Carl Vanbert, a former stonemason guild craftsman and current school teacher, was heartbroken over the hanging of his beloved student Anna. At the same time, he learned that another student of his, Nanava Pine, was also a witch. Desperate Carl saw Roland's recruitment notice and decided to use the fourth prince's disgust for the church to save Nanava.
"The sea breeze has become colder," Garcia Wimbledon said with a little regret, stroking her wind-blown hair while looking at the boundless ocean.
"Because winter is coming," a handsome man behind her answered, "Although this place belongs to the south, it is not the extreme south after all. Only the sand people don't understand what winter is."
"Our fleet cannot leave the port in winter, and the ocean current will make it difficult for them to move. So this should be the last voyage." The woman turned her head, "Farion, how long has Black Sail been out?"
"Two months and four days," the man said without hesitation, "If nothing unexpected happens, they will arrive at the Blue Water Port in three days."
Garcia laughed, "I hope they can give me enough surprises."
Farion Coban looked at the flamboyant woman in front of him, feeling deeply moved. Her long gray hair reflected a silver light in the autumn sun; her eyes were light green, with narrow corners, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression when she stared at people. After staying at the seaside for a long time, her skin was a little rough, not as white as other women in the royal family, but Farion didn't care at all. In his eyes, Garcia's temperament was enough to make any beauty pale in comparison.
Unlike the group of inbred fools in Graycastle, the third princess of Wimbledon was a true genius. She had the wisdom and pride of the nobility, but she didn't abide by the rules like the nobility. In this respect, she was even a bit like a commoner - full of expectations to break the dullness and full of adventurous spirit.
Of course, no commoner would have such a height and vision as her, even the dukes and princes seemed short-sighted in front of her. She could invest all the trade income of the Blue Water Port into the construction of the fleet, and not leave a single coin in her own treasury. This alone was far beyond the reach of those misers. There
was no point in hiding these golden dragons in the cabinet. When not in use, they were like stones. Only when you spend them can they reflect their own value. The key is that spending it does not mean losing it. As long as you use it properly, the return you get will far exceed it. --Farion still remembers her words to him, which almost broke through the long-established ideas in his mind.
Compared with those royal nobles who counted their savings all day long, Farion felt that this was the style of a ruler.
So he resolutely joined Garcia and followed her to the Blue Water Port.
After arriving here, Farion found that his third princess did much more than that - she not only had ideas, but also actions. She formulated the Black Sail Plan around this core and implemented it step by step in an orderly manner. As early as five years ago, the forces cultivated by Garcia had infiltrated the Blue Water Port and prepared to form a black sailing fleet - and at that time, Wimbledon III had not yet issued a decree to fight for the throne. In other words, she had already walked ahead of all the heirs.
"Let's go back to the house, the wind is getting stronger," Garcia said with her head tilted. Her palace is located at the southernmost end of the Blue Water Port, above the Salmon Harbor. This tower-like building is like a watchman stationed on the coast. The top of the tower is a circular terrace with a wide view, overlooking the entire harbor and the merchant ships coming and going.
After five years of operation, the trade of Bluewater Port has begun to take shape. A three-masted sailing ship is launched every six months at the dock, and he has gained the other party's initial trust. While the third princess seemed to be in a good mood, Farien hesitated and asked the biggest doubt in his mind for the past few months.
"Your Highness, I don't understand something," he closed the door, isolating the whistling sea breeze outside the house.
"You tell me," she nodded with a smile.
"Why could you foresee all this before the king issued the King's Order?" He had also guessed whether Wimbledon III had told her in advance, but after careful consideration, he knew that this was impossible. Everyone knows that the second prince is the king's most valued heir, and the King's Order is set up for him, which can be seen from the second prince's fiefdom, Jinsui City.
But you guessed all this by yourself and started planning five years ago? God, she was only eighteen years old at that time!
"Predict?" She showed a funny look, "Do you think I'm a witch? I don't have the ability to play tricks."
"Uh, but..."
"I didn't know that my father would come up with such a bad idea as the King's Order to pave the way for his precious second son. In fact, what does the King's Order have to do with what I did?"
No relationship? Faren suddenly seemed to realize something and opened his mouth in surprise.
Seeing Faren Coban's incredulous expression, Garcia smiled, "Do I have to wait until my father says I can compete for the throne before I have the qualifications to compete? By the same token, whoever governs the city best will definitely be able to sit on the throne of Graycastle? I thought you would understand when you saw the Black Sail Project."
So that's it, Faren murmured, her fleet was not formed simply for money. This fleet belonging to the Third Princess would change to black sails far away from the port after trading, and rob merchant ships from other cities or countries. Similarly, the Third Princess encouraged her subjects to sail out to sea and participate in the Black Sail Project. She promised that any looted property would belong to the ship owner, and the Blue Water Port would never collect taxes on this profit.
This move brought her huge wealth, so this time she simply ordered the Black Sail Fleet to go straight south to plunder any ships passing through the Endless Cape and the Sand People in the south.
And these moves are not just for money. Garcia did not use the looted wealth to build cities or expand land trade. She simply invested it in the shipyard and continued to build more large ships.
