In the past two weeks, the Clear Water Port has been like a festival. Even standing on the terrace at the top of the lord's tower, Farien could feel the high atmosphere in the city.
The materials and population brought in from Eagle City have greatly expanded the strength of this seaport city. The looters have harvested a lot, and the slave market has also become lively. After the Black Sail Fleet experienced this series of battles, not only did they not lose much, but instead they replenished a large number of slaves as sailors, and they are currently undergoing fiery training at the port. In a few days, they will head to the Fiordland route for their first raid of the year.
Her Majesty the Queen also promulgated the slave development decree at the right time. As long as these slaves captured from Eagle City can capture new people as replacements in the plunder, they can jump from slaves to citizens of the Clear Water Port in one fell swoop. Presumably with such an inspiring decree, the enslaved residents of Eagle City will fight with all their might.
Now that Tifeke was defeated, there was no one in the Kingdom of Greycastle who could stop the Queen of Clear Water. As long as time passes, Garcia Wimbledon will definitely become the master of Greycastle. Farien thought like this, but why didn't the queen have a happy look on her face, but there was a long-lasting haze between her brows
"Your Majesty, the patriarch of the Sandstone Clan and the Black Bone Clan asks to see you." The voice of the guard came from outside the door.
Farien glanced at His Majesty, and seeing that the latter did not say anything, he shouted, "Bring them in."
Her Majesty likes to do it at the top of this tower, whether she is resting, holding meetings, or meeting people who visit her. As long as the weather is right, the terrace is where Garcia spends the longest time. Most people are not used to standing in the air, facing the slightly fishy sea breeze. Sand people are no exception.
The patriarch of the Sandstone Clan is a petite woman who is also the goddess of the clan. When Farien heard this introduction for the first time, he sneered in his heart, what a goddess, but a fallen witch. The head of the Black Bone Clan is tall and tall, with scars all over his face, and his arms are as thick as a normal person's thighs. At each meeting, three or four guards would surround him in case he plotted against Her Majesty the Queen.
The moment they stepped on the terrace, the two patriarchs frowned in unison, but they quickly restrained their expressions, and bowed respectfully to the Queen of Clear Water and said, "May there be oasis in front of you, and may the stars in the sky shine on your path. "
"Get up," Garcia sat down with her back to the guardrail. "How is it, are you satisfied with your new residence?"
"Everything is fine," the goddess Kabala said first. "There are trees and water in the territory, which is much more comfortable than the sandy iron sand city."
"That's fine. What are you here for?"
"Your Majesty, last time you gave—"
The Blackbone Patriarch was interrupted by Kabara, "That's right, Your Majesty. After the last battle, many warriors were weak and sluggish. Only by taking new pills regularly can they get better, but we I'm running out of pills. I'm here to ask you to give us more pills."
"That's what I mean too," Hei Bone glared at the goddess and said in a muffled voice.
"The materials for making this thing are very complicated, and I don't have much left over now. Don't worry, I'll send it to you as soon as a new batch of pills is made. But don't forget to prepare the golden dragon. If it's not enough, use Styx water. Pay off."
"Your Majesty, forgive me for asking," Kabara hesitated for a moment, "I wonder when the next batch will be made?"
"I can't tell you this," Garcia stroked her hair ruffled by the sea breeze, "all the news about the pills is a secret, go back and wait patiently. Those warriors are just sluggish, if you take more rest, No problem."
The personal guard got a hint from Farien, stepped forward to surround the sand people, and "took" Kabara and Heigu, who wanted to ask a few more questions.
After the patio door closed, Garcia sighed softly.
Farien seldom heard such a voice from Her Majesty the Queen. He took the initiative to ask: "Your Majesty, do you think it is inappropriate to give the land along the southern border to the sand people for settlement? If they become stronger one day..."
"No, Farien," Garcia shook his head, "I've never worried about the sand people, they pose no threat to the Clearwater Port. The lake in that piece of land is right in the middle of the two clan sites, and the upstream from the Clearwater The harbour passes by. As long as I block half the river, the shrinking lake will make them fight against each other first. That's why I chose Sandstone and Black Bone—they've never been on good terms."
"Then you're worried about the pills?"
Garcia didn't answer. At this moment, the guard knocked on the door again and said, "Your Majesty, the priest of the church, Decal, asks to see you."
"Bring him in," the Queen stood up immediately, her face darkening even more.
"Your Majesty Garcia Wimbledon, I greet you on behalf of the Holy City," the priest bowed as he climbed onto the balcony.
"What about the pills? Why did the previous batches arrive normally, but these batches arrive late?" Garcia asked coldly.
"Your Majesty, rest your anger, I'm here for this," Decal wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The quantity you asked to buy is too many, even if Hermes made it with all his might, he couldn't make it in a short time. I will meet your needs within time, this time I will bring back a new batch-"
"How much?" Garcia interrupted.
"A thousand pieces." Dika stroked his chest and said, "The next ones will be delivered one after another."
"And how did you promise before?" She looked a little better. "You can have as many as you want. Where are the pills, I'll send someone to get them."
"Just in the church, I don't know about the golden dragon..."
"I won't miss you a golden dragon," Garcia walked in front of Dika and whispered in his ear, "but if the pills in the back are too late, your head will be hung on the horn of the flagship of the black sail. Come on, I don't think the Archbishop will shed a tear for you."
The priest retreated with a pale face, and she returned to the railing and looked at the sea line in the distance. The sea breeze lifted her long gray hair like a flag fluttering in the wind on a fleet mast.
"You're right, I'm worried about the pills." Garcia's voice seemed to be far away, "If Tfeko is two more nights at night, I will be better prepared, and I can beat him without pills. The Royal Capital Knights. It's a pity that he came too quickly."
"You've done a very good job." Farien thought, who else could have done better? Since occupying Eagle City, she has formulated a response plan, ordering people to take away supplies and residents, and at the same time digging ditches in the city and pouring black water. In the case of shortage of manpower, she exchanged the deserted land in the south for the support of the sand people, and let the clan warriors who took the pills flank the knights from both sides. In order to resist the last wave of overwhelming charges, her loyal supporters also He swallowed the secret medicine without hesitation.
"The secret medicine provided by the church is not as good for life as I said. If it is not replenished for a long time, the person who takes the medicine will become manic and restless, and then die in weakness, pain and limb atrophy. The life and death of the sand people I don't care at all, but the people who serve me deserve the best." She paused, "Farien, take someone to retrieve the pills and distribute them to those heroic warriors. Let them separate in two. Eat half, so it lasts a little longer."
"According to your wishes, Your Majesty."
Just as Farien was about to retire, the guards shouted for the third time outside the door, "Your Highness, there is a secret letter from the capital."
"Let's go after reading it," she said.
"Yes," Farien took back the secret letter, cut the seal skillfully, and took out the letter. Most of these secret letters are information sent back by eyeliners lurking in various places. There is no signature, and there is no recipient. The content is usually as concise and clear as possible. But when he saw the first sentence, the whole person immediately stood still.
- "On the 22nd day of spring, the church captured the capital of the kingdom on the grounds that the Queen of Eternal Winter, Terina, was a witch who had been hiding for many years, and sentenced her to take over the entire territory of Eternal Winter."