"The sea breeze is getting colder," Garcia Wimbledon said with a little regret while looking at the boundless ocean surface, stroking her hair that was ruffled by the wind.
"Because winter is coming," replied a handsome man behind her. "Although this belongs to the south, it is not the extreme south. Only the sand people don't understand what winter is."
"Our fleet can't leave the port in winter, and the ocean current will make it difficult for them to move. So this time should be the last time to sail." The woman turned her head and said, "Farian, how long has the black sail been out?"
"Two months and four days," the man said without hesitation, "if there is no accident, they will arrive at the Clear Water Port in three days."
Garcia laughed, "I hope they can surprise me enough."
Farien Cobain looked at the flamboyant woman in front of him, feeling very excited. Her long gray hair reflected the silver light in the autumn sun; her eyes were light green with long and narrow corners, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression when she stared at people. After staying at the seaside for a long time, her skin was slightly rough and not as fair as other women in the royal family, but Farien didn't care at all. In his eyes, Garcia possessed enough temperament to overshadow any beauty.
Unlike the idiots who bred out of inbreeding in Greycastle, the Third Princess of Wimbledon was a real genius. She has the wisdom and pride of an aristocrat, but she doesn't stick to the routine like a nobleman. She is even a bit like a commoner in this point - full of expectations for breaking the ordinary and very adventurous.
Of course, no commoner would have the height and vision like hers, and even dukes and princes seemed short-sighted in front of her. Being able to put all the trade revenue of the Clear Water Port into the construction of the fleet, without leaving a single coin in the treasury, was beyond the reach of the miser.
"These golden dragons are meaningless to hide in a cabinet. When not in use, it is like a stone. Only when you spend it can it reflect its own value. The point is, spending it does not mean losing it, as long as you use it wisely, you The reward will be far greater than itself." - Farien still remembers the words she said to herself, which almost broke through the stereotypes that had been formed in his mind for a long time.
Compared with the royal family and nobles who counted how much their savings have grown all day long, Farien felt that this was the style of a ruler.
So he threw himself into Garcia's command without hesitation, and followed her to the Clear Water Port.
And after arriving here, Farien discovered that what the three princesses had done was much more than that - she not only had ideas, but also actions. She developed the Black Sail Plan around this core, and implemented it step by step in an orderly manner. As early as five years ago, the forces cultivated by Garcia had already infiltrated the Clear Water Port, and were preparing to form the Black Sailing Team - and at that time, Wimbledon III had not proposed a decree for the king. In other words, she was already ahead of all the heirs.
"Go back to the house, the wind is getting stronger," Garcia tilted her head and said. Her palace is located at the southernmost tip of Clear Water Harbor, above Salmon Harbor. This tower-like building is like a watchman stationed on the coast. The top of the tower is a circular terrace with a wide field of view, which can provide a bird's-eye view of the entire harbor and the merchant ships passing there.
Now, after five years of operation, the trade of Clear Water Port has begun to take shape. Every six months, a three-masted sailboat will be launched in the dock, and he has also gained the initial trust of the other party. Taking advantage of the good mood of the three princesses, Farien hesitated to ask the biggest doubt in his heart for the past few months.
"His Royal Highness, I don't understand a bit," he closed the door and isolated the howling sea breeze from outside.
"You said," she smiled and nodded.
"Why were you able to predict all this before the king issued the decree for the king?" He also wondered if Wimbledon III had told her in advance, but after careful scrutiny, he knew that it was impossible. Everyone knew that the second prince was the king's most valued heir, and the decree for the king was designed for him. This can be seen from the second prince's fief, Jinsui City.
Can you guess all this by yourself and start the layout five years ago? God is above, she was only eighteen years old at that time!
"Foreknowledge?" She looked amused. "Did you think of me as a witch? I don't have the ability to pretend to be a ghost."
"Uh, but..."
"I didn't know that my father would come up with such a bad idea as arguing for Wangling to pave the way for his precious second son. In fact, whether there is a fight for Wangling has nothing to do with what I did?"
Does it matter? Farien suddenly seemed to realize something, and his mouth widened in surprise.
Seeing the unbelievable expression on Farien Cobain's face, Garcia smiled, "Do I have to wait for my father to say that I can fight for the throne before I have the right to fight? In the same way, governing the city well Is the best one sure to sit on the throne of Greycastle? I thought you would understand when you saw the Black Sail Project."
As it turned out, Farien murmured that her fleet wasn't built purely for wealth. This fleet belonging to the Three Queens will put on black sails far from the port after running the trade, and rob merchant ships of other cities or countries. Likewise, the Three Queens encouraged her subjects to go out to sea and participate in the Black Sail Project together. She promised that any looted property would be owned by the shipowner, and that Clearwater Port would never collect any tax on the profits.
This move brought her huge wealth, so this time she simply ordered the black sailing team to go straight south, to plunder any ships passing by the endless cape, as well as the sand people in the south.
And these moves are not just for money. Garcia did not use the plundered wealth to build cities or expand land trade, she just put it back into the shipyard and continued to build more large ships.
In these years, she has acquired a large number of experienced sailors, fierce warriors, and popular support - if she cannot continue to rule, the villains who participate in the plunder will all be sent to the gallows.
"The one who manages the city best will surely sit on the throne of Greycastle?" No, Farien now knows that the one who can sit on the throne has many ships and soldiers who can go along the Sanwan River. Go up to Garcia Wimbledon under the Golden Spike City.
"Then do you know that you will be assigned to Clear Water Port?"
"It's an accident, it's just an addition to a transaction," Garcia shrugged, "I thought it was the church that fooled me..."
Related to the church? Seeing that the other party did not continue, Farien did not dare to ask. But he knew that even if Garcia didn't come to Clear Water Port, this place would obey her will and continue in the direction she wanted.
"Put that aside," she poured herself a cup of black tea. "It looks like the previous little trick failed."
"Ah, yes," Farien quickly retracted his thoughts and replied, "Only there is news from Border Town that the pills are invalid. There is no news from other places."
"There is no news that it was probably killed by the brothers, as expected. It was originally a chess piece that was arranged at random. It had nothing to do with the overall situation, and was just used to kill the waiting time. But..." She changed her words, "The other chess pieces failed very much. It's normal, but I didn't expect even the fourth brother to be safe. To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."
"The kingfisher said in the secret letter that the pills were indeed eaten, but..."
"Failure is failure, I don't want to hear the explanation," Garcia interrupted. "It won't be long before the moon of the demons. Will our lovely prince take refuge in the Changsong Fortress? When the demonic beasts invade, the fortress may be in chaos. It's been a while. You write to her and let her take advantage of the opportunity. I want to see if Lady Luck is still on the side of the fourth brother this time?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You go down," Garcia waved, and just as Farien was about to retire, the third princess stopped him again, "Ah, yes. I remember that the pill was bought from Master Alchemist Embiser, right? ?"
Farien nodded.
"What did he say at the time? Colorless and odorless, melts like water, will die if swallowed, and there is no cure, or is it his latest alchemy achievement?" Garcia yawned, "hang him."