Chapter 125: Chapter 46: Oathkeeper—Duncan! Misty rain.
The weather on Great Britain is indeed not great; just as the front line stabilized, it rained continuously for two or three days.
A group of Knights hastily traveled along the muddy road.
"No way."
"The paved roads built by the empire back then still need some repair."
Duncan looked at the fortress in the distance, pulling his warhorse to a halt and said: "Take a break for now and avoid the rain."
Great Britain doesn’t have Four Directions Avenue.
In many places, there’s only a dusty road, while better places have paved roads; however, they haven’t been maintained for decades and are almost like muddy roads. The strength of an empire can be somewhat understood by looking at its roads, as the Central Plains dynasty places great importance on the official roads and stations.
Eighty-mile urgent relay is a test of the roads.
Clegane led the Sarmatian riders, safeguarding Duncan all around. He glanced at the sky and said: "Sir, we should arrive before nightfall."
After speaking, he passed a signal to the people beside him.
Several Sarmatian riders immediately began handing out food and water to others, primarily those sworn in allegiance to Duke of Dingtiger’s guards.
Clegane said in a low voice: "Sir."
"I secretly made contact with them; many are willing to swear allegiance to you!"
The weather grew colder.
Put an extra coat on Sir!
Clegane’s intention was clear; that is, if Duncan wanted to seize the Duke of Dingtiger’s position, most would support him.
The position of Duke—Duncan could sit whenever he wished.
Duncan glanced at him indifferently, calmly saying: "I understand."
All decisions rest with him.
Though Cornwall is the old home of Duke of Dingtiger, where many might still be loyal to him, if Duncan truly wished to seize power, none could stop him.
A man wins fame on the battlefield!
Duncan’s war record and prestige are enough to intimidate and forcibly subdue others.
But doing so would certainly gain a poor reputation; Duncan had been on Great Britain briefly before seizing the Duke of Dingtiger’s title and legacy.
Some might not express it but inwardly feel fear.
The coup marked by the yellow robe gains a poor reputation; Duncan has his own other plans.
He too must showcase his grand stature across the entire Great Britain!
Borrowing a phrase from Three Kingdoms—"Ah, heroes have grand ambitions and great schemes, concealing the universe and swallowing heaven and earth."
The sky gradually darkened.
Duncan led a troop of cavalry back to Cornwall before dark; his return stirred cheers from the town walls as many soldiers had heard of his prestige. Now, Duke of Dingtiger was gravely ill, and everyone felt anxious, urgently needing a leader to stand forth.
"Gather all the Lord Knights immediately, also summon the commanders of the army, Centurion level and above, to the castle."
Duncan in full armor, radiating heroism, strode into the castle; guards on both sides respectfully bowed their heads, intimidated by his famed legend, with some even kneeling on one knee.
Crow Queen Triss greeted ahead, her expression joyful; she felt Duncan had already seized the hearts of the people here.
"Yes!" said Clegane, looking thrilled.
He didn’t know what Duncan intended to do, but this order was somewhat exciting.
"Light the torches!"
"Everyone gather in the Lord’s Hall for a meeting!"
Duncan nodded slightly toward Crow Queen Triss, noticing behind her another person—an enchanting witch with silver-gray stars, likely one of the founders of the witches’ assembly, she wore a veil, her eyes slightly bright, curiously examining Duncan.
"Bring Duke of Dingtiger here, and also bring the Duchess and her three daughters."
Duncan kept giving orders, and others responded accordingly.
The sound of footsteps resounded.
Duncan directly sat at the main seat in the Lord’s Hall, and a group of attendants couldn’t prop up the dying Duke of Dingtiger, so they had to lift both him and the chair together, placing him below Duncan.
After several days.
Duke of Dingtiger’s complexion was extremely bleak, virtually lifeless, only hanging by a thread.
His murky eyes glanced at Duncan seated at the Lord’s position, showing a bit of gloom, utterly despairing, seemingly having long foreseen this situation.
This fellow too is a pitiable man; his wife had been unfaithful, his land and estate, and the title of Duke were close to being lost.
Within the Lord’s Hall.
People began entering one after another. Some Knights saw Duncan seated at the main position, their expressions changed, while others showed anger. Many looked at Duke of Dingtiger with a touch of pity, for they had once sworn loyalty to him.
But Duncan’s prestige was too daunting!
No one present dared to move rashly.