"Is it... really okay to do this?" Echo looked through the window of the command post at the Sand Nation, who were being whipped and rolling on the ground, with a trace of pity on her face.
"They've never known what discipline is. Their life has always been one of survival of the fittest. If we want them to be put to use as soon as possible, this is the only way except for war," Iron Axe replied respectfully. "You haven't been in the Southernmost Region for a long time, and the chief is very concerned about you, so you may not know the nature of these small clans. This kind of lesson is not a big deal, and can even be said to be very necessary. Otherwise, they will only think that Osha has no prestige and is weak and easy to bully. "
At this point, he said with a rare hesitation, "I think you may not be used to it because... His Majesty is sometimes too kind."
"I totally agree." Andrea, who was lying by the window, shrugged. "There's a saying among the nobles that radishes and sticks are the best way to rule the subjects. And the thicker the radish, the kinder the lord is. "
"What's a radish?" Hummingbird asked curiously.
"It's a kind of food, similar to His Majesty's corn. It's a specialty of the Kingdom of Dawn," Andrea explained. "But no matter how sturdy a carrot is, it's still much thinner than a stick. So the implication of this sentence is that the subjects will only learn to cherish the punishment more than the reward. A lord like His Majesty will only be regarded as a wastrel in the City of Glow. "
"This is one of the few things that I agree with you." Ashes twitched her mouth.
"Maybe His Majesty is very talkative?" Hummingbird put her chin on her hand and thought for a while. "The words he taught Thuram to say are quite reasonable... the collective strength is always greater than the individual strength."
"However, even Thuram only forced himself to memorize those words." Iron Axe shook his head with a smile. "If you hadn't been to Neverwinter in person, you wouldn't have been able to imagine what kind of incredible new order His Majesty had established. I believe that one day, the whole of Graycastle will become like Neverwinter, but obviously not now. The whip can make them remember the rules of the Southern Region better than words. "
Echo sighed softly and did not say anything more.
"Lord Commander-in-Chief," a soldier suddenly walked into the command center. "There's a commotion in the Rockfall Tribe and the Clear Spring Tribe. Someone is confronting the garrison army."
"Because of boarding?" Iron Axe's expression immediately became serious.
"Yes, those who were pushed into the water called their families, hoping to get the same amount of food and remuneration. It's not that they don't want to go to Blackwater Valley, it's just that Osha refused them."
"Very good. Who is guarding the camp now?"
"Second Firearm Battalion."
"Call up two classes, as well as those Osha lads who want to sign up for the First Army. Tell them to immediately gather at the site of the commotion. I'll be there soon."
"Yes, my lord!"
Seeing that Iron Axe was about to leave, Echo couldn't help but call out to him, "Please don't be too harsh on them …"
The latter stood in the doorway in silence for a moment before placing a hand on his chest and bowing to her. "I understand … Lady Silvermoon, I will act appropriately."
After Iron Axe left, Echo returned to the table gloomily. The northward migration of the Sand Nation did not go as smoothly as she had imagined. Obviously, as long as they followed His Majesty's arrangements, they would be able to live a good life. However, there were always people who took her words as lies. Even though they had obtained a fertile land, they still could not completely trust her and His Majesty.
She somewhat missed her life in Neverwinter.
Compared to being the head of the clan, she preferred to stand on the top of the castle, overlook the mountains and the city, and sing the songs composed by His Majesty. Only when she heard a melody that she had never heard before could she feel the real freedom and happiness.
Since she came here, she had not sung for a long time... She wondered if His Majesty had written a new song...
When would she be able to sing again?
...
"Retch —" Simbady felt as if his stomach was churning. As the stone ship rose and fell, a gush of acid rose up again. Ignoring the vomit on both sides of the ship, he directly lay on the railing and opened his mouth to vomit.
"Hey, are you OK?" Molly patted him on the back, her face a little pale. The stone ship, which had been like flat ground in the river bend, became a floating leaf in the sea. Battered by the waves, the ship almost crashed into the beach several times and never stopped swaying sideways. For the Sand Nation, who was in close contact with the sea for the first time, it was a complete torture.
"Ahem... I'm barely OK." After vomiting, he weakly collapsed on the deck. "Do you remember how many days we've been on the sea?"
"Today is the fifth day."
"Something's wrong..." Simbady gasped and whispered, "Do you remember what the Clearspring Clan said? They... live in an oasis by the sea, so they shouldn't be wrong. We passed by the Iron Sand City on the first evening, which proves that the stone ship is not slow. But why haven't we arrived at the Blackwater Valley? "
"You mean..."
"Osha's destination isn't the Blackwater Valley. Thuram lied. The place he's taking us to is much further south than the Choke Swamp!"
"Further south?" Mu Li also revealed a worried look. "But there's nothing there. Could they have gotten the wrong way?"
"The ship has been sailing along the coast, so it's unlikely that they got the wrong direction." Simbady pressed his swollen forehead. "If it's further south than the Choke Swamp, then it can only be..."
"Everyone, keep your spirits up!" Before he could finish, Thuram suddenly appeared in the middle of the deck and interrupted him. "I have good news for you. We're about to arrive at our destination. Pack your bags and get ready to disembark. Remember, if anyone falls into the sea again, no one will come to rescue you! "
Simbady propped himself up and looked out of the ship. The shore was still barren, and there was no sign of an oasis. His speculation was confirmed by the billowing water vapor and the billowing smoke column on the sea in the distance.
There was only one place that could have such an incredible view.
The Endless Cape, the place of exile of the Mojins.
More and more Sand Nation's people noticed the anomaly, and the crowd on the deck became restless.
"This isn't the Blackwater Valley at all! Osha lied to us! "
"Why did you bring us to the Endless Cape? Do you want to abandon us here? "
"I want to go back. Please, let us go back!"
"All of you, shut up!" At this moment, Thuram had no intention of hiding anything. "Did I say we were going to the central area of the Blackwater Valley? The tributaries of the valley are all over the south, including the Cape area. Any underground Styx River extends from the valley, isn't it? "
"This is just sophistry!" Simbady thought angrily. "If I had said I wanted to work in the Land of Exile, I'm afraid not many people would have applied."
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