On the appointed day of the founding of the city, Roland got up early. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shaved off the stubble from his cheeks, tucked his long gray hair back into a simple bunch, and finally trimmed his eyebrows with small scissors—after a year of life, he was able to do all the work so skillfully that he didn't need the help of a maid.

Looking at the slightly blurred silver mirror, he still has a feeling of fairy wind in the mirror, if he wears a loose robe and matches this dress, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a cultivator hidden in the city.

Roland nodded in satisfaction and got up to head to the office.

And Barov was already waiting in the room.

"Your Highness," he saluted, "the Flying Courier bound for the Fortress of Changge has been released, and it is expected to arrive at the Fortress Castle in half an hour." ”

"Well, how's the set-up?"

"It was all done yesterday afternoon, and so far it seems to be enough to accommodate all the population of the town," the steward replied.

"Well done," Roland complimented, walking slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the distance, the desperate mountains and hidden forests are still snow-white, and the morning sun reflects the snow, reflecting wisps of golden light. On the streets of some nearby towns, you can already see the figures of the activity, and they gather in twos and threes towards the west, heading to the area of the rough stone city wall.

The stone walls, which had been built on concrete for the previous year, had been a line of defense against the beasts, but now it was the dividing line between the inner and outer parts of the town. Roland did not like this clear division of rich and poor, so it was only a matter of time before it was completely demolished, except for the monumental gap and the castle area. Until then, however, it can be put to good use - the number of people in front and behind the walls is far greater than the square, so Roland has chosen the location of the proclamation in the middle of the stone wall.

According to the plan, in order to strengthen the influence of the construction of the city on the inhabitants of the two places, the construction of the fortress of Changge will also be announced at the same time, and the synchronization of the two places will be realized by flying messengers, when the first messenger flies into the hands of Perot, it is also the time when Roland takes the stage to speak.

Now, the Grey Falcon carrying the news should be soaring between the mountains and the Chishui River, as usual, passing the note tied to its claws to the two places, Roland thought to himself, but it didn't know what kind of news it was carrying, and what meaning it had - the moment it landed, the border town and the fortress of Changge would be ...... Become history.

"Let's go," he said, turning his head.

"Yes, Your Highness. Barov smiled.

......

Step by step, Perro Hermon climbed the wooden platform that had been erected and looked around.

There weren't many people in the square, at least not as much as they had been when the porridge was handed out a week ago.

It's not surprising that people care little about things other than food and clothing, and ceremonies like the founding of the city don't sound much more relevant to ordinary people than the free wheat porridge that is distributed for free.

Even he himself felt that His Highness was a little excessive.

After the end of the evil month, fewer people applied for jobs at the city hall than they expected, and the recruitment of handymen and builders was posted for a week, and now the number of recruits is less than half of the plan. And the rats seem to be showing signs of resurgence, at least the police department is getting more and more reports, and just checking the truth is a big headache for them. His friend Wren Dmied complained to him that the capture team needed to be at least doubled in size to keep it busy.

This is very much in line with Perrot's expectations.

Such is the case with the people, lazy, greedy and ignorant...... How much can His Royal Highness get in return for spending so much effort on them? The most puzzling thing for Perot is that Roland Wimbledon is obviously a royal nobleman, where does that inexplicable confidence in the people come from?

But no matter what, he was firmly tied to the prince's chariot, and all he could do was follow him to the end.

An eagle's cry was heard in the distance, and a gray figure appeared in the sky.

Perot unfolded the prepared speech.

......

"Your Highness, the time is almost up," Barov reminded.

The sun had risen in mid-sky, and the shadow on the sundial disk pointed to the nine o'clock position. Roland nodded and walked over to the fence of the tower. Seeing the prince appear, the cacophony of conversation below quickly turned into a unanimous cheer, and the townspeople raised their hands one after another, as if a wave had been set off in the crowd.

Both sides of the city wall were filled with black crowds, and the total number was expected to exceed 20,000, which meant that most of the town's inhabitants had gathered here at the moment. Roland was glad that he had not held the inauguration ceremony in the central square, which simply could not accommodate so many enthusiastic people.

He waved his hands to either side, lowering his voice, "Hello, my people. ”

The echo amplified and echoed over the town.

"I believe that each of you is aware of what is about to happen today. This town, built for the mines of the North Slope, will soon become a real city. ”

"In the past, the Demon Moon was a nightmare for the border towns, and everyone had to leave the place and take refuge in the fortress in order to survive. Now that we are firmly entrenched here, Osmond Lane, who wanted to destroy the peace of the West, has fallen, and the Church, which has deliberately murdered witches and enslaved people, has been thrown out of the land, and even Tifeco Wimbuton has failed to destroy me, even though he has reduced the southern and eastern realms of the kingdom to a sea of fire, and the town remains unharmed. I think the people who have fled here know this very well. ”

Roland's words were quickly echoed by the crowd.

"That's right, he burned down Eagle City, and the Blue Water Harbor was also ransacked!"

"The new king has swept the Golden Spike City, and the practices of those knights are no different from those of robbers, or even more excessive!"

"He took my son, saying that he wanted to be the royal guard, O god...... He's only fifteen!"

The prince stretched out his hand and pressed down, "And these tragedies will not be repeated, and the new city is built for this! Only by uniting more people can we keep out the vicious enemy and let them taste the price of wantonness." He paused, "And this is my city—I promise that Roland Wimbledon will never leave any of his people behind, and that he will not leave this place even if the Grey Keep is unified!"

There was an uproar under the city walls.

"Your Highness, you ......," Barov behind him said in surprise.

Roland made a gesture of silence, "That's right, this will be the new royal capital of Grey Keep, and the kingdom will be reborn here!I believe that even if the endless cold falls, the city will still be warm as spring!" He paused for a moment, then raised his right hand, "From today onwards, Frontier Town and Changge Fortress will become one, and its name is-"

"Long live Neverwinter!"

"Long live Neverwinter—long live—!"

Everyone was boiling, deafening slogans resounded in the sky, snow mist rose on the side of the mountains, and rolling echoes rolled along the mountains for a long time......

Roland looked at the cheering people, and his heart was stirred. The spark of change had been sown, and one day, he would see this cluster of sparks turn into a prairie fire and sweep across the continent.

Spark rolls up (to be continued.) )