Surrounded by the others, Velin stepped off the warship and onto the dock.
When the burly man saw him, he straightened his armor, strode forward, and bowed respectfully. "Bogart, garrison general of the Port of Belys, welcomes you, Lord Velin."
"General Bogart, did my grandfather leave any message?" Velin looked the burly man up and down. He was powerfully built, and his height of two meters thirty gave him an imposing presence.
The burly man answered respectfully, "Lord Velin, the grand duke instructed me to tell you that, should you arrive at the Port of Belys, he hopes you will visit him in the Royal Capital."
"I see. Is there anything else?"
"No."
"Then sorry for the trouble, but please send someone to deliver fresh fruit and vegetables to the military camp."
"It is my duty. I shall take my leave."
With that, Bogart thumped his chest in salute and departed.
Meanwhile, Velin placed the army under Hebrew's command, then left with Kyle and his guards for the Royal Capital of the Duchy of Silvis.
Ten years had passed since he last set foot on this land.
Under the rule of Grand Duke Salair Silvis of the Duchy of Silvis, the culture brought from the Ilia Kingdom was blending with the local culture, gradually forming something new.
Along the way, the Ansans' changing style of dress was evident.
With virtually no nobility remaining, commoners throughout the duchy had a little more money to spare. Their clothing had changed considerably since the days of the Ansa Kingdom, and they were visibly in better spirits.
Passing through the city gates, they entered the newly built Royal Capital of the Duchy of Silvis. Familiar architectural styles were everywhere. Had Velin not known where he was, he might have thought he had returned to