Chapter 33 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

After a slew of work, Gawain finally entered the Silver Castle in the most high-profile manner possible with many people watching.

The poor had no time to care about this. The normal people were uninterested in this. The small-time merchants and city residents only had leisurely interest in this. But almost every informed noble followed this event from the beginning.

But the towering, silver castle walls blocked most of the view. The lower and middle class nobles were not allowed to enter the Silver Castle. In the early hours of the morning, the King had ordered for information channels from the higher ups be cut off. Thus, they had no choice but to watch the grand procession as it entered the castle, and at the end of it, talk about the information announced earlier that were not kept secret.

The Grand Duke of the North, Victoria Wilder arrived at Silver Castle three days ago.

The Grand Duke of the West, Baldwin Franklin and the Grand Duke of the East, Silas Loland, arrived at the Silver Castle an hour ago.

Several advisors and the King’s Hand entered the castle.

The gate was closed, and no one knew what was going on inside.

Was this a banquet? A secret discussion? A dispute? Or might it even be an assassination?

Countless pairs of eyes wandered as they watched the castle. Noses were twitching nervously, sniffing for hints of a scheme or opportunities. Mouths opened and closed as they spewed new ideas and rumors. Listeners were wise to not take these news as truth because no one would know what the resurrected one who died seven hundred years ago would talk about with the King.

Francis II did not host any annoying banquets, nor did he summon Gawain to the royal court. Instead, he decided that they would meet in the Oak Hall next to the meeting chamber just as Gawain had requested.

The Oak Hall was an old place. Its existence could be traced back seven hundred years ago when the foundations to the Silver Castle had just been laid. The castle then, did not look like it was covered in silver as it did now. They called it ‘silver’ only for the mere reason that Charlie I could not come up with a better name.

Being the oldest room in this castle which had seen countless renovations, the Oak Hall had been imbued with magic by a powerful court druid 400 years ago to ensure that its main wooden structure could be preserved forever (in actual fact, the magic had to be recharged every hundred years).

Although the size of the Oak Hall was only one-third the size of the meeting chamber, the small and old hall was actually the most extraordinary place in the castle. Only nobles who were counts or higher-ranked could be present in this hall, and only matters of relevance to the fate of the kingdom were to be discussed here in secret.

A round oak table was placed in the middle of the hall. The King sat in the spot in the star chart which represented the ‘crown’. On his right hand side sat the King’s Hand, Eden. He was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and brooding eyes. On the King’s right hand side sat the Grand Duke of the North, Victoria Wilder. Further on the left and right sides respectively, were the Grand Duke of the West, Baldwin Franklin and the Grand Duke of the East, Silas Loland. There were also several others whose names Gawain could not be bothered to remember. And the royal advisers sat in another row of chairs behind the King.

Rebecca was the only one beside Gawain.

Amber and Knight Byron were definitely not eligible to be present here. Thus Gawain simply left them in the mansion at 4 Crown Street. He had never even thought about bringing Amber to the Silver Castle. Given how the lady bandit was so dedicated to her profession, she would definitely scrape off all the silver foil on the walls outside the castle.

Besides the King’s Hand and the group of advisors, who seemed to be there to fill the numbers, the others were all descendants of the pioneers from when Anzu was founded (including the pioneer Gawain himself). This meeting was already very special before it began.

As a founding pioneer, Gawain did not need to make salutations to anyone in the hall, so he simply went to sit down in his seat. Meanwhile Rebecca was obviously a little nervous. She squeezed her fist and took several deep breaths to calm herself down, forgetting that she had to greet the King.

But no one would hold her for it in this situation. This was the benefit of coming to the meeting with her authoritative ancestor.

Since he wore a Grand Duke’s attire and the Sword of Pioneers at his waist, once Gawain walked into the room, everyone cast their gazes at him. Until the living fossil sat down on the chair, those eyes continued to watch. This was not in line with the aristocrats’ etiquette, but it was hard not to look. A 700-year-old person had popped out of the coffin and was walking right in front of them. How were they expected not to stare?

As they watched, many were still wondering whether Gawain was in fact as true as they heard him to be. Or perhaps they were wondering how Francis II would see it.

Just then, the old King stood across the table. He had gray hair and looked very old. But he still had an imposing manner and vigor. He led the three grand dukes and the other participants to rise as well.