Chapter 612 (1/2)

Chapter 612: Battle’s End

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

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Roland walked out of the cabinet as the gunboat staggered to a stop. He was fascinated by what he saw.

The arch-typed mountain rocks, which extended out from both sides, wrapped around the entire town like two huge arms. The rays of sunlight slanted along the finger-wide crevice, forming a wall of golden shimmers.

Numberless vines, which looked like green hair, grew out of the bottom of the rocks. Some bulky ones even reached the ground, tempting people to climb up.

When the sun rays sifted through dense twigs and branches and splintered up into glints of the muttering brook, Roland felt like he was in a untraversed forest. However, the area was not completely uncultivated. Along Soundless River stood different types of buildings constructed by men. Townsmen passed through waist-high bushes back and forth. Streaks of smokes could be detected from the distance. Everything around this area was in perfect harmony with nature.

Due to a lack of sunshine, the temperature in this town was slightly lower than that in other places. The colors of plants, naturally, were in much deeper shades. No wonder the town was called Deepvalley Town.

Roland and the witches stepped on the dock covered with mosses and met the people who had been waiting there for a long time. The three at the front were obviously the general commander of the First Army, Iron Axes, the Duke of the Northern Region, Calvin, and his daughter, Edith.

“We’ve met again, Your Majesty.” Edith performed a curtsy. “Congratulations on the victory of your first battle.”

“I’ve heard the news on my way here. You did a good job.” Roland gave an approving nod. ” Iron Axes told me you not only smoothed out the transportation of food and ammunition, but also successfully lured the enemies.”

“These are the obligations of Kant Family,” she replied with a faint smile. “The tradesmen in the Northern Region are happy to be at your service.”

“But the owner of this town was still Timothy Wimbledon half a year ago,” Roland said within himself. The tradesmen in the three cities probably had never heard of the new king. They were willing to offer their services and carry out his plan was simply because of Edith’s advertisement and her tremendous personal influence over the Northern Region.

After giving a few words of encouragement, Roland turned to Iron Axes and asked, “Have you obtained the casualties?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Iron Axe administered a military salute and continued, “The detailed report has been sent to your office.”

“O-office?”

“I’ve discussed this matter with Earl Haier. We’ve decided that you should use his castle as your palace during your stay at Deepvalley Town.” Edith further explained. “Also, I’ve had the study refurbished, making it look like the one in the Border Area. Miss Maggie told me that you like a bright room. So, I knocked down a wall with a sunny exposure and replaced it with a French window.

“Really?” Roland asked with interest. “Then where will the earl stay?”

“In order not to disturb your work, he’ll live in his mansion in the suburb.” The Pearl of the Northern Region paused for a moment and then asked, “You want me to summon him?”

“No, that’s fine. I bet he doesn’t like partake in politics.” Roland waved his hand. “Let’s get into the castle first.”

“Alright. Please follow me.”

“Is this the wonder of power?” Roland thought while smacking his lips. “It isn’t bad to have a taste of it from time to time.”