“Is it M Continent? What an interesting name, but it makes sense.”
Margaret exhaled smoke while chatting with Rosalind.
The Gray Robe felt his hand holding the staff trembling; the woman in front of him was indeed the Blue Dragon from before.
On the Solun Continent, dragons rarely show their human form, but on M Continent, dragons seem to prefer using human forms for activities.
Currently, everyone was waiting in the waiting room, and unlike in Castile, the delegation didn’t know what a train was nor did they know what they were waiting for.
However, Myron mentioned that they would soon be meeting the Lord Governor, so the Castile delegation instinctively thought that the train was something similar to a horse-drawn carriage and that this town was likely the so-called Cape Royal City.
The reason for this misunderstanding, besides Myron’s unclear explanation, was that this place wasn’t much worse than Castile’s Royal Capital. The town was neatly planned and prosperous, and along the way, the Gray Robe hardly saw anyone typical of Castile with a vacant gaze.
Everyone looked like they had work to do and were very busy. This was undeniably a large city, especially the station where they were waiting. Though its design was simple, it was grand and atmospheric, with stark lines that seemed carefully crafted by an artist, solemn and elegant.
In the Gray Robe and Rosalind’s impression, such architecture could only be found in large cities.
Thus, the Gray Robe speculated that this was likely the outskirts of the royal city of this country, and they were about to be sent to the real royal city.
Should he say he was fortunate? He didn’t expect to benefit unexpectedly, having been saved by an ally country of elves and dragons.
The Gray Robe felt anxious; although this country claimed to be an ally of the elves, based on this Royal Capital and station, its strength could not be underestimated, even surpassing the legendary elves.
Moreover, the other party claimed that firearms were invented by them first, and that the firearms from other countries were merely inferior imitations; judging by the firepower of those Lars Knights, this indeed seemed to be the case.
However, Rosalind was now more curious about the things around her, especially regarding Margaret.
“Older Sister, are you really a dragon?”
At this point, Rosalind had finished her bath with the help of the maids and had changed into a dress from Castile. The bruises on her body had healed significantly due to the potion, and Rosalind appeared quite childish. The dress seemed out of place on her, like a little girl trying on her mother’s clothing.
However, this also symbolized Rosalind’s status; when meeting important figures, she would have to change into another outfit.
At this moment, Rosalind was curiously examining Margaret, as it was her first time seeing a dragon in human form up close.
“Believe it or not.”
After taking a deep breath, Margaret said, “Tell me more about the dragons from your Solun Continent.”
Originally, dragons would not intervene in disputes on the continent due to the rules of the towers, but that was no longer the case; since the towers were gone, the dragons that had been expelled had returned, and under such circumstances, dragons on the continent wouldn’t mind giving Lind some extra help, especially if Lind could resolve those dragons by himself.
The Gray Robe, being a High-Level Profession, sensed a familiar aura from Margaret, reminiscent of that blue dragon, and didn’t dare to be careless. He shared the information about the dragons on the Solun Continent in detail.
Dragons on the Solun Continent did not have a good life; even though they had been continuously overfishing, the wealth they accumulated was nowhere near as rich as that of the dragons on this side, who were genuinely focused on doing business.
Margaret roughly estimated that just the cash flow of the Golden Merchants Alliance might equal the wealth of dragons over there, not to mention other hidden assets.
No wonder that group of exiled clansmen wanted to return; it seemed that it was not just about revenge.
As the Castile delegation was curiously examining the waiting room and station, they suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly. The Gray Robe and the remaining guards of the delegation instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, protecting Rosalind’s side, as everyone subconsciously thought that it was a giant monster or dragon attacking.
But the others at the station, including Margaret, appeared calm. Before the Gray Robe could express his doubts about why there would be a monster attack in the royal city, a steel train whistled into the station.
The Gray Robe swallowed; if he could understand the previous horse-drawn carriage’s operation through some special magic, the steel beast before him completely surpassed what he could comprehend.
How on earth did it move?
The Gray Robe, experienced in the Solun Continent, had formerly been a mercenary who delved into dragon lairs and had read various legendary texts. He had seen all sorts of scenes, but he truly had never encountered such a spectacle.
Descending from the train to welcome the Castile delegation was a cool and beautiful woman.
“Greetings to everyone from Castile, I am Caroline, the temporary Foreign Minister of Cape Northern Border.”
With the situation stabilized, Caroline no longer needed to restrain herself in the Northern Border since she was from a noble family and had pledged allegiance quite early. Now, she had become an integral part of Lind’s founding team and was responsible for affairs related to traditional nobles.
This temporary foreign minister position was also due to the lack of diplomatic needs among the countries on the continent since everyone was fighting with each other and had become quite familiar; there was no need for formalities.
The only diplomat was likely responsible for liaison with the Avar Kingdom.
Originally, Lind had given Caroline a break, allowing her to rest in the royal city with her family, but Caroline couldn’t sit still and took on the task of hosting guests.
The Gray Robe and the others had no choice but to accept the invitation and step into the belly of the steel beast.
Although they could feel the tremors of the earth as the train traveled, inside the carriage, it was fairly stable and comfortable.
Rosalind had deliberately picked a window seat, and once the train started moving, her eyes sparkled as she gazed out at the scenery.
The Gray Robe, taking on his role as National Master, discussed important matters with Caroline.
“So, does your Lord Governor know the news in advance, which is why he sent someone to welcome us?”
“Exactly; actually, Lord Governor only had a ‘let’s give it a try’ mentality because the Lars Knights happened to be testing new equipment and had sent the knights all the way to the coastline to take a chance.”
As Caroline spoke confidently, she elegantly took a sip of tea.
The tea had precious sugar from the Solun Continent added to it, and while Rosalind took a few sips, she subtly added several pieces of sugar that had been placed nearby when no one was looking.
Although the Castile royal family was not lacking in sugar, it was evident that this little princess wasn’t living too comfortably.
Caroline noticed all this, but didn’t want to comment.
“Those knights are just testing new equipment?”
On the contrary, the Gray Robe had no mood to enjoy the tea.
From the moment the train started, he realized he had misjudged; this was not a royal city, but merely a border town.
If a border town had such transportation tools, this country’s level of technology and control over its territory exceeded the Gray Robe’s imagination.
If Castile could gain the help of this country…
“Well, those knights are already our strongest warriors; naturally, the newest equipment is meant for the strongest warriors.”
The pride in Caroline’s eyes made the Gray Robe feel envious.
However, the Gray Robe also felt a bit relieved; no wonder those knights in massive armor could completely crush those Avar soldiers. That made sense.
No, this was totally abnormal! A full-fledged Avar legion led by a high-level knight was simply wiped out like that? Winning wasn’t surprising, but the ease of the victory was beyond the Gray Robe’s understanding. What had happened on this continent?
At the same time, the Gray Robe was also very puzzled: “Isn’t it a bit too formal for the strongest warriors to leave their territory just to welcome us?”
If Castile had such level of military strength, it wouldn’t be reassuring for them to leave their territory, let alone the royal city.
“Myron the Knight is indeed the strongest, but apart from Myron, we also have many Lars Knights.”
Caroline glanced at the guards beside her and said.
