Timothy Wimbledon walked into the dome-shaped round house at the top of the Tower of the Lord of Clear Water Harbor.
Unlike common castles, this tower is taller and narrower. In addition to dealing with government affairs and sightseeing, I am afraid that it is impossible to even summon ministers to hold court meetings.
All the furnishings in the room have not been moved, as if the master has just left and will be back soon. Opposite the entrance is a reddish-brown square table. The books on the table are neatly arranged. There are several unfinished manuscripts in the center. The quill is inserted into the ink bottle. Write it down.
He walked to the table step by step and sat down on the large chair. The chair surface is covered with a cool pad sewn from bamboo sheets, which is very suitable for relieving the heat of summer. There is also a large bucket of water next to the chair, which is obviously used to place the ice awns and cool down the heat, but today's weather is a little gloomy, the dark clouds on the sea are very low, and the room does not look stuffy.
Tifeko leaned over and put his face on the table and sniffed lightly. A faint fragrance entered his nostrils. This was Garcia's favorite fragrance of blue and green sunflowers. It was produced in Cold Wind Ridge. And rosemary, it contains a unique cooling feeling, like melting the snow and ice of the Northland.
Only when an item is used for a long time can it be stained with its own smell. There is no doubt that his sister always sits in a chair like him on weekdays, with her hands on the table, or listens to the reports of her subordinates, or Write decrees.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
"Haha...ha...haha...hahahaha" At the end, Tifeko simply leaned back in the chair, raised his head and laughed loudly.
He finally won!
Garcia gave up the Clear Water Port and the southern border, which was equivalent to giving up the throne of Greycastle.
Since he found out that the Black Sail Fleet was continuing northward along the coastline, he immediately gathered his subordinates, drove more than 5,000 slaves, rats and criminals to the south, and launched an attack on Garcia's old nest, Clear Water Harbor. The only resistance came from the sand people in the extreme southern corner. I don't know what kind of promise these people got, and they rushed forward one by one. And the trouble is, they also have maddening pills.
The battle lasted for nearly half a month, and Tifeko took advantage of the large number of people to disrupt the opponent's counterattack again and again, and constantly eroded the defense line of the sand people. Nearly 3,000 people died in the war of attrition. If it weren't for the influence of the pills, this group of rabble would not dare to take a step on the battlefield, let alone fight the brutal and fierce sand people head-on.
As a result of the battle, he stepped over the layers of corpses and boarded the lord tower of the Clear Water Port.
The Queen of Clear Water has become history, and the southern region of Greycastle has finally returned to his control.
"Your Majesty?" Probably after hearing his cheerful laughter, the knight guarding the door pushed in.
"It's okay," Tifeko got up and tilted his head, motioning for him to follow him, and then went up to the terrace through the side door of the round house.
The slightly salty sea breeze was blowing, and the robes were rustling in the wind. The dark clouds in the distance were getting thicker and thicker, and it seemed that a heavy rain was approaching.
What a pity, he thought, he had planned to witness Sanmei's port, wharf and lord tower reduced to ashes in the flames, but it seemed impossible. In the past six months, he has been leading foreign troops to fight, and he has hardly stayed in the capital for a full month. All government affairs are entrusted to the former Prime Minister to handle. Although the Marquis of Wick seems very loyal, loyalty cannot keep the temptation out forever. Goron Wimbledon is the best example. He must return to the capital as soon as possible to stabilize the turbulent political situation, and the rain in the south lasts for several days, and he cannot wait for that time.
"I will leave for the capital early tomorrow morning," Tifeko said. "Except for the Guards and the Knights of the Royal Capital, all other knights and mercenaries will be under your command. Ser Ed Hoss, take care of me. Guard the southern border, and don't let the sand people set foot on the territory of Graycastle again."
"You... let me stay here?" the young knight from the North Hoth family was stunned, "but I still want to continue fighting for you, Your Majesty. I am"
"Guarding the frontier is also fighting for me, ser," interrupted Tifeko. "Listen, there is still a lot to do here, so I have to leave a loyal and capable person to deal with the aftermath."
"But..." Ed seemed a little hesitant.
"I know what you're worrying about," the new king smiled and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, you won't stay here forever. When the matter in the Clear Water Port is over, I will immediately transfer you back to the capital. Graycastle is now It’s still not unified, I need more knights to charge for me before I regain the Western Territory, how could I forget you here.”
He raised his head, his eyes lit up, then knelt down on one knee and said loudly, "Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Get up," Tifeko nodded with satisfaction, "There are three main things you need to do next. The first is to escort all the left-behind residents of Bishui Port to the capital."
"Aren't you going to hang these traitors?" the knight asked in surprise.
"No, they are not really betrayer. If they really joined Garcia, they would have left together with the Black Sail Fleet. If I kill these people, I will only fall into her arms." However, the influence of the third sister Li also really exceeded his expectations. In the port of more than 10,000 people, plus the slaves captured from Eagle City, there were only 400 people left who were unwilling to leave. If it weren't for the sand people's resistance, this port would be no different from an empty city.
"Your Majesty is merciful."
"The second thing is to burn down the wharf, shipyard and lord tower. I want everyone in the southern border to see that Garcia's lair no longer exists. Even if she flees back, she will only get a ruin."
"Yes," replied the knight.
"The last thing is to collect refugees for me." Tifeko looked at the sea and the sky and said calmly, "Any homeless person, mouse, bandit, or even sand people can do it. From Eagle City To this day, the disputes in the southern border have not subsided. There should be a large number of refugees in the surrounding villages and small towns. It does not matter how you collect them. Before the war to suppress the western border begins, you must provide me with a team of at least 5,000 people. team."
Garcia's escape proved the correctness of his strategy, that is to use the population of most of the land of Greycastle to consume the strength of the rebels. Usually, a team of about 100 knights led thousands of civilians to attack, and the knights did not participate. Combat, only responsible for distributing pills and directing the battle. In the face of absolute numerical superiority, as long as it continues to consume, it must be the enemy who cannot hold on. Garcia's retreat is a decisive performance. If she sticks to the clear water port, she will definitely be swallowed up by the maddened civilians who swallowed the pills.
Now his enemy is only Roland Wimbledon in the West. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)