Chapter 1200 - The Will of the King of Graycastle (1/2)
“Now?” the guard asked blankly. “Right away?”
“Yes.”
Usually, according to common practices of the nobility, he should let the embassador rest for a few days and welcome him with a sumptuous banquet. At least, he should have set up a meeting time beforehand, possibly at night. After all, the embassador represented the King of Graycastle, and thus should be treated with formality to some degree.
However, Jean couldn’t wait any longer. Had it not been rainy outside, he would have rushed to the dock and met this embassador himself. Such a huge fleet would definitely draw the attention of the Tusk and the Redstone Gate Families. If either of them got in touch with Graycastle before him, things would become very complicated.
With this thought, Jean Bate said to the guard, “By the way, tell the Graycastle delegation that I’m the sole authority that governs the Sedimentation Bay.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yet after the guard left at his bidding, Jean suddenly regretted his impulsive action.
He should not have said “right away”. What if the embassador wanted to follow and observe the tradition first then call him a few days later?
Jean blamed his own vanity at the bottom of his heart. He should have been more straightforward.
And why did it rain right as he wanted to go out?
The baron felt miserable.
But surprisingly, the guard returned within an hour and brought him a good news.
“Sir, they’re coming.”
Jean Bate stood bolt upright and said, “Take them to my parlour immediately.”
…
The baron soon met the embassador from Graycastle.
There were only ten people who came, and half of them were soldiers that were guarding outside the door. The rest were all formally dressed, whom Jean gathered were assistants and clerks. The one in the middle was apparently the embassador himself. He noticed that the coats they were wearing were waterproof, as all of them were dry despite the pouring rain outside. The material of their coats had a bright, fresh color. It was, however, neither fur nor leather.
It appeared that the rumor which Graycastle did produce many curious items was true.
However, Jean squeezed his eyebrow as he looked on the embassador. The embassador was definitely a Mojin by his look. Why could a Mojin, who usually served as a slave here, be a noble in Graycastle?
Even though he was shocked, the baron showed a hearty smile and completely hid his emotions. He spread out his hands and said, “I’m the lord of the Sedimentation Bay. As you can see, this is a beautiful and bustling city, a wonderful place for you to take a rest. May I know what brought you here today?”
The baron was speaking in such a humble courteous manner, and he was confident that even a duke would receive him with some civilities.
But the Mojin remained expressionless. He replied flatly, “My name is Iron Axe, the commander of the First Army and also the supervisor of this expedition. Let’s save the small talk. The Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart will soon become a battlefield. I came here on the order of the King of Graycastle, Chief of the Mojin clan, and ruler of the Fertile Plains, King Roland Wimbledon, to save your all.”
“What the heck?”
Jean Bate could not believe what he had just heard, wondering what the Chief meant and where the Fertile Plains was. Was the embassador making a war threat against the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart? Why did he threaten him outright without negotiation?
“Er…”
Instead, it was Zum who replied first, “Is the First Army the army that defeated the church?”
“Yes,” Iron Axe affirmed with a nod.
“Sir Iron Axe, we obviously don’t want to see a war here, but we can’t make the decision on our own. There will always be someone who will attempt to resist. If you could persuade them, then we can avoid this war.” Zum retorted.
Jean nodded vigorously, and he was glad that Zum did a good job. In that case, the Redstone Gate and the Tusk had to fight as well. He looked at Iron Axe triumphantly but was surprised to see a hint of sarcasm in Iron Axe’s eyes.