Tifeco Wimbledon walked into the vaulted roundhouse at the top of the Tower of the Lords of Bluewater. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike the usual castles, this tower is taller and narrower. In addition to handling government affairs and sightseeing, I am afraid that I will not even be able to convene ministers for court meetings.

The furnishings in the room had not been moved, as if the owner had just left and would be back soon. Facing the entrance was a reddish-brown square table, with books neatly arranged, and in the center were several unfinished manuscripts, with quills in inkwells, which could be picked up and continued.

He walked over to the table and sat down in the large chair. The chair is covered with a cushion made of bamboo chips, which is perfect for relieving the summer heat. There was also a large bucket of water next to the chair, apparently used to place the ice mangs and cool off the heat, but the weather was a little gloomy today, and the dark clouds on the sea were very low, and the room did not look stuffy.

Tifeco leaned over his face to the table and sniffed lightly, a faint fragrance entering his nostrils - this was Garcia's favorite blue and blue sunflower scent, produced in the Coldwind Ridge, which contained a unique coolness compared to roses and rosemary, as if melting the snow of the Northland.

Only long-term use of an object can make it smell like this, and there is no doubt that his sister always sat on a chair like he did, with her hands on the table, or listening to reports from her subordinates, or writing decrees.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha...... Ha...... Ha ha...... Hahahaha——————————" At the end, Tifeko simply leaned back in his chair and threw his head back into laughter.

He finally won!

Garcia's abandonment of the Blue Water Harbor and the Abandonment of the Southern Frontier is also equivalent to giving up the throne of the Grey Keep.

As soon as he found out that the Black Sail fleet was moving north along the coastline, he immediately gathered his men and drove more than 5,000 slaves, rats, and criminals to the south to attack Garcia's old nest, Bishui Harbor. The only resistance came from the sandmen of the far south, and they didn't know what kind of promise they had received, and they rushed forward one by one as if they were desperate. And the trouble is, they also have madness pills.

The battle lasted for nearly half a month, and Tifeko took advantage of his large numbers to break up the opponent's counterattacks again and again, and constantly encroached on the defense lines of the sandmen. Nearly 3,000 people died in the war of attrition, and if it weren't for the impact of the pills, this rabble would not have dared to set foot on the battlefield at all, let alone fight to the death with the savage and ferocious sandmen.

As a result of the battle, he stepped over the layers of corpses and climbed the lord's tower in the blue water harbor.

The Queen of the Blue Water is history, and the southern realm of the Grey Keep is finally under his control.

"Your Majesty?" presumably hearing his hearty laughter, the knight guarding the door pushed the door in.

"It's all right," Tifeko said, tilting his head and motioning for him to follow him, and ascended to the terrace through the side door of the roundhouse.

The slightly salty sea breeze was blowing, the robes were rustling in the wind, and the dark clouds in the distance were getting thicker and thicker, as if a heavy rain was coming.

What a pity, he thought, he had planned to witness the third sister's port, dock, and lord's tower turn to ashes in the flames, but it seemed that he couldn't do it. For half a year he had been leading his troops in the field, and had hardly spent a month in the capital, leaving all affairs to the Prime Minister – and while the Marquis de Wick seemed to be loyal, loyalty could not keep the lure out forever, as was the case with Golon Wimbledon. He must return to the royal capital as soon as possible to stabilize the political situation with the undercurrent, and the rain in the south is several days at a time, and he can't wait for that time.

"I'll leave for the royal capital early tomorrow morning," Tifeco began, "with the exception of the Guards and the Knights of the Royal Capital, the rest of the knights and mercenaries are under your command. Sir Ed Hawth, keep an eye on the southern frontier for me, and don't let the Sandfolk set foot in the Grey Keep again. ”

"You...... Will I stay here?" the young knight from the Northern House of Hoth was stunned, "but I still want to continue fighting for you, Your Majesty." I-"

"Guarding the frontier is also fighting for me, sir," Tifeko interrupted, "listen, there's still a lot to be done here, so I'll have to leave a loyal and capable man to deal with the aftermath." ”

"But......" Ed hesitated.

"I know what you're worried about," the new king smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you won't be here forever." When the matter of the Blue Water Harbor is over, I will immediately transfer you back to the royal capital, the Grey Castle is still not unified, and before the recovery of the Western Border, I need more knights to charge for me, how can I forget you here. ”

He raised his head, his eyes lit up, then knelt down on one knee and shouted, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Get up," Tifeko nodded with satisfaction, "there are three main things you're going to do next. The first is to escort all the left-behind residents of Bishui Port to the royal capital. ”

"Don't you hang these betrayers?" said the knight in astonishment.

"No, they weren't really traitors, and if they had taken refuge with Garcia, they would have left with the Blacksail Fleet. If I kill these people, I'll only get her in the right hands. However, the influence of the third sister was really beyond his expectations, the port of more than 10,000 people, plus the slaves captured from Eagle City, in the end, there were only more than 400 people left who were unwilling to leave. If it weren't for the sandfolk fighting hard, this port would be no different from an empty city.

"Your Majesty is merciful. ”

"The second thing is to burn down the docks, the shipyard, and the lord's tower, and I want everyone in the south to see that Garcia's lair is gone, and even if she does, she will only get a ruin. ”

"Yes," the knight replied.

"The last thing I did was to collect the displaced people for me. Tifeco looked at the sea and the sky and said calmly, "Anyone who is homeless, a rat, a bandit, or even a sandman will do. From the battle of Eagle City to today, the strife in the south has not subsided, there should be a large number of refugees in the surrounding villages and towns, it doesn't matter how to collect them, before the war to suppress the west begins, you must provide me with at least a team of five thousand men. ”

Garcia's escape proved the correctness of his strategy, which was to use the population of most of the Grey Keep to drain the resistance - normally, a team of about 100 knights, led by thousands of civilians, the knights did not participate in the battle, but were only responsible for distributing pills and directing the battle. In the face of absolute numerical superiority, as long as it continues to be consumed, it must be the enemy who cannot hold on. Garcia's retreat was a sign of decisiveness, and if she held on to the clear water harbor, she would inevitably be swallowed up by the mad civilians who swallowed the pill.

Now his only enemy is Roland Wimbledon of the West. (To be continued.) )