Chapter 372: Governor of the North—Arrives in the Imperial Capital!

October 18, 290 in the Imperial Calendar of the Britannia Empire.

21:31 pm.

Outskirts of Pendragon.

A group of chariots and horses were rushing towards the north gate of Pendragon, the capital of the Britannia Empire, at extremely fast speeds.

Groups of black-armored cavalry, holding torches, surrounded an exquisite and luxurious carriage, heading towards Pendragon's north gate like a long snake of lights.

The total number of black-armored cavalry gathered around this luxury carriage was at least one hundred. From the horses under their crotches, the armor they wore, as well as their superb equestrian skills and solemn faces, It can be seen that these teams of black-armored cavalry are definitely the elite of the army.

Sitting in such a luxurious carriage and being protected by more than a hundred elite cavalry, it was obvious what kind of big shot the person sitting in this carriage would be.

The person sitting in this carriage is an old man with gray beard and hair.

Judging from the appearance, this old man is probably around 60 years old, only about 1.7 meters tall, and has a somewhat thin body.

Although this old man is old, his eyes are still sharp and lively.

It was already late at night, but the old man was not sleepy at all.

He cast his gaze out the window and silently looked at the scenery outside the carriage in the moonlight.

The fields, woods, and streams in the wilderness, as well as the mountains further away, whose outlines can only be barely discernible, are all retreating rapidly.

The old man who frequently travels between the Imperial Capital and the Northern Territory is already very familiar with the scenery in the northern suburbs of the Imperial Capital.

The old man could tell from the scenery outside the car that he was now very close to the imperial capital of Pendragon.

Thinking of this, the old man took a deep breath and inhaled the cold night air into his lungs.

Breathing in the cold night air, the old man couldn't help but feel refreshed, and then he shouted:

"Coachman! Go faster!"

"yes!"

The coachman driving the car skillfully waved his whip.

The horse whip in the coachman's hand waved a beautiful whip in the air, and the four horses driving the horse looked up to the sky and neighed at the same time.

The accompanying cavalrymen also waved their whips and controlled their horses to keep up with the accelerating carriage.

The group of people ran towards Pendragon faster and faster.

In the past, even at night, the largest city in the Britannia Empire would not lose its vitality. Even at night, Pendragon's lights could still illuminate half of the sky, exuding no vitality at all. No worse than during the day.

However, now that the roundtable is about to take place, Pendragon has now imposed a curfew for safety reasons.

The original "city that never sleeps" has lost its endless vitality at night and has become silent due to the curfew.

However, the guards who stood like solid rocks at the gate of the imperial capital did not show any signs of slackness as night fell.

Almost all the big shots in the empire were gathered in Pendragon at this time because of the Round Table Conference, so Pendragon's security work was now strict to the point of being pathological.

Not only were the guards responsible for guarding the city gates showing no signs of slacking off as night fell, but the patrols who had been rushing to and from the streets of the imperial capital also did not slow down as night fell.

Soon, the guards guarding Pendragon's northern city gate heard bursts of rapid and uniform sounds of carriages and horses coming from far and near.

The guards guarding the north city gate looked carefully, and in front of them, there was a team of chariots and horses, running towards them.

——It was the old man's carriage and the hundred or so elite cavalry responsible for escorting him.

After seeing this group of chariots and horses, the soldiers guarding the North City Gate exchanged glances.

Everyone's eyes immediately became sharp.

Everyone moved their wrists and ankles,

Ready for battle.

"stop!"

After approaching Pendragon's northern city gate, the team of chariots and horses began to gradually slow down.

With a "stop" from one of the gatekeepers, the team of carriages and horses stopped just in time.

"who are you?"

The guard who just shouted "stop" asked aloud.

As soon as the guard finished saying this, the other guards behind him quietly put their hands on the swords at their waists, or put their index fingers on the triggers of the crossbows that were ready to fire. .

They are all ready for battle, and will immediately counterattack once they find out that this group of horses and chariots is not behaving well.

The leader of this motorcade dismounted from his horse very skillfully, then walked quickly to the guard who had just asked the question, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After whispering a few words, he took out an object from his arms and showed it to the guard.

After the guard listened to what he said to him and saw clearly the objects he showed him, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

"...I was just rude, let me go!"

The first half of what this guard said was to the leader of the convoy, and the second half to the other guards behind him.

After hearing this "let go", the guards all released their original fighting state, then separated the two sides and made way for the middle road, allowing the convoy to drive into Pendragon.

After the guards gave way, the convoy started driving again and slowly drove into Pendragon.

The guard who was in charge of questioning just now watched the convoy leave. Only after the convoy had completely disappeared from his sight did he retract his gaze and whispered to himself:

"Even the Governor of the North is here... But this is normal. For a round table meeting, all local officials have to come and participate. As the Governor of the North with the most power and the widest jurisdiction, of course he is There is no reason not to come and participate…”

…

After entering Pendragon, this team naturally could no longer drive as wildly as they did outside the city just now.

This convoy drove slowly through the city at an extremely gentle speed, slowly heading towards their destination - the residence of Jacob Churchill, the Prime Minister of the Imperial Palace in Britannia.

As the motorcade drove towards Jacob's mansion, it was naturally questioned by many patrol teams.

But after learning who the owner of this convoy was, all the patrols immediately stepped aside respectfully and let them pass.

Soon, the motorcade arrived at the door of Jacob's mansion.

After arriving at Jacob's mansion, all the escorting elite cavalry immediately dismounted, surrounded the carriage, and waited for the old man sitting on the carriage to get off.

"Mr. Humphrey." The coachman said respectfully to the carriage behind him, "We have arrived at Mr. Jacob's mansion."

"Um."

With a soft voice coming from inside the carriage, the carriage carriage opened.

The old man got off the carriage with steady steps.

After the old man got off the carriage, the cavalrymen who had been guarding the carriage immediately swarmed up and formed human walls to surround the old man.

The reason why the old man was surrounded like this was to prevent assassins from the enemy country from taking advantage of the old man to get out of the car and use a special crossbow to snipe the old man.

Under the protection of this heavy human wall, unless one uses the "giant siege crossbow" used for siege, it is absolutely impossible to break through this heavy human wall and shoot the old man protected by this heavy human wall. .

Under the protection of these elite cavalry, the old man safely entered Jacob's mansion.

After entering Jacob's mansion, he was immediately greeted by a middle-aged man dressed as a waiter: "Mr. Humphrey, please come this way. Mr. Jacob is already waiting for you."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." The old man responded, "Please lead the way."

"yes."

The waiter led the old man around. In order to prevent assassins, Jacob's mansion was specially designed to be extremely complicated.

Not only that, there are a large number of tunnels and secret passages throughout the mansion to ensure that Jacob can escape from here safely immediately if he is attacked by an assassin.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the old man was finally led to a room.

"Mr. Jacob is inside." The waiter said, "Then, I will leave first."

"Um."

After the waiter stepped back and completely disappeared from the old man's sight, the old man opened the door to the room.

There was almost no furniture in this room. There was only a small round table in the middle of the empty room.

An old man with white hair and beard, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and a pair of monocles was sitting at this small round table, looking at the old man who had just opened the door with a smile on his face.

"Humphrey, it's been a long time. The last time I saw you was at the year-end dinner at the end of last year, right? Time flies so fast, 10 months have passed in a flash."

"Well." The old man, who had been expressionless since just now, now had a long-lost smile on his face, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, Jacob."