"Your Majesty, why haven't I heard any news about my brother?"
Ed's words made Tyfico pause slightly. Indeed, it had been two months since Lehman Horse was sent to plunder the Western Region. Counting the round trip, he should have reported the situation or returned to the capital.
Although one of the tasks assigned to Lehman was "to seize control of the Western Region as much as possible," Tyfico knew in his heart that the 1,500 people who had taken the pills were almost useless. It was unlikely that they could occupy the Western Region. Therefore, the main purpose was still to seize the pills in the fortress church, find out the details of the Duke's War, and finally attack Border Town to wear down Roland's strength.
This trick had been tried and tested against Garcia. Even if she didn't capture Clearwater Port, the militia team used to wear down the opponent would be completely wiped out, and most of the knights leading the team could return safely. As long as another group of useless people were gathered, they could continue to attack.
But why had Lehman Horse and that team of knights disappeared without a trace?
"Perhaps he delayed his return because of the attack on the town, or he is on his way back," Tyfico said slowly. 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 the capital, I will receive his message."
"Then, Your Majesty, can you please..."
"Tell you his news?" Tyfico nodded. "Of course, I will send a messenger."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The new king held onto the railing, watching the light occasionally appearing in the dark clouds. The thunder seemed to come from a very distant place, not loud, but dull and deep, as if directly hitting the heart.
Ed's question took away much of the joy in his heart. If Garcia Wimbledon's resistance was taken for granted, and Tilly Wimbledon's departure disappointed him greatly, then Roland Wimbledon's actions were completely incomprehensible. He originally thought that this incompetent brother didn't need to be paid attention to at all. After a period of time, he would get tired of the poor town life and come to the capital himself, but the actual situation completely exceeded his imagination.
Staying in Border Town, surviving the Month of Demons safely, defeating Duke Ryan, capturing Longsong Fortress, and even causing Lehman's 1,500 militiamen to completely lose contact, how did he do it?
Tyfico had not deeply understood this brother. When he was a child, neither Garcia nor Goron liked to play with him. After he grew up, he only met him at court banquets, but stories about his naughtiness were endless, and even his father didn't like him very much. Could it be that from the beginning, he was hiding his true nature?
Tyfico quickly rejected his idea. Even if the Fifth Sister was as smart as she was, it was only reflected in her learning ability and reaction thinking. Her childhood personality was no different from that of ordinary girls - how could a person be born knowing how to conceal and deceive? He must have encountered something after going to Border Town that caused the change he is now.
Tyfico shook his head and put these distracting thoughts behind him.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
"No, it's nothing," the new king took a breath. "The storm is coming."
No matter what he encounters, the population and location of Border Town destined him to have no way to retreat - no port, no fleet, and behind him is the untreadable wilderness. He can only defend that corner until he is exhausted by his own wave of offensives.
"Do you insist on leaving tomorrow?" the knight asked worriedly.
"If you stop because of some rain, how can you face the real storm?" Tyfico turned around and said. Roland Wimbledon will eventually kneel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, and the crown of the King of Graycastle will surely be firmly on his head, but these are just the beginning of the curtain. The movements and intentions of the church are becoming more and more obvious. One day, Graycastle will fight against the church, and that will be the real challenge. "Go do your business. Complete the tasks I entrusted to you as soon as possible, and you will be able to return to the capital sooner."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ed took two steps, then turned around and asked, "I almost forgot. May I ask Your Majesty, what should be done with those who swallowed the pills and did not die on the battlefield? This is the third time they have taken the pills."
"Let them be incinerated with Clearwater Port," he replied expressionlessly.
The knight obeyed the order and left. Tyfico suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose. He raised his head, and raindrops fell from the clouds, first sparsely, then more and more densely, quickly setting off ripples on the sea.
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Hermes New Holy City, top of the Tower of Babel.
"Damn it, goddamn it!" Tyfron slammed the table hard, "That gouniangyangde bitch! Profaner! How dare she aim at the church!?"
Mayne was the first time seeing the old bishop so out of control. The veins on his forehead were bulging, his beard was trembling with anger, and his face was so hideous as if he wanted to swallow the other person alive.
It was hard to imagine that he usually complained about Heather, and the two of them could argue for an afternoon if they didn't agree with each other, but when he saw the jewelry box sent by the Clearwater Queen, the old man erupted with amazing anger.
There were no pearls in the jewelry box, only an iron ring - it was the bishop's emblem personally awarded by the Pope, and the ring was worn on a bloody severed finger.
Mayne sighed and reached out to close the jewelry box. "Of course she dares, because we have not received the blessing of the gods - God... only favors the winners."
These words immediately calmed Tyfron down. He sat back in his chair without saying a word, panting heavily, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "What are you going to do next?"
This was indeed a situation that the church had not encountered in nearly a hundred years. No one thought that Garcia would travel thousands of miles from Graycastle to Eternal Winter, and after occupying the capital, she would also send the Black Sail Fleet to approach Hermes. Although Wolfheart City was only one breath away from being captured, Mayne still did not hesitate to transfer all the Divine Punishment Army back to the Old Holy City.
This city without walls is the barrier of Hermes's organs, and it must not be lost under any circumstances.
After the offensive stopped, the Black Sail Fleet did not continue to advance, but returned to the capital along the river - obviously, the other party's intention was very clear. As long as the church dispatched a large army to attack Wolfheart, Garcia would attack the Holy City by water. The sudden intervention of this force belonging to the royal power made the nobles of Eternal Winter restless again. Mayne believed that as long as these greedy people could continue to retain their territories and properties, they would not hesitate to support Garcia as the new Queen of Eternal Winter.
The current predicament is no longer something he can easily solve.
But the church will not be subdued by this kind of difficulty. Long before becoming a bishop, he understood that he was going to walk a thorny road.
"First of all, the Holy City needs to be supplemented with a new bishop. You first list a list of candidates, and the final candidate will be decided by the Pope," Mayne said slowly.
"Then what about the enemy?" Tyfron snorted from his nostrils.
"I will explain everything to the Pope, don't worry," he closed his eyes, "His Holiness has his own holy judgment."(。)