The ones leading the trouble were Scott and Kevin. They had brought over a hundred knights, and they were actually being told to disarm before they could enter the city. Wasn't this like pulling the fangs and claws from a tiger?
"The City Lord? Is he someone you can see just because you want to?" Andrew's attitude was extremely unyielding. "This is the rule. Either store your knightly swords in the warehouse over there, and you can enter, or you can stay on your ships." He wasn't afraid of them causing trouble, nor was he afraid of them leaving.
Who would sit on a ship for so long, not even enter their destination, and just leave? How could they possibly be willing to do that? Andrew saw this point clearly, which is why his attitude was so unyielding.
Alright, all of this had been instructed by the City Lord.
This time, he was the one taking charge of the entry passage. He didn't have any pleasant expressions for these nobles and merchants. They weren't people of Sedona City, so he wasn't afraid of offending these hypocritical fellows.
"Then what about our safety?" A merchant shouted loudly. They didn't dare to be tough. Didn't they see the three hundred-plus knights over there?
"Our Sedona City has excellent public security. As long as you don't cause trouble, you will be perfectly safe," Andrew replied indifferently.
"You..."
Many nobles and merchants were angered. They understood the hidden meaning in the words of this ox beastkin before them: if anything happened, it would absolutely be their fault for causing trouble. In the end, they would be blamed for everything.
In fact, that's exactly what Andrew meant. Every one of you is either a noble or a big merchant. Who would provoke you, unless you yourselves were looking for trouble?
"Hurry up. If you don't want to cross, then get out of the way and make room for those who do." Andrew's hand grasped his sword hilt, his expression impassive. With the City Lord backing him up, he didn't need to give these people any face.
"Despicable..." Many nobles gritted their teeth, glaring at this ox beastkin, Andrew. If it had been a human, they wouldn't have felt so aggrieved.
Since when did a noble from a small place dare to treat them like this? Even pulling rank didn't work.
"What do we do?" Kevin poked Scott's waist with his hand and asked worriedly. "If the knights aren't allowed in the city, we have no way to coerce that Lucas."
"How can we coerce him? Didn't you see the knightly order over there? They have more people than we do," Scott said irritably.
The plan was stillborn before it even began. This made the two of them grit their teeth in hatred. Could it be that the mission the Fourth Prince entrusted to them had failed just like that? When the Fourth Prince arrives, wouldn't they be whipped to death?
"Then what do we do? Are we supposed to stay on the ships?" Kevin was stunned, then said urgently. "But we don't have much wheat left. We have to enter the city to buy some."
"Stay on the ships? How could you even think of that?" Scott rolled his eyes, resigned. "Let the knights stay on the ships. We'll just take a few people in. We have to find a chance to make contact with Lucas and deliver the Fourth Prince's message."
"Fine, I'll go make the arrangements." Kevin nodded and immediately went to arrange for the knights to stay on the ships.
In the end, under the deterrence of the 300-plus cavalrymen, Kevin, Scott, and the other nobles and merchants all submitted. They left a large group of knights to guard the ships, while the others passed through the checkpoint, entered the port, and headed for Sedona City.
Also crossing the border were the First Prince's envoy, Raymond, and the Second Prince's envoy, Patrick. Both were rather low-key; neither wanted the other to discover them. After all, everyone was here for the perfume formula.
"Lord Raymond, are we going to find that Lucas today?" A knight asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, the sooner we make contact, the better, so others don't make the first move," Raymond said coldly. He glanced at Kevin and Scott walking ahead. He recognized those two fools; they were definitely sent by the Fourth Prince.
"As long as this Lucas isn't stupid, he will definitely offer the perfume formula to the First Prince," The knight said, flattering him.
"We still need to pay attention to the people sent by the Second Prince. We absolutely cannot let the Second Prince's people get there first," Raymond said icily. "The Second Prince is the First Prince's biggest competitor. If the other side got the perfume, we would rather destroy it than let it fall into the Second Prince's hands."
"Understood. This subordinate will immediately arrange for people to keep watch," The knight said respectfully.
"..."
Meanwhile, Patrick already knew who the First Prince's envoy was. He had long since had people keeping a close eye on Raymond. He observed Raymond's movements from the shadows.
As for the two sent by the Fourth Prince, he paid them no mind at all. Those two, who did stupid things so high-profile, were simply not in the same league as him and Raymond.
His plan was similar to Raymond's: contact Lucas in secret. This way, it wouldn't become public knowledge, and he wouldn't get stabbed in the back. Being too high-profile would only get one killed faster.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A procession of over a thousand people surged toward Sedona City. These people were all merchants and nobles. The refugees were still at the port being processed. If Andrew hadn't limited the number of people by half, it's likely three or four thousand people would have tried to enter Sedona City.
"Lord Lucas, your port doesn't seem to be big enough," Dahlia said, looking at the port filled with ships. "These several hundred ships have taken up the entire port."
"In another month or two, I'm afraid we'll have too few ships," Lucas smiled faintly. He wasn't short on people now, so the port expansion could be put on the agenda. This time, over ten thousand refugees had arrived—a solid labor force.
"Lord Lucas, there is something I don't understand," Dahlia frowned.
"Let's talk as we go." Lucas got into the carriage. With Max and the others arranging things at the scene, he could return to the castle without worry.
"Okay." Dahlia didn't act coy and followed Lucas into the carriage. Annie and Mina followed closely behind.
"What did you want to say?" Lucas turned his head to look at the dense crowd, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. All of this was the foundation of Sedona City's prosperity.
"Lord Lucas, you've rescued so many refugees. Aren't you afraid of not having enough wheat to eat?" Dahlia asked the question that had been worrying her. Based on her understanding, Sedona City's wheat harvest couldn't possibly support that many people's consumption.
"Have you heard the saying?" Lucas turned his head to look at Dahlia's delicate face and smiled faintly. "Money makes the world go round. As long as we have coins, there's no need to fear a lack of wheat."
A large part of his auction tomorrow was to earn coins to buy wheat. By giving up some things that were insignificant in his eyes, he would earn a large amount of gold. He would make the Lord of Sakura City obediently hand over his wheat.
When he sent Aiden and the others to rescue the refugees, he had already thought of holding an auction. It just so happened that a large number of merchants and nobles were coming from the capital. These were all rich people.
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