The city gates opened again just then with a loud noise. Five heavily armoured knights came out on armoured horses and respectfully bowed their heads towards Sylvester.
"Your Grace, I am Sir Portugas. Please come with us. We shall escort you to the Royal palace." The knight in the leading position spoke.
'I smell no lies.'
Sylvester gestured for the men to move along as he steered the carriage. Still, as he passed by the gate guards who made a scene, he shined some light from his palm on them to make them feel blessed.
'This should leave an everlasting memory.' He reckoned.
Eventually, he crossed the thick border walls as bells echoed throughout Green City. The moment he glanced inside, he saw a crowd.
Sylvester's carriage slowly descended the main road, flanked by knights in shining armour on horseback. The people of Green City lined the streets, cheering and waving, as Sylvester smiled and waved back at them in confusion.
