Accompanying the deep sound of the steam whistle, the Roland came to a smooth stop at the pier. Perhaps it was because the ship was named after the Grand Chief, as Lorgar walked down the gangplank, she noticed that the people coming and going on the pier all stopped in unison, raising their right hands towards the ship.

And the soldiers of the First Army on the ship also returned the gesture in the same manner.

It must be a special etiquette.

However, it was different from any etiquette she had seen before. Neither side seemed to be in a subservient position. Whether giving or receiving the salute, both sides were equal… This made it difficult for her to understand. If both sides were equal in status, why perform a salute? In her opinion, whether it was a kneeling bow or a clenched fist salute, there was always one side that was the receiver of the salute, so as to express respect and obedience.

Moreover, she also noticed that even the children playing by the pier struck the same pose, puffing out their chests. Throughout this process, no one looked humble or unwilling. Everyone's eyes were filled with joy and vitality. Through this etiquette, they seemed to have completed an unspeakable communication.

"This is a military salute," Ashes took the initiative to say, "At first, I didn't understand why they did this. I thought it was Roland Wimbledon who forced the people to do so, but later I realized it wasn't what I thought."

Lorgar raised her eyebrows in surprise, "It has nothing to do with the ship being called the Roland?"

"That's right. As long as a ship carrying the First Army docks, they will spontaneously raise their hands to salute, because it represents the safe return of another group of family members who have journeyed abroad."

"But they don't look like… a family," the Third Princess hesitated. If it was family welcoming, shouldn't they be more excited? Moreover, the soldiers were mostly male, and there were very few women on the pier. Did each of them happen to have a brother?

Andrea shrugged, "All members of the First Army are from Neverwinter City, which means that not only do most residents have family members in the army, but many neighbors and friends do as well. It's completely different from mercenaries who seek work everywhere, and conscripted militia. It's more like a job full of honor. They celebrate the return of other people's children, and others will celebrate the safe arrival of their own relatives for them - this is probably what His Majesty means by the 'People's Army'."

An army entirely composed of the Lord's people?

The wolf girl wore a thoughtful expression, following the witches into Neverwinter City.

The first impression that this city, known as the new capital of Graycastle, gave her was neatness. Apart from the endless stream of pedestrians, both the houses and the streets were arranged in straight lines, even the trees on both sides of the road were like that. This compact layout made her feel a little oppressed. Although it looked magnificent, it lacked the freedom of Iron Sand City.

And to her disappointment, she couldn't see much snow in Neverwinter City. Even the hard ground under her feet was dry. Only on the branches and roofs could she see some remaining white snow.

The hope of touring a pure white snow city had fallen through.

Of course, this place wasn't without its merits.

Lorgar discovered that some of the houses along the street hung huge plaques, with various signs written on them, such as Old Hunter Leather, Papermill House, North Slope Gemstones, and so on... Although many of the horizontal signs were still blank, these alone were enough to dazzle her.

Moreover, there were even signposts erected at each intersection, not only indicating where each fork in the road led, but also labeling the corresponding streets with names.

For example, the one she was walking on now was Radiant Avenue.

The wolf girl quickly realized that this was of great help to strangers who were visiting Neverwinter City for the first time. Through these signs, she could quickly remember the general layout of the city, know where to buy and sell goods, and where to stay overnight, thus avoiding the trouble of seeking help from local thugs or rats.

Talking with the traveling merchants who traveled back and forth to the extreme south, she heard the most about the pioneering stories of arriving in a new place - unfamiliar cities were always full of hardships and setbacks, and exposing the identity of an outsider also meant putting oneself in a disadvantageous position in a sense.

And such a small gesture greatly facilitated newcomers. Even she, when she saw the road signs, felt an inexplicable sense of warmth, as if the city was welcoming her arrival.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that these bustling and busy streets seemed so natural.

Unfortunately, Lorgar didn't have much time to appreciate this foreign city.

Ashes quickly brought her into the Lord's Castle. After waiting in the hall for a short while, a guard brought the reply from the King of Graycastle, "Come with me, His Majesty has agreed to see you."

For some reason, Lorgar suddenly felt a little nervous.

She secretly took a deep breath, followed the guard up to the third floor, and then walked alone into a bright and transparent room.

Behind a mahogany table placed by the French window, leaned a surprisingly young man. He was wearing a plain robe, with gray hair draped over his shoulders. He wore neither a crown, nor finger rings or jewels. While playing with a quill, he was also looking at her with interest.

Was this the Grand Chief who had turned the extreme south upside down?

Lorgar found it difficult to associate the other person with the image she had imagined.

In her mind, someone with broad knowledge and extraordinary martial arts concepts should be entering middle age, with wrinkles appearing on his forehead, small braids of beard reaching his chest, and deep eyes. Even if the Northerners didn't like to braid their beards into long braids, he shouldn't be this young!

She now realized that she had overlooked an important thing, which was that in addition to inquiring carefully about the powerful martial artists in Neverwinter City, she had forgotten to inquire about the Grand Chief's situation.

After hesitating for a moment, the Third Princess decided to salute according to the rules of the Mojin people.

Shaking her ears, she touched her knees to the ground and slowly prostrated herself—after all, Lorgar had heard of the saying that gray hair was a symbol of the Graycastle royal family's bloodline.

"You are the Oracle of the Burning Flames clan, right?" The other person didn't deliberately make her salute for too long. The moment her forehead touched the ground, he spoke, "Get up, Wise Wolf, welcome to Neverwinter City. I am Roland Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle, and of course, your Grand Chief."

Wise Wolf? Lorgar frowned slightly inwardly. What kind of title was that? Were wolves divided into wise and unwise?

However, she quickly stood up as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't heard the phrase, "My name is Lorgar Burning Flames, Your Majesty. As for the title of Oracle... Since I'm here, it's more appropriate to call me a witch. In addition, my father, Gurz Burning Flames, asked me to pay my respects to you on behalf of the Burning Flames clan, and may your rule be as long as the oasis."

But this time she didn't get an immediate response.

While secretly wondering, the wolf girl secretly raised her eyes, only to find that the other person's gaze was fixed on her long ears.