Chapter 670 (1/2)

Chapter 670: The Sad Ambassador

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Yorko requested to present himself on the court meeting the following day.

As the two kingdoms had just formed an alliance, his request was soon approved, and two magnificently armored knights escorted him to the palace hall.

Over the past two to three months, Yorko had made numerous vain attempts to see King of Dawn. He wished now, however, that King Appen could have ignored him like he had usually done.

Unfortunately, the reality was always cruel.

By the time he entered the hall, the court meeting was close to its end.

The young king was leaning against his throne, talking animatedly with the ministers. He did not sit up until Yorko bent his knees. “Please rise. I’ve heard you’ve brought a letter from Roland Wimbledon?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Yorko answered mechanically. “He congratulates on your coronation and has expressed his earnest desire that the two kingdoms will establish a long-term relationship of cooperation and friendship.”

Appen Moya smiled. “That sounds something new. Did he send any presents?”

“Well, of… course.” The Ambassador revolved his reply rapidly in his mind. “The fleet carrying those presents are currently on the way. The letter was actually delivered by post horses.”

“I remember when King Wimbledon III was crowned, my father sent a delegation of 200 people to celebrate his coronation. There were 11 wagons full of presents, including goldware, fine wines, silk as well as pretty maids. I’m very curious about what Roland would gift me as a return.”

The ministers in the hall burst into a fit of laughter.

Yorko swallowed hard, completely having no idea how to shoot back an answer. He doubted the validity of the story and wondered why Roland had not said anything about presents in the letter. As an ambassador, he had a good reason to be ignorant of the matter. However, for Roland, he should have known the gift-giving etiquette.

“Did he say anything else?” Appen asked.

For a second, Yorko wanted to excuse himself. Yet when he weighed the consequence of such an act, he forced himself to stay put. The outcome of infuriating King of Dawn would be no more than being shut out by nobles in the king’s city. If he disappointed Roland, however, he would probably be relieved from the position as an ambassador.

Yorko ground his teeth. “His Majesty… um… also hopes that you stop persecuting witches and treat them as free peoples. Otherwise, the Kingdom of Graycastle would have to employ force to settle the matter, just as what they did to the church.”

The hall was deadly silent after he finished.

The ambassador felt sweats started to bead on his forehead.

After quite a while, Appen Moya broke off. “Did Roland Wimbledon really say that? Give me the letter.”

A knight approached Yorko at once and snatched the parchment from him.

Yorko could sense the coldness in King of Dawn’s tone even without looking at him.