Majesty's triumph!"

At first, the cheers of the civilians seemed chaotic, but after Krylov III led the party through two streets, the shouts of the civilians were as uniform as the pace of the soldiers as they advanced.

"Greetings to Your Majesty's triumph—"

The shouts of the commoners reached the ears of the nobles, and the local nobles looked shocked, they never thought that the commoners would be able to burst out with such a huge energy.

Although nearly a quarter of Greenland's people had gone before this, making the once somewhat crowded city much more empty, the remaining three-quarters, even if there were only a few hundred or even dozens of people in front of them, the cheers of these dozens of people gradually moved the whole city!

The city seemed to be awakened, and the voices of civilians converged over the city, and even from places where they could not see, they could vaguely hear the cheers reaching farther and farther.

There were no flowers on either side of the road, no pure and lovely little girls, no little girls in love, no one came to greet them except the guard of honor, and only the empty avenue that appeared before them, and by following this avenue they could lead to the royal palace of Greenland.

Because of Krylov III's repeated emphasis on 'keeping everything simple', the helpless prime minister did not prepare much, but he was shocked by the cheers that resounded in the sky.

He had never tried to get to know the common people, he did not know that it was a very simple group, and that if someone was kind to them, like Krylov III, he just smiled at them and won their cheers.

Because Krylov III was the ruler of the country, it was unbelievable that such a 'big man' smiled at everyone, that people would not dare to imagine.

The nobles rarely knew about the commoners, and they didn't know how powerful the energy they could burst out once they were united.

But now they've seen it!

Even the paupers standing in the alleys, even the unruly adventurers, they all showed their respect for His Majesty.

With cheers, with shouts, with a simple sentence -

"Greetings to Your Majesty's Triumphant !!"

Seeing and listening, the nobles subconsciously held their breath, they looked left and right, and saw a crowd of people standing on both sides of the road at the intersection in front of them, shouting in unison and in unison.

'What happened?'

The two roads on the left and right of the intersection were full of people, people were whispering, and small voices reached the ears of the nobles, who could not hear what the commoners were saying, but they saw the eyes of the commoners—

Everyone craned their necks, their eyes full of eagerness and respect, and their eyes were not on the army, but on the man at the head of the line!

A local nobleman swallowed and withdrew his gaze, the eyes of the commoners made him feel an indescribable panic......

It was different from what he imagined - he had seen hateful eyes, desperate eyes, and begging eyes, but those eyes did not give him the slightest feeling, because he knew deeply that he and civilians could not be the same kind of people, so he didn't need to care.

But now it's different......

Passing the intersection, Krylov III looked to both sides, the roads on both sides were already so crowded with people that at a glance he could not even see the end of the street.

Seeing this scene, his smile became even brighter!

What king could have been indifferent when he saw this, and what king had so many followers?

What about civilians?

Everyone who appears here is their own courtier, whether any of them are not sincere, whether any of them are not loyal enough, they are their own courtiers!

Krylov III tugged at the reins, stopped the horses, and tapped the brooch on the collar with his fingers.

The men who followed the king also tightened their reins and brought their mounts to a halt, and at this moment, a glimmer of light flickered under his fingertips, and Krylov III cleared his throat, laughed, and said to the commoners standing in the road on both sides: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am back!"

The sound was amplified and entered everyone's ears, whether it was the nobles behind them or the commoners on both sides of the road, they were all stunned.

The air was suddenly quiet for a second or two, the whispering stopped, and several nobles who were originally talking to each other were also stunned on the spot, all seeing the sluggishness and stunned on each other's faces.

Many of the civilians had just come to see the excitement, but now they were quiet, staring blankly at the king on his horse.

His brilliant blonde hair shone in the sun, and the smile on his face was kinder than the spring breeze, and they had never seen such a heart-warming smile, especially when it appeared on the face of a king—they felt as if they were valued.

The pounding heart sent hot blood to the whole body, and in this instant, the civilians felt as if their whole bodies had become soft in this instant.

They looked at each other, and a smile of excitement gradually spread on their faces.

Krylov III waited quietly, so there was no one behind him who spoke.

The civilians stood still, clenching their fists, as if with all their strength they were shouting in unison: "Greetings—"

"Your Majesty's Triumphant !!"

This sudden shout disturbed the horses, but everyone also subconsciously tightened the reins, and the mounts of the Sorrowful Wind Leader Knights, who had been prepared, were as calm as their masters, and under the control of their masters, they stopped all the panicked horses that might cause chaos.

The cries of children could be heard faintly in the crowd, and the smile on Krylov III's face grew brighter, and he shouted to the people around him: "One last reminder, watch out for the children, and be careful of stepping on them - then everyone, I should go too!

Waving his hand at the civilians on either side, Krylov III looked up to the sky and laughed, waved the reins, and galloped away.

Riding fast horses on the avenue leading to the palace, the wind blowing in my ears, and the hooves of the fast horses stepped on the stone bricks with a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty, Goodbye......"

I don't know which civilian dared to shout at Krylov III's back, because the distance was too far, Krylov III couldn't hear it very clearly, but after hearing this response, his laughter was a little more hearty.

That's right! That's what he wanted!

Like his ancestor Krylov I, to do even better than Krylov I - this is his ideal!

When Krylov III rushed through the gates between the Lower and Upper Towns, the horn sounded again, and the empty streets of the Upper Town passed by Krylov III's eyes, but he did not feel as melancholy as he had been when he had just set out on the expedition.

Uptown? High Society? Ha, it's funny! How could he rack his brains and go to great lengths to please this group of garbage in the first place?

The walls of the palace were already in sight, and Krylov III, with a loud laugh, drove his horses all the way, and when he saw the soldiers waiting on both sides of the road, he tightened the reins and slowed them down.

"Everyone, hard work!"

Krylov III grinned, and the voice reached everyone's ears.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then they blushed their necks and responded loudly: "Thank you for your concern!"

The nobles and the soldiers and mercenaries who were about to be rewarded were slowly coming, but Krylov III couldn't wait, he looked up at the open palace gate in front of him, and smiled.

He is still alive, and he will once again wear the crown that symbolizes the 'kingship' of this country!

Compared to before, he is completely different now-

Now he is completely different from those waste-like nobles!