Through the narrow high windows of the terrace, the afterglow of the sunset spreads over the ground, reflecting dark red stripes on the walls.

There are very few places where the sunset can be seen in the entire kingdom, and the Birchwater Port is one of them. According to legend, the Demon Moon shrouded by heavy snow and cold wind has little impact on this place. Except for the Black Sail Fleet that cannot leave the port, the entire city is still as busy as usual.

The owner of this harbor capital, Garcia Wimbledon, was sitting at the square table under the window, looking at the letter in her hand seriously. Her gray hair was dyed with a touch of gold in the sunset, and the light and shadow of the light and dark face further highlighted her angular facial features, unique charm and heroic spirit.

Ferryn has been standing by her for a while.

Although the letter took more time than she did when she read the credit normally, Farrion chose to wait quietly - he was unwilling to interrupt the tranquility himself.

Finally, Gassia sighed softly and put the letter down.

"The father is dead."

Farrion was stunned, "What?"

"My father, Elyn Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle, is dead."

She rarely repeats what she said. He thought that if she asked this on her own, she would only turn a blind eye to it. But she wasn't kidding? Is the king dead?

"..." Farrion opened his mouth and wanted to comfort her, but he said it but turned into an inquiry, "How did you die?"

Fortunately, Jiacia didn't care about this - she was the daughter of the three kings of the kingdom, the lord of the Bishui Port, and the supreme commander of the Black Sail Fleet, and she didn't need anyone to comfort her. "The letter said that my brother Goron killed his father and was then captured by his personal guards. He did not commit suicide fearing the crime, so he was filed with the trial of the king and several other ministers, and he was sentenced to beheading."

"This is not normal," Ferryn said subconsciously.

"Of course it's not normal," said Gassia without a look of expression. "Although my brother is stupid, he is not so stupid that he can't do such a thing if no one guides him."

"Someone framed him?"

"Let me guess..." The three princess closed their eyes, "Perhaps someone has arranged a detailed plan and tempted him to say he is willing to help him get to power. If you want to bring people into the inner courtyard of the royal city, someone must make arrangements in advance, including eradication, replacement and purchase. But that is not what Goron is good at, or he is too lazy to do these trivial matters. The rest is simple, and the person who arranged the plan has gained his trust, but he betrayed him in the end."

Farrion did not comment. These were speculations after all, and the process was not important, the key was the result. He believed that His Highness, the Three Princess, also believed that.

Sure enough, Gassia opened her eyes and continued, "There are not ten or nine of these people in the eldest prince. She has brute force and has muscles in her mind. It is normal to be fooled by others. But..." She said this and said a little anger, "My second brother's methods are too rough."

"You mean, did Tifeco Wimbledon do it?"

"Who else knows so much about Goron except him? Who will do the most favorable to this after this?" Jiassia's fingers unconsciously hit the table, "It can be seen by even a blind man! However, based on his father's preference for him, he doesn't have to do this at all!"

His Highness was angry, and Farion realized that it was not common for the three princes to show such a look. It seemed that although she had been complaining that Wimbledon was too partial to her life, she did not want her father to end up like this.

Farrion can more or less understand this feeling. In the big family, the head of the family always gives the younger generation this feeling - a mountain that he wants to cross, both awe and hate. If she is right, this matter is really done by the Second Prince, then his actions can indeed be called cruel.

"But why...he did he do this?"

"Because he's afraid of me," Gassia took a deep breath, as if controlling his emotions, "he's afraid of Black Sail."

Seeing that Farrion did not answer, she continued to explain, "It's not surprising that Tifeko has eyeliners in Bishui Port, just like I have set up eyes and ears in Jinsui City and Wangdu. After learning about the existence of the Black Sail Fleet, it's easy to think of what I'm going to do next. Jinsui City couldn't raise an army that could fight against Black Sail. So he used the stupidest method to use Goron as bait to get what he wanted."

"You mean, he wants an army?"

"He wants the throne," said Garcia. "After Goron's death, he was the first heir, and his father was dead, he might be on his way to the capital at this moment. As long as he could become Wimbledon IV, he could mobilize vassals and troops without territorial restrictions." She shook her head at this point, "However, as I said, as my father's favorite son, he didn't have to be like this."

"Wouldn't that be bad," Farion said worriedly, "What if the second prince was successfully crowned, announced the end of the order to fight for the prince, and ordered you to return to the royal city?"

Garcia said disdainfully, "This step is too straightforward. His father's preference for him does not mean that all ministers will support him, especially the actions of murdering the king. Although Tifeco pushed it on Goron, he could fool the common people of the kingdom. It would probably take a long time for him to fully grasp the authority of the Graycastle. So..." She looked at Farrion, "I have to change my plan a little."

Farrion immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "I'd like to send you."

Garcia stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Farrion, "He will definitely deal with me as soon as possible after he ascended the throne, but the only way he can use is to order Joey Cole, the Duke of the South, to put pressure on me. The latter will probably use the new death of the king, and it is not advisable to move troops as an excuse to shirk off during the mourning of the whole country - the old fox has always been unwilling to do a loss-making business. At most, he will gather vassals and surround the border of Bishui Port," the three princes paused for a moment, "but these actions will cause us unnecessary trouble, so we will set sail tomorrow."

"Starting? Your Highness, do you want to..."

"Because Eagle City is in the kingdom, it is almost an unguarded city. It can reach Qingquan Town through the tributary of the Sanwan River. It only takes one day to get to Eagle City. After taking Joey down, the entire southern territory will be under my control. This is an interesting time difference. When he sat on the throne and wanted to instruct Joey, he found that the entire southern territory had become my territory, and I don't know what it would be."

"But, you also said that Wimbledon III had just passed away, so—"

"Why, do I still need to shed tears first?" Garcia turned around, and the setting sun that fell into the sea level covered her with a purple-red veil. Her face was hidden into the darkness, and only her eyes burst out with a subtle light. The eyes were as solid as a rock, Farion thought to himself that even if there was anger and regret inside, there would be no sorrow.

Sorrow is not suitable for the king.

"No, you don't need it," he said seriously.

Jiasia nodded with satisfaction, "Go and call the captains to me. Since Tifeko is unwilling to wait until five years later, I will not let him down. After obtaining Eagle City, the entire southern border will be independent."

It doesn't matter whether Tiffico did all this. He thought that she could always find a way for her from the unpredictable situation, and once she decided, she would move forward bravely. This is exactly the charm of her and the reason why she followed her here.
Chapter completed!