Release that Witch Chapter 11: Third Princess

"The sea breeze is getting cold," Garcia Wimbledon frowned at the wind-struck hair, looking at the marginal ocean, and said with regret.

"Because the winter is coming," answer, a handsome man behind her, said, "Although it belongs to the south, it is not the extreme south. Only Sandpeople does not understand what winter is."

"Our fleet cannot leave Hong Kong in the winter, and the ocean currents will make it difficult for them. So this time should be the last departure." The woman turned back, "How long has Furion, Blacksail gone?"

"Two months and four days," the man said without hesitation, "if there is no accident, they will arrive at Port of Clear Water in three days."

Garcia laughed, "I hope they can bring me enough surprises."

Furion. Keban looked at the woman in front of her, and was very impressed. Her long gray hair refracted a tinge of silver in the autumn sun; her eyes were pale green, her eyes narrowed, and she had an indescribable sense of oppression when staring at people. After spending a long time at the beach, her skin was slightly rough and not as fair as other women in the royal family, but Furion didn't care. In his eyes, the temperament possessed by Garcia is enough to eclipse any beauty.

Unlike the idiots mated by the close relatives in Greycastle, Wimbledon Third Princess is a true genius. She has the wisdom and pride of noble, but does not adhere to the rules as noble. In this regard, she is even a bit like a civilian -- is full of anticipation to break the dull and extremely adventurous.

Of course, no civilian will have the height and vision like her, and even Duke and the prince will appear short-sighted and near-sighted in front of her. It can invest all of the Port of Clear Water's trade income into the construction of the fleet, leaving no coins in its own vault. That alone is beyond the reach of the miser.

"These gold royals are hidden in a cabinet without any meaning. They are just like stones when not in use. Only when you spend them can they show their own value. The key is that spending them does not mean losing them. When you do, the reward you get will far exceed itself. "-- Furion now still remembers what she said to herself, almost breaking through the long-established ideas in his mind.

Compared to the royal family noble who counts how much their savings have increased all day, Furion feels that this is the style of a ruler.

So he resigned to Garcia and followed her to Port of Clear Water.

After arriving here, Furion only realized that what Third Princess did was more than that. --. She not only had ideas but also actions. She developed the Blacksail plan around this core, and implemented it step by step. As early as five years ago, the forces cultivated by Garcia had infiltrated Port of Clear Water, preparing to form the Blacksail fleet --. At that time, Wimbledon III had not yet proposed struggle for the throne. In other words, she was already ahead of all the heirs.

"Go back to the house, the wind is getting stronger," Garcia said, tilting his head. Her palace is located at the southern end of Port of Clear Water, above the salmon harbor. This tower-like building is like the watchman stationed on the coast. At the top of the tower is a circular terrace with a wide view and a bird's eye view of the entire harbor and the merchant ships passing by.

After five years of operation, the trade of Port of Clear Water has begun to take shape. Every six months, a three-masted ship is launched in the dock, and he has gained the other party's initial trust. While Third Princess seemed to be in a good mood, Furion hesitated to ask the biggest doubts in their hearts over the past few months.

"My Highness, I don't understand at all," he closed the door, shutting the roaring sea breeze outside the house.

"You said," she nodded, smiling.

"Why can you predict all of this before King promulgates struggle for the throne?" He also wondered if Wimbledon III told her in advance, but after careful deliberation, he knew that it would be impossible. Everyone knows that Second Prince is the most important heir of King. struggle for the throne is designed for him. This can be seen from the fief Golden Harvest City of Second Prince.

Can you guess it all by yourself, and start layout five years ago? The gods are up, she was only eighteen!

"Foresee?" She showed a funny look. "Do you think of me as witch? I don't have the ability to play tricks."

"Uh, but ..."

"I don't know if my father will come up with such a bad idea as struggle for the throne to pave the way for his second son. In fact, is there any relationship between struggle for the throne and what I do?"

It doesn't matter? Furion suddenly seemed to realize something, and grew up in surprise.

Seeing Furion. Keban's unbelievable expression, Garcia smiled, "Did I have to wait for my father to say that I can fight for the throne, do I have the right to fight for it? The same reason, the city is governed Will the best be able to sit on Greycastle Throne? I thought you would understand when you see the Blacksail plan. "

So that's it, Furion murmured, her fleet was not just for property. This fleet of Third Princess will change Blacksail away from the port after ran the trade to rob merchant ships in other cities or countries. Similarly, Third Princess encourages her citizen to go out to sea to participate in the Blacksail plan together. She promised that any plundered property would be owned by the ship owner, and Port of Clear Water would never charge taxes on this profit.

This move brought her a lot of wealth, so this time she simply ordered the Blacksail fleet to go straight south to plunder any ships passing by Endless Cape, and Sandpeople in the south.

These initiatives are not just for money. Garcia did not use the plundered wealth to build cities or expand land trade, she just invested them in the shipyard and continued to build more large ships.

In the past few years, she has obtained a large number of experienced sailors, fierce warriors, and popular people --. If she cannot continue to rule, all the villains involved in the plunder will be sent to hanging post.

"The one who has the best governance of the city will definitely be able to sit on the throne of Greycastle?" No, Furion now knows that those who can sit on the throne have many ships and soldiers. Up to Garcia Wimbledon under Golden Harvest City.

"Do you know that you will be assigned to Port of Clear Water?"

"This is an accident, it's the addition of a deal," Garcia shrugged. "It should have been Church to fool me ..."

Related to Church? Seeing that the other party did not continue, Furion did not dare to ask. But he knew that even if Garcia did not come to Port of Clear Water, this place would follow her decree and continue to go in the direction she wanted.

"Set these aside," she gave herself pour a cup black tea, "the previous trick seemed to fail.

"Ah, yes, "Furion quickly withdrew his thoughts, answer said," only news came from Border Town, which reported that the pill had failed. No news elsewhere. "

"No news should have been killed by my brothers, as expected. It was originally a chess piece that was arranged at random. It had nothing to do with the big picture, but just to kill the waiting time. But ..." She turned sharply, "Don't It ’s normal for the chess pieces to fail, but I did n’t expect that even the fourth brother would be safe and sound. To be honest, I was a little disappointed.

"Kingfisher said in the secret letter that the pill did eat, but ..."

"Failure is failure. I don't want to hear explanations," Garcia interrupted. "It won't be long before Months of Demons. Our cute His Highness the Prince will go to Longsong Stronghold for asylum? When Evil Beast invades, stronghold will probably mess up for a while. You write to her and let her seize the opportunity. I want to see if the goddess of luck will be on the side of the fourth brother this time? "

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Come on," Garcia waved his hand. Just as Furion was about to retire, Third Princess called him again, "Ah, right. I remember that pill was bought from alchemist master Embiser, right? "

Furion nodded.

"What did he say at the time? Colorless and tasteless, watery, deadly when taken, no cure, or his latest alchemy achievement?" Garcia yawned, "hang him." /