dognovel Chapter 663 Return to Wyndham
Chapter 663 Return to Wyndham
The caravan from the Kingdom of Heldran slowly entered the territory of Wyndam, bathed in the morning light.
As the wheels rolled over the bluestone road, the convoy arrived at the city gate. The majestic gate was already open, like a sleeping giant opening its sleepy eyes to welcome distinguished guests from afar.
Inside the city gate, the Midland honor guard, dressed in neat uniforms, had been waiting for a long time, their long guns pointing diagonally to the sky.
The moment the convoy passed through the city gate, a wave of enthusiasm swept over them.
On both sides of the street, dense crowds surged like a tide, and even the windows of the houses were crowded with heads sticking out, all curious and enthusiastic eyes fixed on the team from Heldland.
The sounds of conversation and exclamations mingled together, creating a noisy yet warm wave of voices that almost engulfed the entire street. After all, they rarely saw their own king, so the visit of a foreign king was indeed a novelty.
This was the treatment Midland had prepared for John, the same triumphant ceremony he had received when he returned victorious from his expedition to the Kingdom of Balden.
"Don't push, no one can cross the line."
A crisp, powerful voice echoed repeatedly through the crowd; it was the soldiers of Midland maintaining order.
Clad in armor and with gleaming swords at their waists, they stood tall and straight as pines, forming a solid human wall neatly arranged on both sides of the street.
The soldiers had sharp eyes, constantly scanning the surrounding crowd with vigilance. Occasionally, a few children would try to cross the designated boundary, but they would be stopped by the soldiers.
The Midland honor guard at the front took the lead and began to clear the way for the motorcade.
The honor guard marched in perfect unison, each step landing like a beat, while the flags of the two countries fluttered in the wind.
Just then, colorful petals began to fall from the sky.
Petals of various colors and varieties intertwined and poured down from the sky.
Some of these petals came from the windowsills of houses on both sides of the street. The residents had already prepared baskets full of petals and were now scattering them into the air.
"It's been a long time since I've been here."
Inside the carriage, John spoke softly, his voice tinged with emotion.
He turned his gaze to the window, looking at the familiar street scene before him. The buildings on both sides of the street were still the same as he remembered. Everything seemed so familiar, as if time had stood still here, without any change.
If it were their own capital, Helmingen, the streetscape would have changed several times over such a long period of time.
The convoy continued its journey, passing through bustling streets, and finally arrived at a stone bridge.
After crossing the stone bridge, the street scene on both sides suddenly changed significantly.
If the streets before were full of the charm of medieval traditional architecture, then what comes into view now is a completely different scene.
The buildings began to use more red bricks, with rows of houses made of red bricks arranged neatly. The window designs were also more exquisite, with white window frames paired with transparent glass, making them appear bright and clean.
John had already reviewed the itinerary and knew that this was the Heldland expatriate district.
Since the establishment of the Kingdom of Heldran, the Heldran Embassy in Midland has been located here. A nearby area was also purchased by the Heldran Chamber of Commerce to house the embassy staff and Heldran expatriates who work and live in Wyndam.
Sure enough, as the convoy entered the expatriate area, the welcoming voices from both sides instantly became several times louder than before.
A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd, filled with excitement and pride, a stark contrast to the earlier welcomes from the people of Midland.
John looked out the car window and saw people waving the flag of the Kingdom of Heldran among the crowds on both sides of the street. The tricolor flag looked particularly bright and eye-catching in the sunlight.
John also took the opportunity to open the carriage window, stretch out his hand, and wave to the crowds on both sides.
The cheers from the crowd grew even louder, and people surged forward, eager to get a better look at their king.
"Your Majesty, beware of assassins."
The knight beside him whispered a reminder, his tone tinged with caution.
John felt a chill run down his spine, then realized what was happening. Although the atmosphere was lively in this foreign land, potential dangers still lingered.
He glanced at the knight, then slowly put his hand back into the carriage, still smiling, and nodded to the crowd outside the window.
Seeing this, the knight stepped aside with peace of mind, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, always ready to protect John's safety.
The convoy slowly drove through the streets of the expatriate district, with cheers from both sides never ceasing.
After the carriage had been traveling for a while, it gradually slowed down. John knew that the palace in Windam was approaching. Sure enough, not long after, a magnificent palace came into view.
The palace's outer gates were slowly opening, like a giant mouth, to welcome the convoy.
The caravan slowed down and slowly drove into the palace gates. Soon, John's carriage stopped at the end of the red carpet, facing the inner gate of the palace.
The driver respectfully opened the carriage door and lowered the foot pedal.
John straightened his clothes and crown, then took a deep breath and stepped down from the carriage.
As soon as John stepped onto the red carpet, he looked up and saw a group of figures standing in front of the palace door opposite him.
Leading the group was King Midland, dressed in magnificent royal attire, wearing a crown, his expression dignified yet with a hint of a smile.
On either side of him stood the royal family members of the Kingdom of Midland, as well as various high-ranking officials and ministers, all dressed in formal attire, lined up neatly, and looking in John's direction.
John walked steadily down the red carpet, followed closely by his ministers. King Midland also stepped forward, a gentle smile on his face.
Upon arriving before King Midland, John nodded slightly, a polite smile on his face, and extended his hand to shake hands firmly with the King.
"Your Majesty King Heldran, you must be tired from your journey."
The King of Midland's voice carried a familiar warmth.
"Wendam has finally welcomed its distinguished guest."
John nodded gently, released his hand, and bowed slightly, his tone humble and sincere:
"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty King Midland. The warmth of Wyndam is more unforgettable than the scenery along the way."
King Midland laughed heartily, his smile filled with satisfaction:
"I'm glad you like it. When you returned victorious from your expedition to Balden, the people of Wyndam remembered you, and now that you've come again, their enthusiasm remains as strong as ever."
"The people's sentiments are the purest, and Heldran and I will always remember this kindness."
John's gaze swept over the Midland officials and royal relatives beside him, his eyes conveying a polite greeting.
"The purpose of this visit is to further consolidate the friendship between our two countries, so that this friendship may flow on like the river that encircles Weindam."
King Midland raised an eyebrow. This little brat is quite good at talking. Sure enough, once you reach the pinnacle of power, you'll say anything.
King Midland gestured for his officials to wait a moment, then said to John:
"Between you and me, there has never been a need for many words. The friendship between our two countries has always been reflected in our hearts. You must be tired after your journey. Why don't you come with me into the palace to rest for a while, and we can discuss the follow-up matters later."