The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

"The Mu Continent? That's an interesting name, but it makes sense."

Margaret chatted with Rosalyn while puffing on her cigarette.

The gray-robed man felt his hand holding the staff trembling; the woman before him was actually the blue dragon from before.

On the continent of Soren, dragons rarely take on human form, but on the continent of Mu, dragons seem to prefer using human form for their activities.

The group is now waiting in the waiting room. Of course, the Castilian delegation has no idea what a train is or what they are waiting for.

Myron had said that he would take the Castilian delegation to see the governor, so the Castilian delegation subconsciously assumed that the train was something like a horse-drawn carriage, and that this town was probably the so-called capital of Capet.

The reason for this misunderstanding, besides Myron's failure to express himself clearly, is that this place is indeed not much worse than the capital of Castile. The town is well-planned, the merchants are prosperous, and the grey-robed man hardly saw any of the people with dull eyes that are common in Castile along the way.

Everyone seemed to be working and very busy. In Castile, it was undoubtedly a large city. The station where everyone was waiting, though simple in design, was grand and imposing. Its austere lines, in particular, seemed to have been meticulously planned and polished by an artist, exuding solemnity and elegance.

In the minds of Grey Robe and Rosalind, this was a type of architecture that only appeared in large cities.

Therefore, the gray-robed man speculated that this place was very likely already the outskirts of the country's capital, and the next step was to send everyone to the real capital.

Was it just good luck? Unexpectedly, misfortune turned into blessing, and I was actually saved by the allied nations of elves and dragons.

The gray-robed man was filled with trepidation. Although this country claimed to be an ally of the elves, judging from the capital city and the train station, its strength should not be underestimated, and it had even far surpassed the legendary elves.

Moreover, the other side claimed that they invented the musket first, and that the muskets of other countries were just inferior imitations, which was indeed the case judging from the firepower of those Lars knights.

However, Rosalind is now more curious about the other things around her, especially about Margaret in front of her.

"Big sister, are you really a dragon?"

Rosalyn had already finished bathing with the help of the maids and changed into a Castilian dress. The bruises on her body had also mostly healed under the effect of the potion. Rosalyn was obviously still very young, and the dress looked out of place on her, like a little girl wearing her mother's clothes.

However, this is also a symbol of Rosalind's status; when meeting important figures, Rosalind will have to change her clothes again.

At this moment, Rosalind was curiously observing Margaret. This was the first time Rosalind had seen a dragon in human form so closely.

"believe it or not."

After taking a deep drag, Margaret said, "Tell me more about the dragons on your Solon continent."

Originally, the dragons wouldn't intervene in continental conflicts because of the rules of the tower, but things are different now. The tower is gone, and the dragons that were once banished have returned. Under these circumstances, the dragons on the continent don't mind giving Linde more help, and it would be even better if Linde could deal with those dragons himself.

The gray-robed man, being a high-level professional, did indeed sense an aura from Margaret similar to that of the blue dragon from before. He dared not be negligent and recounted the situation of the dragons on the continent of Soron in detail.

The dragons on the continent of Soren are not doing well. Even though they have been sustainably exploiting the land, the wealth they have accumulated is far less than that of the dragons here who are doing legitimate business.

Margaret roughly estimated that the cash flow of the Shining Gold Alliance alone could be equivalent to the wealth of the dragon over there, not to mention other hidden assets.

No wonder those who escaped wanted to come back; it seems it wasn't just about revenge.

Just as the Castilian delegation was curiously observing the waiting room and station, they suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet tremble slightly. The grey-robed men and the remaining guards of the delegation instantly gripped their weapons and protected Rosalind. Everyone instinctively thought that a giant monster or dragon was attacking.

But everyone else at the station, including Margaret, remained calm. Before the gray-robed man could even ask why there would be monster attacks in the royal city, a steel train whistled and pulled into the station.

The gray-robed man swallowed hard. If he could understand the special magic that powered the horse-drawn carriage he had ridden in before, the steel behemoth before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

How exactly does it move?

Grey Robe was already a wise man with considerable experience on the continent of Soron. He had been a mercenary, ventured deep into the Dragon's Lair, and was well-versed in various legends and classics. He had seen all sorts of things, but this was a scene that Grey Robe had never seen before.

A beautiful woman with a cool and aloof demeanor greeted the Castilian delegation as they disembarked from the train.

"Greetings, people of Castile. I am Caroline, the interim foreign minister of the Cape North."

After the situation stabilized, Caroline no longer needed to stay in the North. Because she was originally from a noble family and had joined them quite early, Caroline had now become the person in charge of traditional noble affairs in Lind's entrepreneurial team.

The main reason for appointing this interim foreign minister is that there is almost no diplomatic need among the countries on the mainland right now. After all, everyone is at war with each other and they are so familiar with each other that there is no need to go to the trouble of making things complicated.

The only diplomat is likely the person responsible for liaising with the people of the Kingdom of Avar.

Linde had originally given Caroline a break so she could rest with her family in the capital, but Caroline couldn't stay idle and took the initiative to host the guests.

The gray-robed group had no choice but to accept the invitation and step into the belly of the steel behemoth.

Although you can feel the ground trembling as the train moves, the interior of the carriage, or rather, this particular carriage, is quite smooth and comfortable.

Rosalyn deliberately chose a window seat, and after the train started moving, she looked at the scenery outside the train with shining eyes.

Meanwhile, the gray-robed man took on the duties of the royal advisor and discussed serious matters with Caroline.

"So, your governor knew about this in advance, which is why he sent people to greet us?"

"That's right, but the governor was just trying it out. The knights of Lars were testing their new equipment, so he sent them all the way to the coastline to try their luck."

Caroline spoke eloquently while elegantly sipping her tea.

The tea was made with precious white sugar from the continent of Soren. After blowing on it a few times, Princess Rosalind secretly added a few pieces of sugar that were placed on the side to the tea when no one was looking.

Although the Castilian royal family is not short of sweets, it is clear that the little princess is not having a good time there.

Caroline saw all of this, but she was too embarrassed to say anything.

"Were those knights just testing new equipment?"

On the contrary, the man in the gray robe had no interest in drinking tea whatsoever.

From the moment the train started moving, the man in the grey robe knew he had been wrong. This was not a royal city at all, but just a remote border town.

If even a remote border town has this kind of transportation, then this country's technological level and control over its territory have far exceeded Grey Robe's imagination.

But if Castile could get help from this country...

"Of course, those knights are already our strongest warriors, so the latest equipment should naturally be given to the strongest warriors."

Caroline's undisguised pride made the grey-robed man extremely envious.

However, the grey-robed man was somewhat relieved. No wonder those knights in huge armor could completely overwhelm those Avar soldiers; this was to be expected.

No, this is absolutely not normal! A full-strength Avar Legion led by high-ranking knights was wiped out just like that? It's not surprising that they won, but the victory was far too easy. This is completely beyond the Grey Robe's common sense. What on earth happened on this continent?

At the same time, the gray-robed man was also very puzzled: "But for the strongest warriors to leave their homeland just to welcome us, who may be coming, isn't that going a bit too far..."

If Castile had this level of combat strength, His Majesty wouldn't feel at ease leaving the country, let alone the royal city.

"Knight Myron is indeed the strongest, but apart from Knight Myron."

Caroline glanced at the guards around her and said, "We still have many more Lars Knights."