Chapter 882 (2/2)

In actuality, when Nini and Pod came in from the window, the warriors had noticed these two “uninvited guests”. The warriors did not come to arrest them. Instead, they smiled at them. After a few minutes, the warriors went out one after another, leaving Pod’s astonished parents and the guests behind. A man who seemed to be the head of the warriors even took out 10 silver royals and put them into Pod’s father’s hand.

Waiting until the warriors all left, Nini hesitantly went to her parents and asked, “What happened?”

“It was unbelievable,” out of excitement, her father answered with exaggerated body gestures, “when the king’s honor guards passed by the street corner, a guest suddenly took out a loaded crossbow and aimed at the king!”

Nini could not help but gasp in astonishment. “And then?”

“We were frightened. If that arrow had been shot, all of us would have been in trouble. Luckily, at that moment, a bird, no, a person flew in and stopped that guy!”

“A person?”

“Not exactly. When she flew in she was a bird, but when she hit that guy on the head she became a person—a little girl about your age.” A guest then said, “We didn’t come back to our normal selves until the crossbow fell to the floor. We went and tightly pinned down the assassin, then those warriors broke down the door.”

“Are you sure about what you saw?” Pod asked doubtfully, “That bird, no, the person who can transform into a bird, where is she? Could it be that you secretly drunk Dreamland Water and were hallucinating?”

“By the time we had subdued the assassin, she had already left.” Pod’s father raised his palm and slapped at the back of Pod’s head, which made Pod stagger. “You dare doubt what I said. You’re in for punishment!”

The crowd burst into laughter.

The feathers attracted Nini’s attention—they had similar colors to ordinary Goshawk’s feathers but were much wider and softer. She carefully collected those feathers, pined them to her head, and looked up and down at herself.

She felt she could fly too… Her heart was full of satisfaction, thinking she could use them as a headpiece.

This seemingly thrilling assassination did not draw much attention. Soon enough, people began to talk about the king and his followers. They were not aware of it but at least ten such incidents had already happened.

Fortunately, with Sylvie on guard, all the individual assassinations that relied on luck ended up in failure. Furthermore, the patrol team silently caught most of the criminals before their plans could be carried out.

“Well done.” While constantly waving towards the audience, Roland took a second to nod and said toward the carriage behind him, “I didn’t expect that there were still so many remnant factions left in the old king’s city. It seems the situation isn’t as stable as we imagined.”

“My pleasure, Your Majesty,” Sylvie replied.

“Since you knew it wasn’t stable, you shouldn’t have chosen to enter the city this way,” Agatha said coldly—not sure whether it was age related decision, Roland felt her temper had become more and more similar to Scroll when it came to the matter of security. “Common people like you are too fragile. Sometimes an obscure wound can kill you,” Agatha said.

“I’d stop any attack,” next to Agatha, Anna said calmly. “Besides, Nana Pine is also among the security team.”

“You are spoiling him.”

“Ahem…” Roland hurriedly cut in. “In order to improve myself in the eyes of the people, such a risk is worth taking. After all, as a new king, I need to become acquainted with my subjects.”

In the carriage, there was Sylvie, Agatha, Isabella, Phyllis, and Zooey. Additionally, the elites of the First Army were in the surrounding area. Theoretically, such a powerful combination of guards could guarantee zero chance of an incident occurring.

“That’s irrelevent. You could have chosen a safer way, such as standing on a platform in the palace and speaking to your subjects.”

Indeed, he did this for no other reason than to enjoy the fun of making an inspection tour. If he could, he’d prefer setting up two voice tubes in front of the carriage and greet his subjects with words like “Hello, my people…”.

“Your Majesty, we’re arriving at the palace,” his guard said, which also had the effect of stopping Agatha from complaining anymore.

Roland sighed in relief. Through the redecorated inner city gate, he saw a group of nearly 100 men standing respectfully, waiting for his arrival. Some of them were the Western Region’s old officials, such as Theo and Barov’s disciples, some were new officials who were originally surrendered small nobles, but most of them were newly enrolled scholars and civilians.

Since the completion of the previous reform, the entire Central Region of Graycastle was officially in his control. When the Eastern Front Army took over the Seawindshire region, Graycastle would basically be an integrated kingdom.

When the carriage stopped, Roland lifted his cloak in high spirit, got off the carriage step by step, and waved toward the audience behind him.

“Let’s go. Follow me to the palace!”