Release that Witch

The merchant fleet sailed north along the tributary of the Chishui River and passed through the Yinguang City and sailed into the Grand Canal leading to the capital.

Tassa recalled that he had seen it in the Chronicles of the Grey Fort, and it was still a wasteland two hundred years ago. In order to transport the silver mines mined from nearby mines back to Wangdu, Wimbledon I called the stonemason and nearly 10,000 handymen. It took twenty years to build this canal connecting Wangdu and the silver mine, and the surrounding areas of the silver mine gradually formed. A city was later named the Silver City by the first king.

However, the scene displayed in front of him is difficult to associate with the wasteland two hundred years ago. The banks of the canal are dense farmland, and further away, it is a continuous village. This made him think of the Kingdom Road in Bianbu Town. When the road is repaired, I am afraid that the foot of the mountain will become dense.

"I heard that you used to be Wangdu?" A woman’s voice rang from behind.

Tassa turned his head and found that it was the owner of the caravan, Margaret. He nodded. "Before becoming a palace guard, I have lived in the inner city."

“How does it feel to return to the place?”

"To be honest, okay," he said. "If it weren't for the arrangement of His Royal Highness, I would rather stay in Bianbu Town. Although the Wangdu is prosperous, it has a feeling of poor breathing." This is especially true for the underlying nobles. Tassa thought.

"Is it?" Margaret smiled. "How much do you know about Roland. Your Royal Highness?"

"What's wrong?" This question gave him a slight glimpse.

"I think he is an incredible person. It is very bad when he is in the capital of Wangdu. You should have heard a lot of rumors about him, but in Bianbu Town... it’s not like the rumors, no matter The behavior or the idea is unpredictable," she paused. "If the steam engine is just a testimony to his versatility, why are the soldiers he trained so different?"

Tassa glanced at the first soldiers who sat on the deck, considering that the activities around the kingdom should be as concealed as possible. They were not equipped with muskets, nor were they wearing uniform uniforms, but instead replaced them with a variety of skins. A, carrying a wooden gun behind him, looks like a caravan of the caravan. Most of them were away from the West for the first time. Although they were curious and looked around and talked about it, no one took off their shoes or laid down their weapons.

On the other hand, the mercenaries of the caravans, many of them have already entered the cabin in order to avoid the sun, and the three or four people who stayed on the deck took off their shoes, untied their weapons and put them aside, lying flat in the shade.

"I don't know too much," Taza said helplessly. It’s not that he wants to hide, but he doesn’t know that since the Four Princes arrived in Bianbu Town, they have become very different from before. “Probably His Highness has been pretending to be himself.”

"Yes... is this?" Margaret was undecided about this answer. She was silent for a moment and suddenly extended her finger to the front. "Look, that is the wall of the kingdom, we are coming."

At the end of the field of vision, there is a blue and gray color. Standing here, you can feel the grandeur of the city wall. This is the most outstanding work before the stonemason will be disbanded. Whether it is height or thickness, it is second to none in the Grey Fort. There are even rooms and passages inside the wall that can accommodate nearly a thousand soldiers to rest, thus enabling seamless patrols and quick support.

When the wall was clearly presented in front of Tassa, the figure of the fugitive also entered his vision.

A large number of civilians gathered outside the suburbs of Wangdu. They set up a simple shed along the city wall. The white fire in the fire pit in front of the shed seemed to be cooking porridge. For the time being, these people have not yet broken their food, and their looks are not bad. However, Wang Du's relief food will certainly not be endlessly distributed. When the nobles select the right labor force, they will send troops to drive away these people.

"What are you going to do?" Margaret was curious. "Do you send your soldiers to promote the people?"

"No, it's so inefficient, and it's easy to get the attention of others," Tassa shook his head. "If you want to do things in the king, you can buy an official or hire a mouse. You should have a deep understanding of it."

"Yes," she laughed. "I wanted to remind you two sentences. It seems unnecessary. Then, if there is a need for money, come to me." Margaret handed him a sign," As long as this is displayed, the store manager will contact me immediately. Of course, the Golden Dragon below 100 can be directly taken from it."

"Thank you." Tassa took the token. It was a deep red stone, and it was covered with a line of words that had never been seen before.

“You're welcome,” she chuckled. “These money will be repaid to me along with the interest.”

After arriving at the Canal Dock, Tassa let the First Army soldiers stay in the suburbs to wait for news, avoiding the sight of the Wangcheng patrol as much as possible, and then entering the city with the caravan. When passing through the city gate, he noticed that the inspection of the guards was strictly strict. Obviously, he did not want the fugitives from the east to mix into the city.

Entering the city, the first thing that caught his eye was a row of towering gallows.

The woman with four hands tied back was screaming in the scorching sun. This scene caused Tassad to frown.

“Tefico was screaming for witches in the city. They were all unfortunate people caught,” Margaret sighed. “But it’s not accurate. Some witches are just awkward and awkward. Opportunity to get rid of it. It’s hard to say that it’s better to continue being imprisoned in a dark room where you don’t see light, or to get rid of pain as soon as possible... Anyway, I hope they can rest in peace.”

In the half year of Bianbu Town, Tassa has realized that witches are not as unforgivable as the propaganda of the church. They have no difference from ordinary people except for their strange ability. The woman on the gallows judged from the figure, the smallest may be only fourteen or five years old, which made him feel a little depressed, and the feeling of breathlessness came back.

The outer city of Wangdu did not change much from half a year ago. Except for the main road facing the city gate, the other roads and alleys are muddy. The midsummer sun caused cracks on the ground, and as soon as the carriage passed, it would raise a burst of yellow dust. It is hard to imagine that the capital of the kingdom was lost to a deserted town outside the West.

After crossing the two streets, the caravan went to the market area, and Tassa waved with Margaret and turned into an alley.

He walked to the door of the "ground trumpeter" pub and walked straight into the door.

“Hey! It’s only open at night!” someone shouted.

Tassa was ignored, went straight to the bar, and said to the strong man who wiped the glass with his head: "Remember me?"

"Which stone are you smashing out of the grasshopper, didn't you hear the pub open at night?" He impatiently lowered the glass, raised his face with a sullen face, and the two waiters who sorted the tables and chairs were also surrounded. "Now I count three towers, Tassa adults?"

"It's me," Tassa sighed and said, "I have a good business to hand over to you." (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)