There were about fifty people, all dressed in armor, shining in the sun.There were four flags in the team, three of them were the flag of the Royal Family of Graycastle, the Twin Spears Tower Flag, and the last one was the flag of the Horse Head Tower Flag. After thinking for a while, he recognized that it should be the symbol of the Hawes Family of the Northern Region.
One of the Knight's team walked out and shouted: "I am Lehman Hawes, the messenger of King Timothy. I bring the resolution of King's City, please lower the drawbridge."
"Where's the proof?" Pérot asked loudly, poking his head out.
The other side took a bow and arrow from his back, tied a paper roll to the arrow, and directly shot it to the top of the city wall.
The guard next to him immediately picked up the arrow. Pérot unfolded the parchment and saw that the bottom of the document was faintly inlaid with crisscrossing gold threads, and the lower right corner was stamped with the royal seal of Wimbledon. It was indeed the messenger of the new King.
"Lower the drawbridge, open the door."Pérot took a deep breath, he had already roughly guessed the content of the so-called King's City resolution, it was most likely related to Roland Wimbledon. Since the other side was not a fake, he had no reason to refuse the new King's messenger, otherwise it would be equivalent to making an enemy out of Graycastle King's City. Once this news spread, the other families would certainly not hesitate to point their spears at the Honeysuckle Family territory, and the suppressed undercurrent in the city would instantly rebound.
However, Timothy only sent a delegation of fifty people to inquire about the situation, which also confirmed the 4th Prince's statement, the new King might not have the time to govern the Western Region.
Since His Royal Highness could even repel the Duke's coalition army of more than a thousand people, perhaps these fifty people could only return without accomplishing anything.
Of course, this news still needed to be reported to His Highness Roland as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, he called the previous Knight, "Westeros, you take three short-tailed horses, change them all the way, and as soon as possible tell this news to the Lord of Border Town. Just say that Timothy's men have arrived. "
"Yes, sir." Westeros nodded.
Seeing the Knight turn around and leave, Pérot sighed, "Let's go down and welcome the new King's messenger."
…
Only when he stood at the city gate did he realize that other than the dozen or so people at the front of the procession who seemed to be in high spirits, the rest of the Knight looked a little dispirited. Their bodies were hunched as they sat on their horses, as if they would collapse at any time.
"Hello, Sir Lehman," Pérot nodded in greeting. "I'm the fortress manager, Pérot Hull of the Honeysuckle Family."
The word 'fortress manager' made him feel a little awkward. If he was really in charge of the Western Region and the Duke of Stronghold, he would not have to salute the messenger, nor would he have to greet the messenger at the door. He would only have to wait in the Lord's castle and wait for the messenger to ask for an audience.
"I've heard of your name in Coldwind Ridge, Acting Duke," Lehman dismounted from his horse and walked up to him with a smile. "Your Western Territory is really a strange place. Duke Ryan gathered an army but was unable to capture a small town. Instead, he lost his life. This is rare in Graycastle. Of course, this might be good news for Honeysuckle. "
Pérot automatically ignored the sarcasm in his words. "How are your subordinates? They look a little … uncomfortable. "
"Don't worry about them," Lehman glanced back at him. "They probably haven't acclimatized to the climate after such a long journey. They'll be fine after a short rest. To be honest, this place is too hot. "
"It's the North that's too cold." Since the other side didn't care, Pérot didn't bother to pay attention to this matter. "I'm curious, why did His Majesty's messenger set off from Coldwind Ridge instead of King's City?"
"Because His Majesty Timothy is currently in the Northern Region," he said bluntly. "Duke Ace took advantage of the fact that the border guards were weak to create riots in the North. He was suspected of rebellion, so the king had to send troops to suppress the rebellion."
Rebellion? Pérot frowned. This didn't make sense. Although the border guards had Knight and mercenaries from all over Graycastle, most of the members were still the Duke's own subordinates. How could he start a rebellion when his own subordinates had suffered heavy losses?Thinking of the Duke Ryan's letter that he intended to take advantage of this opportunity to annex the Northern Region, a bad premonition arose in his heart … Could it be that Timothy Wimbledon had the same idea?
"So what was King's City's decision?"
"A recall order," Lehman said. "His Majesty sent me here precisely because he didn't want to see the Western Region also fall into chaos. If I remember correctly, as early as the Months of Demons, His Majesty sent a recall order to Roland Wimbledon, but he still hasn't returned to King's City. "
"The document should have been sent to Stronghold five months ago, but His Highness Roland didn't return to Stronghold to take refuge before the Months of Demons like the previous Lords." Pérot paused. "At that time, he was in Border Town leading his people to resist the invasion of demonic beasts, so he couldn't immediately return to King's City."
"Now it's been almost three months since the end of the Months of Demons," Lehman couldn't deny. "The king sent me to escort him back to King's City."
"When do you plan to go to Border Town?"
"We'll leave early tomorrow morning."
Normally, it would take them three days to reach Border Town, but if the Knight I sent out traveled day and night, it would only take one day and one night to deliver the news. In this way, His Highness Roland should be able to make preparations. Pérot thought, I can only do this much.
Leading the delegation to the stronghold's camp, he stopped and said, "This was originally the Duke's Knight regiment's station. You can rest here for the night, dinner will be sent to you. As for Mr. Messenger, "he looked at Lehman Hawes," the castle will hold a sumptuous dinner for you, please be sure to attend. "
"Thank you for your generosity, Sir Pérot," the latter said with a smile.
*
After the dinner, Lehman returned to the camp and walked into the central tent. Several of his men immediately surrounded him.
"How is the situation?" he asked.
"There are people watching all around, and there are nearly a hundred troops stationed at the exit, but most of them don't have complete armor, so they should be the city patrol," one of them reported. "It seems that the Lord doesn't trust us."
"At least the information is correct, and the news I heard from the banquet also confirmed this." Lehman said in a deep voice. "After the Duke's defeat, most of the Knight were captured and sent to Border Town, so there are not many elites in Stronghold who can be used in combat."
Before arriving here, he had already learned about the situation in Longsong Stronghold. The task given to him by His Majesty Timothy was very simple, that is, to find out the reason for the Duke's defeat, and then take the corresponding measures to seize control of the Western Region as soon as possible.
"Those who took the medicine … how are they?"
"They are almost at their limit," another man said, "Now as long as they are given the pills, they are willing to do anything."
The envoy delegation was just a cover, a team of fifty people, of which only thirteen were real Knight, the rest were mercenaries pretending to be Knight. Under the influence of the Church's pills, they were now more obedient than hounds, and more ferocious than demonic beasts. This was the key to Lehman's capture of the city gate.According to the plan, another 1,500 militia troops were slowly approaching Stronghold. As long as they opened the gate, the city would fall into their hands.