"Your Majesty, why hasn't there been any news from my brother?"
Ed's words made Timothy slightly surprised. Indeed, it had already been two months since Lehman Hawes had been sent to loot the Western Territory. Taking into account the journey back and forth, he should have already reported the situation or returned to King's City.
Although one of the tasks given to Lehman was to seize control of the Western Territory as soon as possible, Timothy was clear that after taking the pills, the 1500 people were almost useless. Relying on them to occupy the Western Territory was unlikely, so the main goal was still to seize the pills in the Stronghold Church, find out the details of the Duke's battle, and finally attack Border Town to consume a round of Roland's forces.
This was a tried and true method to deal with Garcia. Even if they didn't capture the Port of Clearwater, and the Militia was completely annihilated, most of the Knight's troops would be able to return safely. As long as they gathered a group of useless people, they would be able to continue the attack.
But why has there been no news from Lehman Hawes and the Knight's troops?
"Maybe he delayed his return because of the attack on Border Town, or maybe he's on his way back," Timothy slowly said. These reasons were obviously not very convincing, but he didn't want to say the most likely answer in front of Lehman's brother. "Maybe when I return to King's City, I'll receive news from him."
"Your Majesty, when the time comes, can you please …"
"Tell you his news?" Timothy nodded, "Of course, I'll send a messenger to deliver it."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The new King leaned against the railing, looking at the occasional bright light in the dark clouds. The sound of thunder seemed to come from far away. It wasn't loud, but it was dull and vigorous, as if it directly pounded on his heart.
Ed's question made the joy in his heart fade a lot. If Garcia Wimbledon's resistance was a matter of course, and Tilly Wimbledon's departure made him disappointed, then Roland Wimbledon's actions were completely unimaginable. He had thought that he did not need to spend any effort to pay attention to his incompetent younger brother. After a while, he would get tired of living in a poor town and come to the capital. However, the actual situation was completely beyond his imagination.
He stayed behind in Border Town, survived the Months of the Demons, defeated the Duke Of Ryan, seized Longsong Stronghold, and even completely lost contact with Lehman's 1,500 militia. How did he do it?
Timothy didn't have a deep understanding of his younger brother. When he was a child, neither Garcia nor Gerald liked to play with him. When he was an adult, they would only see each other once at the palace banquets. However, rumors of his naughty and mischievous deeds still lingered, and even his father didn't like him very much. Could it be that he had been hiding his true nature from the very beginning?
Timothy quickly rejected this idea. Even if she was as smart as Fifth Sister, she was only good at learning and quick thinking. Her childhood personality was no different from that of an ordinary girl. How could a person be born with the ability to hide and deceive? Something must have happened to him after he went to Border Town, which caused this change.
Timothy shook his head and put these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
"No, it's nothing," the new King took a deep breath. "The storm is coming."
No matter what he encountered, Border Town's population and location made it impossible for him to retreat. There was no port, no fleet, and behind him was a barbarian land that he couldn't set foot in. He could only defend that corner until he was exhausted by his own offensive.
"Do you insist on leaving tomorrow?" The Knight asked worriedly.
"If I stop in the face of a little rain, how can I face the real storm?" Timothy turned and said. Sooner or later, Roland Wimbledon would kneel at his feet and beg for forgiveness. The crown of the King of Graycastle would inevitably be firmly placed on his head. However, this was just the beginning. The Church's movements and intentions were becoming more and more obvious. One day, Graycastle would fight against the Church, and that would be the real challenge. "Go and do your work. The sooner you complete the task I gave you, the sooner you can return to King's City."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ed took two steps, then turned back and asked, "I almost forgot, Your Majesty, what should we do with those who swallowed the pills and didn't die on the battlefield? This is the third time they've taken the pills. "
"Let them be incinerated along with the Port of Clearwater," he replied with a blank expression.
The Knight took the order and left. Timothy suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose. He raised his head and saw rain falling from the clouds. At first, it was sparse, but then it became denser and denser, and soon it set off a series of ripples on the sea.
*
At the top of the Tower of Babel in the New Holy City of Hermes.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Tayfun slammed the table and said, "That son of a bitch! Blasphemer! How dare she target the Church!? "
This was the first time that Mayne had seen the old Bishop lose his composure. The blue veins on his forehead bulged, his beard trembled with anger, and his face was so ferocious that it seemed as if he wanted to swallow the other person alive.
It was hard to imagine that the old Bishop, who usually complained about Heather, would quarrel with her for an entire afternoon, but when he saw the jewelry box sent by the Queen of Clearwater, the old Bishop broke out in an astonishing rage.
There were no pearls in the jewelry box, only an iron ring, which was the Bishop's emblem personally awarded by the Pope, and the ring was worn on a blood-stained broken finger.
Mayne sighed and reached out to close the jewelry box, "Of course she dares, because we haven't obtained the blessings of God … God only favors the winner."
This sentence immediately calmed Tayfun down. He sat back in his chair without saying a word, gasping for breath, and finally forced out a sentence, "What are you going to do next?"
This was indeed a situation that the Church had never encountered in the last hundred years. No one would have thought that Garcia would travel thousands of miles from Graycastle to the Kingdom of Endless Winter, and after capturing King's City, she would also send the Black Sail Fleet to approach Hermes. Although Wolfsheart City was on the verge of being captured, Mayne didn't hesitate to transfer all of the God's Punishment Army back to the old Holy City.
This city without walls was the barrier of Hermes, and under no circumstances could it be lost.
After the offensive stopped, the Black Sail Fleet also didn't continue to advance, but instead returned to King's City along the river. Obviously, the other party's intention was very obvious. As long as the Church sent a large army to attack Wolfsheart, Garcia would attack the Holy City from the river. The sudden intervention of this royal power made the nobles of the Kingdom of Endless Winter restless. Mayne believed that as long as he could let these greedy people continue to keep their territory and property, they would not hesitate to support Garcia as the new Queen of Endless Winter.
Today's predicament was not something he could easily solve.
But the Church wouldn't be subdued by this kind of difficulty. Long before he became the Bishop, he had already understood that he would have to walk on a thorny road.
"First of all, the Holy City needs a new Bishop. You first make a list of candidates, and the final candidate will be decided by the Pope," Mayne slowly said.
"What about the enemy?" Tayfun snorted through his nostrils.
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