In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

Haytham packed his things, opened the captain's cabin door, and walked towards the deck.

He walked through the corridor and stairs to the spacious deck and headed toward the bow of the ship. Suddenly, a splash of water erupted not far away.

A huge whale leaped out of the water and swept over the top of the ship.

Haytham, holding the gun in his left hand, nearly pulled the trigger.

Fortunately, the fish didn't treat the boat as a toy.

He had had enough of these overly active big fish in this Arctic Sea.

No wonder there were no other ships on the sea; they were probably all annoyed by these big fish.

Ordinary people can't do anything about them; one careless move and the ship is destroyed and everyone is killed.

When Haytham arrived at the bow of the ship, Skalinka, Prie, and Pauline were already there, all gazing at the distant dock.

With their amazing eyesight, they could see that Winter Harbor was still quite vibrant.

Helsen took the binoculars handed to him by the sailor and confirmed the outline of the Winter Harbor pier.

He nodded.

"The time has come. Now let's confirm the plan once we get ashore."

The three of them, Skalinka, turned to look at Haytham.

"First, we need to agree on a single line: we are the diplomatic fleet representing the King of the Kingdom of Rennes, and we hope to discuss with King Mut the matter of dealing with the alien race."

The three looked at each other, and Pauline asked a question.

"It would be better to conduct a covert investigation first."

"Now that we understand the situation at the port, we can tailor our approach accordingly."

Haytham shook his head.

"It's too slow. A lot of useful information is only circulating among the nobles."

"To obtain the most accurate intelligence, we must first make contact with them."

At this point, Priscilla asked hesitantly.

“But it wouldn’t be right for us to deceive them like this… after all, we’re here to seek trade cooperation.”

Haytham stared at Prie for three seconds, making her almost bury her head in her chest.

"Let's assume that the purpose of this trip is to seek trade cooperation."

"When it comes to cooperation and negotiation, their status as barons won't get them much attention."

"Besides, what I just said was not wrong, nor was it a lie."

Huh? The three were puzzled.

"According to the United States Code, when the bloodline of an upper nobleman is cut off, his title can be obtained by lower noblemen through competition."

"In the United States, the title of king is a peerage. Now that the king and the royal nobles of the Kingdom of Rennes are of unknown fate, it is only natural that the throne will be inherited by the only remaining peerage noble in the Kingdom of Rennes, Lord Lister."

"From this point of view, there is no problem with Lord Lister receiving the title of King of Rennes."

"Therefore, it is legal for us to call ourselves the diplomatic fleet representing King Rennes."

Does this work too?

Skalinka, Prie, and Pauline, three people who weren't particularly bright, were immediately speechless.

The former two, having stayed by Liszt's side for so long, had developed a political inertia, while the latter was very skilled in deception, theft, and other tricks, but was not politically astute at all.

Politics is a characteristic of most people in Red Maple Territory, which is why Lister is struggling to find suitable candidates for diplomatic missions.

Although his sister Melphine could do such a thing, Melphine wasn't shameless enough to deceive without batting an eye, which was a fatal flaw. So when Helsen arrived, Lister was very happy.

"Besides, don't you think the title of King will eventually belong to Lord Lister?"

Skalinka, Prie, and Pauline were immediately taken aback.

Yes! Absolutely no problem!

They are the king's diplomatic fleet, and even the King of Heaven himself cannot deny it!

"Now let's proceed according to plan!"

"Everyone, put on your formal attire and show off the fabric embroidered with the royal crest. This ship must be made to look its best!"

"Even sailors have to wear the highest-class servants' clothes!"

He had to be impeccable in terms of etiquette.

The port staff would immediately recognize them as important figures and obediently let them into the port.

It would be difficult to succeed in doing so in his world, but in this world that has been ruled by the United States for four thousand years, ideas are not so easily changed.

Not to mention the Kingdom of Mut, which has not been affected by many foreign races.

Let him use King Rennes's name to complete the task assigned by Lord Lister as quickly as possible!

Chapter 127 A High-Profile Arrival in the City

At noon, the warm spring sun illuminated Winter Harbor, the northernmost port city of the Kingdom of Mut.

