Timothy Wimbledon walked into the arched round room at the top of the Lord's Tower in the Port of Clearwater.
Unlike the common castles, this tower building was taller and narrower. In addition to dealing with government affairs and sightseeing, it was impossible to even summon ministers to hold court.
The furnishings in the room had not been moved at all, as if the owner had just left and would soon return. Directly facing the entrance was a reddish-brown square table. The books on the table were arranged neatly, and there were a few unfinished manuscripts in the center. The quill was inserted into the ink bottle, and one could pick it up to continue writing.
He walked step by step to the table and sat in the wide chair. The chair was covered with a cushion made of bamboo, very suitable for relieving the heat of the summer. There was also a large bucket of water next to the chair, obviously used to place the Ice Awn, to cool down and dispel the heat. However, today's weather was a bit gloomy, and the dark clouds over the sea were very low, so the room did not feel stuffy.
Timothy leaned over, put his face on the table, and gently sniffed. A faint fragrance entered his nostrils. This was the fragrance of Garcia's favorite blue sunflower, which was produced in Coldwind Ridge. Compared to rose and rosemary, it contained a unique coolness, as if the ice and snow of the Northern Region had been melted into it.
Only by using an object for a long time could it be infected with one's own smell. There was no doubt that his sister was always like him, sitting in the chair with her hands on the table, listening to reports from her subordinates, or writing government decrees.
Thinking of this, he could not help but laugh.
"Ha … ha … ha … ha ha ha ha ha" In the end, Timothy simply leaned on the back of the chair, looked up and laughed loudly.
He finally won!
Garcia gave up the Port of Clearwater, gave up the Southern Territory, which was equivalent to giving up the throne of Graycastle.
Since he found out that the Black Sail Fleet was moving north along the coastline, he immediately summoned his subordinates, drove more than 5,000 slaves, rats, and criminals straight to the Southern Territory, and launched an attack on Garcia's nest, the Port of Clearwater. The only resistance came from the Sand Nation in the extreme south. He did not know what kind of promise this group of people had received, but one by one they rushed forward as if they did not care about their lives. But the trouble was, they also had Berserk Pills.
This battle lasted for nearly half a month, during which Timothy took advantage of his numerical advantage to disintegrate the opponent's counterattack time and time again, and constantly nibbled away at the Sand Nation's line of defense.Nearly three thousand people died in the war of attrition. If not for the influence of the pills, this motley crew would not have dared to step onto the battlefield, let alone fight the savage and ferocious Sand Nation head-on.
The result of the battle was that he had crossed over layers of corpses and climbed up to the Lord's Tower of the Port of Clearwater.
The Queen of Clearwater had become history, and the southern border of Graycastle had finally returned to his control.
"Your Majesty?" The Knight, who was guarding outside the door, probably heard Roland's carefree laughter.
"It doesn't matter," Timothy got up, tilted his head, and motioned for him to follow him. Then he went up to the balcony from the side door of the round house.
The slightly salty sea breeze blew against his face, and his robe fluttered in the wind. The dark clouds in the distance were getting thicker and thicker, as if a heavy rain was approaching.
What a pity, he thought. He had originally planned to see his sister's port, dock, and Lord's Tower turn into Ashes in the raging flames, but it seemed that he would not be able to do so. For the past six months, he had been leading troops on expeditions, and had almost never stayed in King's City for a full month. All of the government affairs were entrusted to the Prime Minister. Although Marquis Wyke seemed to be very loyal, but loyalty did not mean that he would always be able to resist temptation. Gerald Wimbledon was the best example. He had to return to King's City as soon as possible, and stabilize the political situation. But the rain in the south would last for several days, and he could not wait until then.
"I will leave for King's City early tomorrow morning," Timothy said, "In addition to my personal guards and King's City Knight Regiment, the rest of the Knight and mercenaries will be under your command. Sir Ed Hawes, guard the southern border for me, and don't let the Sand Nation take a single step into Graycastle. "
"You … want me to stay here?" The young Knight from the Hawes family in the north was startled, "But I still want to continue fighting for you, Your Majesty. I … "
"Guarding the border is also fighting for me, Sir," Timothy interrupted, "Listen, there are still many things to do here, so I have to leave behind a loyal and capable person to deal with the aftermath."
"But …" Ed seemed a little hesitant.
"I know what you are worried about," the new King smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Rest assured, you won't always stay here. When the matter of the Port of Clearwater is over, I will immediately transfer you back to King's City. Graycastle is still not unified, and before recovering the Western Territory, I need more Knight to fight for me, how could I forget you here. "
He raised his head, his eyes shining, and then he knelt down on one knee and shouted, "Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Get up," Timothy nodded with satisfaction, "There are three main things you have to do next. The first is to escort all the residents of the Port of Clearwater to King's City. "
"Don't you want to hang these traitors?" The Knight asked in surprise.
"No, they are not the real traitors, if they were really on Garcia's side, they would have already left with the Black Sail Fleet.If I kill these people, I will only be playing into her hands. " However, the influence of his sister was really beyond his expectations, with more than ten thousand people in the port, plus the slaves captured from Eagle City, in the end there were only more than four hundred people who were unwilling to leave. If it weren't for the Sand Nation's desperate resistance, this port would be no different from an empty city.
"Your Majesty is merciful."
"The second thing is to burn the dock, shipyard, and the Lord's Tower. I want everyone in the Southern Territory to see that Garcia's lair no longer exists, even if she comes back, she will only get ruins."
"Yes," the Knight replied.
"The last thing is to collect refugees for me." Timothy looked at the sky and the sea, and calmly said, "Any homeless people, rats, bandits, or even Sand Nation will do. Since the battle of Eagle City until today, the disputes in the Southern Territory have never subsided, so there should be a large number of refugees in the surrounding villages and towns. It doesn't matter how you collect them, but before the start of the war to suppress the Western Territory, you must at least provide me with a team of five thousand people. "
Garcia's escape proved the correctness of his strategy, which was to use more than half of the population of Graycastle to consume the strength of the rebels. Under normal circumstances, a team of about a hundred Knight would lead thousands of civilians to launch an attack. The Knight would not participate in the battle, but was only responsible for distributing the pills and commanding the battle. In the face of an absolute advantage in numbers, as long as they continued to consume the population, the one who would not be able to hold on would be the enemy. Garcia's retreat was a decisive performance, if she had stubbornly defended the Port of Clearwater, she would inevitably be swallowed up by the crazy civilians who had swallowed the pills.