Thassa has been staying in the hotel in the inner city these days, anxiously waiting for a reply from Border Town.
The towering inner city wall divides the capital into two different worlds. Entry and exit are strictly controlled. Whether it is aristocrats or wealthy businessmen, they need to conduct a comprehensive inspection in the small room at the entrance. Once there are signs of illness, such as fever and flushing , black spots, will not be allowed to enter. After leaving the inner city, you must rush back in the evening of the same day, otherwise as soon as the sun goes down and the city gates are locked, you can only spend the night outside.
But this still couldn't stop the spread of the evil epidemic. Yesterday, he had heard rumors that nobles in the inner city were infected. If the church hadn't finally released the first batch of holy medicine, I'm afraid the nobles would have to leave the capital en masse.
On the sixth day after the letter was sent, news finally came from the Margery Chamber of Commerce. He hurried to a tailor shop at the agreed location, and was led into the basement by the clerk, where the owner of the chamber of commerce had been waiting for a long time.
I saw Margery sitting at a low table, and there was a basin of ice water on the table, which was constantly emitting bursts of cold air. The sweaty Thassa walked across to her and sat down with her legs crossed. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze blowing in her face, and she couldn't help but feel refreshed.
"Your Highness entrusted me with a letter to you," she handed a folded sheepskin envelope, the lacquer on the seal looking intact.
Thassa couldn't wait to open it, took out the letter and briefly explained the action plan, the news of the departure of the First Army, and the tasks he needed to complete. After careful consideration, he quietly put the letter in his arms and looked at Margery, "Has Your Highness made any request to you?"
"No, he just entrusted the messenger to send the letter. Of course, there is a charge for express messaging, and I have already recorded it in the account."
"Ahem, that's it," Thassa cleared his throat, "His Royal Highness needs to transport all the fugitives back to the West in a very short time, so he hopes that you can provide a large number of ships for uninterrupted transportation, rather than one Two fleets."
"Even if they are infected?" Margery guessed with interest, "I think he definitely doesn't want to turn the entire Western Region into a dead place, so... Your Highness has found a cure for the evil plague?"
"Indeed," he nodded. "In fact, there were already patients on the first fleet, but it didn't break out at that time until they arrived at the town. Now they are on their way back to the capital, and all the crew members are on their way. safe and sound."
"His Royal Highness Roland is indeed an incredible person. Even the church didn't come up with an antidote so quickly," Margery exclaimed. "So how many days does he plan to transport the refugees? A week?"
Thassa held out three fingers.
"This... Impossible!" The businesswoman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head again and again, "Even if half of these people die, there are still more than 5,000 people. If they are transported within three days, it means that I need to prepare nearly a hundred sailboats. Even if the other ships of the chamber of commerce stop and move for transportation, it is just enough to meet this amount. But in this case, the loss I suffer may be more than a few thousand gold dragons, and the lost customers cannot be counted, even if the steam engine is free. Offset this amount. So… Pardon me for refusing.”
"If everyone sat on deck, rather than in cabins with bunks, a boat could carry twice as many people," Thassa insisted. It can also be used to transport people. As long as the hatch cover is opened, it can carry about 200 people at a time. Your old friend Hogg should have quite a few such ships, right?"
"In Silver Light City, he does have several large ships like this..." Margery looked hesitant, "and according to your calculations, the number of ships can probably be reduced to about fifty. But... this is not a good idea. trade."
Thassa also believes that it takes a lot of energy to dispatch and coordinate dozens of ships to gather on the canal, and the cost of chartering ships is not all in his own pocket. Not much work, no matter what, it is not a good deal. At this point, he could only resort to the last resort.
His Royal Highness wrote a small line at the end of the letter: If Margaery is unwilling to help, tell her that lightning is coming.
This sentence is a little confusing. Does the businesswoman have any special relationship with the lively and lovely little blonde girl? It doesn't look like it looks at all... But His Highness must have his own reasons for saying this. Thinking of this, Thassa slowly opened his mouth and said, "It is also a last resort to rush it away within three days. What Your Highness has done is equivalent to grabbing food from a tiger's mouth. If it drags on for too long, the church is likely to come to the door and lightning is also present. In this team, if they find out that there are witches, it will be dangerous."
"What did you say?" Her voice suddenly became higher, "Lightning is coming too?"
"That's what His Highness said in the letter," Thassa pretended to be an honest man. "Probably to guide the team and provide early warning. After all, this is the territory of the new king, Tifeko."
"I see," Margery stood up. "When do you need a boat?"
"It should be in four days, if they don't delay on the road."
"I will try my best to arrange it," she walked to the desk and began to write quickly, "but I have one condition, you must tell me where His Royal Highness's team is stationed. If they want to enter the city, I can also arrange enough. Room."
Well, it seems that this trick really works, "I think it's fine," Thassa whispered, "Besides, I have something else I need your help with."
"Come on," Margery sighed.
"I need a team of carriages to haul wine barrels. The more wine barrels, the better, but don't put ale or wine in them, but fill them with river or well water." According to His Royal Highness's letter, the key to solving the epidemic The character is also the witch Lily, who can transform ordinary water into a cure for disease. However, there is a serious loophole in this plan, that is, the rats must not be allowed to approach the First Army camp. If they know that there are people in the camp who are constantly producing "holy medicine", Thassa will bet that the news will be full the next day. The city knows it.
"River water and well water?" She raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?"
"Don't worry, His Highness will pay for it." Thassa laughed.
For the sake of confidentiality and security, the distance from the team's station to the capital could only be transported by him personally. If you carry water bags one by one to eliminate the evil epidemic like the treatment of evacuees from the East, it will be troublesome, and the efficiency will be very low. He had to find a way to bring in as much purified water as possible at once.
A gigantic wine barrel mounted on a wagon was an obvious choice. (.)