In the past few years, she has gained a large number of experienced sailors, fierce warriors, and the support of the people. If she cannot continue to govern, all the villains who participated in the looting will be sent to the gallows.
Whoever governs the city best will definitely sit on the throne of Graycastle? No, Farien now knows that the one who can sit on the throne is Garcia Wimbledon, who has many ships and soldiers and can go up the Sanwan River and reach the Golden Spike City.
"Then did you know that you would be assigned to the Blue Water Port?"
"This is unexpected, just a bonus for a deal," Garcia shrugged, "I originally thought that the church was fooling me..."
Related to the church? Seeing that the other party did not continue, Farien did not dare to ask. But he knew that even if Garcia did not come to the Blue Water Port, this place would obey her will and continue to move in the direction she hoped.
"Put these aside for now," she poured herself a cup of black tea, "it seems that the previous trick has failed."
"Ah, yes," Farien quickly collected his thoughts and replied, "Only the border town has received news, reporting that the pill is ineffective. There is no news from other places."
"There is no news, so it must have been killed by the brothers, which is expected. It was originally a chess piece casually arranged, irrelevant to the overall situation, just used to kill time. But..." She changed the subject, "It is normal for other chess pieces to fail, but I didn't expect that even the fourth brother could be safe and sound. To be honest, I am a little disappointed."
"Kingfisher said in the secret letter that the pill was indeed taken, but..."
"Failure is failure, I don't want to hear explanations," Garcia interrupted, "It will be the Demon Month soon, and our lovely prince will go to Changge Fortress for refuge, right? When the evil beasts invade, the fortress will probably be in chaos for a while. You write to her and ask her to seize the opportunity. I want to see if the goddess of luck will still be on the side of the fourth brother this time?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Just as Farien was about to leave, the third princess called him again, "Oh, right. I remember that pill was bought from the alchemist master Enbiser, right?"
Farien nodded.
"What did he say at the time? Colorless and tasteless, dissolves in water, will kill anyone who takes it, and there is no cure, or is it his latest alchemy achievement?" Garcia yawned, "Hang him."
"Follow your orders, Your Highness."
"Okay, help me take off my clothes." Garcia lazily lay on the soft couch in the palace that was big enough for 7 or 8 people. After hearing Garcia's order, no one of the maids around moved.
Farien stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and held Garcia's raised right leg.
In order to facilitate movement, Garcia always matched black trousers and black boots, a gray plaid vest on the upper body, and a thick velvet cloak.
Garcia narrowed her eyes slightly, watching Faren holding her boots in his arms, then carefully untied the boots with his other hand, and then slowly took the boots off Garcia's slender feet, untying one, then the other. At this time, a maid had already brought a basin of warm water, and Faren gently pressed Garcia's bare feet into the water and wiped them with a soft cloth. After
helping Garcia clean her feet, Faren took a dry cloth, and after wiping Garcia slightly propped up her hips, Faren skillfully untied Garcia's belt and took off her trousers.
Holding Garcia's slender legs in his arms, Faren gently kissed them, from the toes, then to the ankles, along the calves all the way up, the tip of his tongue touched the soft flesh of the legs, and Garcia also cooperated and opened her legs.
Faren buried his face deeply in Garcia's vagina, sniffing the rich smell of female hormones through the underwear.
Using his teeth to bite off the panties, revealing the beautiful vagina with gray pubic hair of the same color as her hair, Farion buried his face in it again, and the tip of his tongue teased the labia that was red with excitement, and then he pushed his tongue into the wet hole. A large part of the reason why Farion was chosen was that he had an unusually long tongue, which allowed him to put his tongue deep into Garcia's vagina and lick the folds of the passage.
Garcia pressed Farion's head with both hands and kept shouting, "Deeper! Farion, deeper! Go lick that place!"
Farion opened his mouth to cover the entire vagina, and his tongue stretched hard inside, while also drinking the gushing vaginal fluid in big gulps.
Garcia's legs closed tightly under the strong stimulation, and the gushing vaginal fluid splashed Farion's face.
After reaching the peak, Garcia, who was savoring the aftertaste, looked at Farion, who was panting, and used his hands to open the wet vagina.
"This time I allow you to watch me jerk off."
"Thank you for your reward, Your Highness." Faren lowered his head, hurriedly took out his cock, and started jerk off to Garcia.
Garcia couldn't help laughing as she watched Faren jerk off his cock. She stretched out her foot and gently stepped on the glans, rubbing it with her toes. At the same time, the other toe was too high and pressed against Faren's mouth and tongue.
Faren eagerly took Garcia's toes into his mouth and sucked them. He jerk off his cock faster and faster. With a low roar, a large amount of thick semen covered Garcia's jade feet.
Garcia moved her toes, looked at the white liquid pulling out lustful white silks from between her toes, and said lightly: "Who allowed you to be on my feet? Lick it clean for me!"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, your charm is too strong, I couldn't help it... I'll help you clean it up right away!"
Looking at Farien licking the semen off her feet with his tongue in fear and trepidation, Garcia stuck out her tongue and licked her red lips, revealing a strange .