Winter Harbor, also known as Winter Ocean City, has a population of about 300,000. It is the direct territory of the Duke of Winter Ocean, just like White Moon City.

It is divided into an inner city, an outer city, and a suburb. The inner city was where nobles lived, the outer city was where ordinary people lived, and the suburb had a large amount of farmland where farmers lived.

Compared to Whitemoon City, Winter Harbor has an additional massive port.

Hundreds of small boats gathered near the port, operating within a radius of about three kilometers from the port.

Due to policy restrictions, fishermen cannot leave the three-kilometer-long warning line, so the catch here is not plentiful, just enough to meet the needs of Dongyangling.

Most of the fishermen were half-orcs and wore coarse linen clothes specified by the contracted people. In the spring, when the weather was not yet fully warm, they could only wrap themselves in more cloth to keep warm.

Perhaps because the number of fishermen is limited, the port can still produce a stable variety of fish even without a fishing moratorium.

Just today, a cat-eared orc fisherman with a numb expression looked up at the warning line rising and falling with the waves in the distance, and then saw a luxurious ship.

He squinted, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

You read that right! It really is a luxurious ship!

Such a magnificent and ornately decorated ship must belong to a high-ranking nobleman.

That family crest doesn't belong to the nobles in Winter Harbor; it might be from a foreign noble family.

It's really rare.

After a series of questions flashed through his mind, the fisherman continued fishing with his head down.

This is none of his business; it's the port administrators' responsibility. He still has to meet his fishing quota for the day.

So he silently steered his small fishing boat out of the route the large ship might take and continued his work.

The same applies to other fishermen.

Even when the luxurious ship came right next to them, they didn't even look up.

Commoners and contracted citizens should focus on their work during working hours, and nobles should not disturb them, as this is not in accordance with the "rites".

On the boat, seeing the fishermen's reactions, Haytham was reminded of the regulations in the "Rites".

He turned his head and saw that the soldiers and sailors were already dressed, and all the orcs had concealed their physical characteristics.

At that moment, Pauline, who was completely shrouded in a cloak, suddenly asked.

"Haytson, isn't it a bit too quiet? News of the alien races should have reached here by now."

"Do not."

Hayeson denied it.

"There is a similar approach in the noble textbooks issued by the United States. For major events that will affect the entire territory, the nobles can decide for themselves whether to inform the people."

"They shouldn't spread the news that the Holy Land has been sealed off and that the neighboring Kingdom of Rennes has been almost wiped out."

"And even if word gets out, these people will continue to obey the nobles' orders because they don't know what to do."

Pauline was speechless.

Even before, when he received those nearly two thousand refugees, Haytham had seen through the deep-seated servility in the hearts of the people of the United States.

They were a group of pitiful people who barely knew how to live without orders.

"Sail the ship into the harbor!"

The rising canvas embroidered with the royal insignia of the Kingdom of Rennes was accelerated toward the harbor by the ninja technique of the gale.

This move was obviously intentionally displayed.

Meanwhile, the port administrators also noticed the approaching luxury ships.

He wasn't some ignorant commoner; he immediately recognized the emblem on the ship representing the royal family of the Kingdom of Rennes.

Although he didn't know why the ship from the Kingdom of Rennes would sail from the depths of the Arctic Sea, he immediately ordered the port staff to receive the large ship with the highest honors, and then sent someone to inform the Duke of Winter Ocean in the castle.

He then immediately ordered people to prepare the most beautiful and well-tailored formal attire for him.

After he changed his clothes, the large ship had already docked at the shore under his guidance.

Without allowing any further delay, he quickly used his blood energy to strengthen his body and rushed towards the port as fast as he could.

Fortunately, he was fast enough to arrive just as the large ship lowered its disembarkation stairs.

The port guards stood tall, ready to greet them.

The next second, two rows of soldiers in full armor walked off the ship in an orderly fashion.

The administrator's eyes widened at the first glance.

He wasn't seeing things, was he? Every soldier here was wearing magic-patterned armor!

Is it really the royal guard?

The armor was more beautiful than any he had ever seen, and the magic runes on it looked even more impressive than the armor that the Duke of Winter Ocean had once glimpsed.

Even the royal guards aren't this extravagant, are they?