Release that Witch

"The sea breeze is getting cold," looking at the marginal ocean, Garcia Wimbledon licked the wind-blown hair, saying with a little regret.

"Because winter is coming," a handsome man behind her replied, "Although it belongs to the South, it is not a very southern place. Only the Shamins do not understand what winter is."

"Our fleet can't leave the port in the winter, and the current will make them difficult. So this time it should be the last time to sail." The woman turned back, "Farian, how long has the black sail been out?"

"Two months and four days," the man said without hesitation. "If there is no accident, they will arrive at the clear water port after three days."

Garcia laughed. "I hope they will bring me enough surprises."

Farion Coba looked at the woman who was arrogant, and felt very much in her heart. Her long gray hair reflects the silver in the autumn sun; the eyes are light green, the eyes are narrow, and there is an indescribable pressure when staring at people. Staying at the beach for a long time, her skin is slightly rough, not as white as the other women in the royal family, but Farion does not care. In his eyes, Garcia's temperament is enough to eclipse any beauty.

Unlike the idiots that are handed out by the close relatives in the Grey Fort, the three kings of Wimbledon are true geniuses. She has the wisdom and pride of the nobility, but she is not as conservative as the aristocrats. On this point, she is even a bit like a civilian. She is full of anticipation and adventurous.

Of course, no civilian has a height and vision like her, and even the Duke and the prince are short-sighted in front of her. It is possible to invest all the trade income of the clear water port into the construction of the fleet. There is no coin left in the treasury. This is the point that the savior is far behind.

"These golden dragons don't have any meaning in the cabinet. When you don't use it, it's the same as the stone. Only when you spend it can it reflect its own value. The key is that spending it doesn't mean losing it, as long as you use it, you The rewards will be far greater than itself." - Farion still remembers what she said to herself, almost smashing the inherent ideas that have been formed in his mind for a long time.

Compared with those royal aristocrats who have counted their savings and grown up all day, Faryon feels that this is the ruler's demeanor.

So he turned to Garcia and turned to follow her to Bishuigang.

After arriving at this place, Farion discovered that the three kings had done more than that - she not only had ideas but also actions. She developed a plan for the black sail around this core, and it was carried out step by step. As early as five years ago, the forces cultivated by Garcia had already infiltrated into the clear water port, preparing for the formation of the Black Sailing Team - and at that time, Wimbledon III had not yet made a war. In other words, she has already walked in front of all the heirs.

"Go back to the house, the wind is getting bigger," Garcia said. Her palace is located at the southernmost tip of the clear water port, above the carp port. This tower-like building is like a watchman stationed on the coast. The top of the tower is a circular terrace with a wide view and a bird's eye view of the entire harbor and merchant ships.

Now, after five years of operation, the trade of Bishui Port has begun to take shape. A three-masted sailing ship will be launched every six months, and he also gained initial trust from the other side. Looking at the feelings of the three kings, Fryen hesitated to ask the biggest doubts in the past few months.

"His Highness, I don't understand a bit," he closed the door and isolated the whistling sea breeze.

"You said," she nodded with a smile.

"Why can the king predict this before the king has not issued a war order?" He also wondered if Wimbledon III told her in advance, but it was impossible to know it carefully. Everyone knows that the second prince is the most important heir to the king. The order for the king is precisely for him. This can be seen from the prince's land, Jin Suicheng.

Can you guess it all by yourself and start the layout five years ago? The **** is on, she was only eighteen years old!

“Foresight?” She showed a funny look. “Are you treating me as a witch? I don’t have the ability to pretend to be a ghost.”

"Oh, but..."

"I don't know if my father would think of a bad idea for the king to pave the way for his baby son. In fact, is there any relationship between the war and the things I do?"

It doesn't matter? Farion suddenly looked like he was surprised and grew up.

Seeing Faureen Coban’s unbelievable expression, Garcia smiled. “Don’t you have to wait for the father to say that I can compete for the throne, can I have this qualification to fight? The same reason, the city will be governed. The best one will be able to sit in the Grey Fort Throne? I thought you could understand when you saw the Black Sail plan."

So, Farion muttered that her fleet was not simply built for property. After the trade, the fleet belonging to the Three Kings will change the black sails away from the port and rob the merchant ships of other cities or countries. Similarly, the three kings encouraged her people to sail out to sea and participate in the Black Sail plan. She promised that any property that was looted would be owned by the owner of the ship, and that the clear water port would never collect taxes on this profit.

The move brought her enormous wealth, so this time she simply order black sailing team went straight south to the Cape of endless plunder any ship, as well as the sand of the southern people through.

These initiatives, not just for money. Garcia will not have to plunder the wealth of this city used to build or expand overland trade, she just put them again to shipyards, the ship continues to build more.

During those years, she received a large number of experienced sailors, aggressive fighters, and support of the highly popular - if she can not stay in power, were all involved in predatory villain will be sent to the gallows.

"The one who will manage the best city will definitely be able to sit on the throne of the Grey Fortress?" No, Farion knows now that he can sit on the throne with many ships and soldiers, and he can follow the Sanwan River. On, directly to Garcia Wimbledon under the Golden Spike.

"Do you know that you will be assigned to the clear water port?"

"This is an accident, a deal is over," Garcia shrugged. "It was originally the church that fooled me..."

Related to the church? Seeing the other side did not say, Faryon did not dare to ask. But he knew that even if Garcia did not come to the clear water port, this place would follow her will and continue in the direction she hoped.

"Put these things aside," she poured herself a cup of black tea. "The previous trick seemed to have failed."

"Ah, yes," Farinen quickly retracted his thoughts and replied, "Only there is news from Bianbu Town, reporting that the pill has failed. There is no news in other places."

"No news should have been killed by my brothers. It is expected. It was originally a chess piece that was laid out. It didn't matter the big picture. It was just used to kill the waiting time. But..." She turned and said, "Other pieces fail. It’s normal, but I didn’t expect even the four brothers to be safe. To be honest, I’m a little disappointed.”

"The kingfisher said in the secret letter that the pill really ate, but..."

"Failure is failure, I don't want to hear the explanation," Garcia interrupted. "It won't be long before the demon moon. Our lovely prince will go to the long song fortress to take refuge. When the evil beasts invade, the fortress will be chaotic." For a while, you write to her and let her take the opportunity. I want to see if this lucky goddess will stand on the side of the fourth brother?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You go on," Garcia waved, and when Farion was preparing to retire, the three kings called him again. "Oh, yes. I remember that the pill was bought by the alchemist Enbis. ?"

Farion nodded.

"What did he say at the time? Colorless and tasteless, like water, succumb to death, no medicine to save, or his latest alchemy results?" Garcia yawned, "Tangle him."