Chapter 265 The Last Enemy

Timothy stepped into the vaulted roundhouse atop the Lord's Tower in Port Clearwater. Hunting text ? ??? ?

Unlike common castles, this tower building is taller and narrower. In addition to handling government affairs and sightseeing, I am afraid that it is impossible to even convene ministers to hold court meetings.

All the furnishings in the room have not been moved, as if the owner has just left and will be back soon. Facing the entrance is a reddish-brown square table. The books on the table are neatly arranged, and there are a few unfinished manuscripts in the center. The quill is inserted in the ink bottle and can be picked up to continue write it down.

He walked to the table step by step and sat down on the wide chair. The chair surface is covered with a cool cushion made of bamboo slices, which is very suitable for relieving the summer heat. There was a large bucket of water next to the chair, which was obviously used to keep ice awns and cool down the heat. However, today's weather is a bit gloomy, and the dark clouds on the sea are very low, so the room doesn't look stuffy.

Timothy leaned over and put his face on the table and sniffed lightly, a faint fragrance came into his nostrils - this is Garcia's favorite scent of blue peony, which is produced in Hanfeng Ridge. Like rose and rosemary, it contains a unique cool feeling, like melting the ice and snow of the Northland into it.

Only by using an item for a long time can it acquire its own smell. There is no doubt that his sister always sits on a chair like him on weekdays, with her hands on the table, or listening to reports from her subordinates, or Write decrees.

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

"Haha...ha...haha...hahahaha——————————" At the end, Timothy simply leaned back in his chair, raised his head and laughed loudly.

He finally won!

Garcia gave up Clearwater Port and the southern border, which was equivalent to giving up the throne of Graycastle.

After finding out that the Black Sail Fleet kept going north along the coastline, he immediately gathered his subordinates and drove more than 5,000 slaves, rats, and criminals to the southern border, attacking Garcia's old nest, Clearwater Port. The only resistance came from the sand people in the extreme south corner. I don't know what kind of promise these people got, 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. Timothy took advantage of the large number of people to break up the opponent's counterattack time and time again, and continued to erode the sand people's defense. Nearly 3,000 people died in the war of attrition. If it weren't for the influence of the pills, this mob would never have dared to step on the battlefield, let alone fight to the death with the brutal and ferocious sand people.

As a result of the battle, he stepped over layers of corpses and boarded the lord's tower in Clear Water Port.

The "Queen of Clear Water" has become history, and the southern border of Graycastle has finally returned to his control.

"Your Majesty?" Probably hearing his hearty laughter, the knight guarding the door opened the door and entered.

"It's okay," Timothy 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 roundhouse.

The slightly salty sea breeze blows in, the clothes rustle in the wind, and the dark clouds in the distance are getting thicker and thicker, as if a heavy rain is approaching.

What a pity, he thought, it seemed impossible to see the port, the wharf, and the Lord's Tower of the Third Sister burn to ashes in the flames. In the past six months, he has been leading the army abroad, and he has hardly stayed in the capital for a full month. All government affairs are entrusted to the imperial court—although the Marquis of Wick seems to be very loyal, but loyalty cannot keep the temptation away forever Besides, Gron Wimbledon is the best example. He had to return to the capital as soon as possible to stabilize the undercurrent of the political situation, and the rain in the south would last for several days, so he couldn't wait for that time.

"I will set off for the capital early tomorrow morning," Timothy said. "Except for the personal guards and the Knights of the Royal Capital, the other knights and mercenaries will be under your command. Ser Ed Hoss, do it for me." Guard the southern border, and don't let the sand people set foot on the territory of Graycastle again."

"Do you... want me to stay here?" The young knight from the Howth family in the north was startled, "But I still want to continue fighting for you, Your Majesty. I—"

"Warning the frontier is fighting for me, ser," Timothy interrupted. "Listen, there is still a lot to do here, so I must leave a loyal and capable man to deal with the aftermath."

"But..." Ed looked a little hesitant.

"I know what you're worried about," the new king smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you won't stay here forever. When the matter in Bishui Port is over, I will immediately transfer you back to the capital. Graycastle is now It is still not unified, and before recovering the western region, I need more knights to charge for me, how could I forget you here."

He raised his head, his eyes shined, then he knelt down on one knee and said loudly, "I obey, Your Majesty!"

"Get up," Timothy nodded in 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 the real traitors. If they really took refuge in Garcia, they would have left with the Black Sail Fleet. If I kill these people, I will only play into her hands." However, the influence of the third sister The strength was beyond his expectation. In the port with more than 10,000 people, plus the slaves plundered from Eagle City, there were only more than 400 people who refused to leave in the end. If it weren't for the strong resistance of the sand people, this port would be no different from an empty city.

"Your Majesty is merciful."

"The second thing is to burn down all the docks, shipyards, and Lord's Tower. I want everyone in the southern region 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 the refugees for me." Timothy said calmly, looking at the sea and sky, "Any homeless people, rats, bandits, and even sand people are fine. From Eagle City The war in the southern border has never subsided to this day. There should be a large number of refugees in the surrounding villages and small towns. It doesn’t matter what the collection method is. Before the war to suppress the western border begins, you must provide me with at least 5,000 people. Team."

Garcia's escape proved the correctness of her strategy, which was to use up half of the population of Graycastle to consume the power of the rebels—usually, a team of about a hundred knights led thousands of civilians to attack. Does not participate in the battle, only responsible for dispensing pills and directing the battle. In the face of absolute superiority in numbers, as long as the consumption continues, the enemy must be unable to hold on. On the contrary, Garcia's retreat is a decisive performance. If she sticks to Clearwater Port, she will inevitably be swallowed up by the berserk civilians who swallowed the pill.

Now his enemy is only Roland Wimbledon from the western region. (To be continued.)