"The sea breeze has become cold," Looking at the endless ocean, Garcia Wimbledon smoothed her hair that had been messed up by the wind, and said with a slight regret.
"Because winter is coming," replied a handsome man behind her. "Although this place belongs to the south, it is not the southernmost land. Only the Sand Nation doesn't understand what winter is. "
"Our fleet can't leave the port during the winter, the ocean currents will make it difficult for them to move even an inch. Therefore, this should be the last time they set sail. "The woman turned her head," Ryan, 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 Port of Clearwater in three days."
Garcia laughed, "I hope they can bring me enough surprises."
Ryan Coban looked at the flamboyant woman in front of him, his heart was filled with emotion. Her long gray hair refracted silvery light under the autumn sun; her eyes were light green, and the corners of her eyes were long and narrow. When she stared at people, there was an indescribable sense of oppression. After staying at the seaside for a long time, her skin was slightly rough, not as white as the other women of the Royal Family, but Ryan didn't care. In his eyes, Garcia's temperament was enough to overshadow any beauty.
Unlike the group of inbred idiots in Graycastle, Princess Wimbledon was a real genius. She had the wisdom and pride of an aristocrat, but she didn't scrupulously abide by the rules like an aristocrat. At this point, she was even a bit like a commoner – full of expectations to break the monotony, full of an adventurous spirit.
Of course, no commoner would have the same height and vision as her, even the Duke and the Marquis would appear short-sighted in front of her. She was able to invest all the trade income of the Port of Clearwater into the construction of the fleet, without leaving a single coin in her own treasury, just this point alone was something that the group of misers couldn't compare to.
"There is no point in hiding these Golden Dragon in the cabinet, when you don't use it, it's just like a stone. Only when you spend it, can it reflect its own value. The point is, spending it doesn't mean losing it, as long as you use it properly, the return you get will be far more than its own value. " – Ryan could still clearly remember the words she said to him, it was almost like an epiphany that broke through the fixed ideas that had been formed in his mind for a long time.
Compared to the nobles who spend all day counting how much their savings have increased, Ryan felt that this was the demeanor of a ruler.
So he followed Garcia to the Port of Clearwater without hesitation.
But after arriving here, Ryan discovered that the 3rd Princess had done far more than that – she not only had ideas, but also actions. She formulated the Black Sail Plan around this core and carried it out step by step in an orderly manner. As early as five years ago, Garcia's forces had already infiltrated the Port of Clearwater, preparing to establish the Black Sail Fleet – at that time, Wimbledon III had not yet proposed the Battle for the Throne. In other words, she was way ahead of all the other heirs.
"Come into the house, the wind is getting stronger," said Garcia, tilting her head. Her temporary residence was located at the southernmost point of the Port of Clearwater, above Salmon Harbour. This tower-like building was like a watchman stationed on the coast. At the top of the tower was a circular terrace with a wide field of vision, from which one could have a bird's eye view of the entire harbour and the merchant ships that came and went.
Now, after five years of operation, the Port of Clearwater's trade had begun to take shape. Every six months, a three-masted sailboat would be launched in the dock, and he had also gained the initial trust of the other party. Taking advantage of the 3rd Princess's good mood, Ryan hesitantly asked the biggest doubt in his heart for the past few months.
"Your Highness, there is one thing I don't understand," he closed the door, isolating himself from the whistling sea wind.
"Go ahead," she nodded with a smile.
"How come you were able to foresee all of this in advance before the King issued the Battle for the Throne?" He had also wondered if Wimbledon III had told her in advance, but after careful consideration, he knew that this was impossible. Everyone knew that the 2nd Prince was the King's most valued heir, the Battle for the Throne was set up for him, this could be seen from the 2nd Prince's fief, Valencia.
But how could she have guessed all of this by herself, and even began to lay out the plan five years ago? God above, she was only 18 years old at that time!
"Foresee?" She showed a funny look, "Do you think I'm a witch? I don't have that kind of ability to play tricks. "
"Uh, but …"
"I didn't know that my father would come up with such a rotten idea like the Battle for the Throne, to pave the way for his precious second son. In fact, what does the Battle for the Throne have to do with what I've done? "
No relation? Ryan suddenly seemed to realize something, he was so surprised that his mouth opened wide.
Seeing Ryan Coban's incredulous expression, Garcia smiled, "Do I have to wait for my father to say that I can fight for the throne, only then will I have the qualifications to fight for it? In the same way, will the one who governs the city the best be able to sit on the throne of Graycastle? I thought you would understand when you saw the Black Sail Plan. "
So that's how it is, Ryan murmured, her fleet was not simply formed for property. This fleet belonging to the 3rd Princess, after completing their trade, would change into the Black Sail at a place far away from the port, robbing the merchant ships of other cities or countries. In the same way, the 3rd Princess encouraged her people to sail out to sea, and participate in the Black Sail Plan. She promised, any looted property would belong to the owner of the ship, and the Port of Clearwater would never collect taxes on this profit.
This move brought her a huge amount of wealth, so this time she simply ordered the Black Sail Fleet to go straight south, plundering any ship that passed through the Endless Cape, as well as the southern Sand Nation.
But these moves were not just for the sake of money. Garcia did not use the plundered wealth to build the city or expand the land trade, she just put it into the shipyard, and continued to build more ships.
In these years, she gained a large number of experienced sailors, fierce warriors, and the support of the people – if she couldn't continue to rule, the villains who participated in the plundering would all be sent to the gallows.
"Will the one who governs the city the best be able to sit on the throne of Graycastle?" No, Ryan now knew, the one who could sit on the throne, was the one who had many ships and soldiers, the one who could go up the Sanwan River, all the way to the city of Valencia, Garcia Wimbledon.
"Did you know that you would be assigned to the Port of Clearwater?"
"This was an accident, it was just a bonus to the deal," Garcia shrugged her shoulders, "I originally thought that the Church was fooling me..."
Related to the Church? Seeing that the other side didn't continue, Ryan didn't dare to ask. But he knew, even if Garcia didn't come to the Port of Clearwater, this place would still obey her will, and continue to move in the direction she wanted.
"Let's put this aside," she poured herself a cup of black tea, "the previous little trick seems to have failed."
"Ah, yes," Ryan quickly recovered from his thoughts, and replied, "only news came from Border Town, the report said that the pill had failed. There was no news from other places. "
"There was no news, it should have been killed by my brothers, which was expected. Originally, it was just a pawn that was casually arranged, it had no effect on the overall situation, it was only used to kill time. But... "she changed the subject," other pawns failing is normal, but I didn't expect that even my fourth brother would be safe and sound. To tell you the truth, I am a little disappointed. "
"In the secret letter, Kingfisher said that the pill had indeed been taken, but..."
"A failure is a failure, I don't want to listen to your explanation," Garcia interrupted, "Not long after the Months of the Demons, will our lovely Prince take refuge in Longsong Stronghold? When the time comes for the invasion of the demonic beasts, I am afraid that the stronghold will be in chaos for a while. You write to her, tell her to take advantage of this opportunity. I want to see whether the goddess of luck will still stand on the side of my fourth brother. "
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You can go," Garcia waved her hand, and when Ryan was ready to leave, the third princess called out to him, "Ah, yes. I remember that the pill was bought from Master Alchemist Embise, right? "
Ryan nodded.
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