Chapter 223 Premeditated

Tasa has been staying in the hotel in the inner city these days, anxiously waiting for a reply from Border Town.

The towering inner city wall divides the capital into two different worlds. Entry and exit are strictly controlled. No matter whether they are nobles or wealthy businessmen, they need to conduct a comprehensive inspection in the small room at the entrance. Once there are signs of illness, such as fever and flushing , dark spots, will not be allowed to enter. After leaving the inner city, they had to rush back in the evening of the same day, otherwise they could only spend the night outside as soon as the sun went down and the city gates were locked.

But this still couldn't stop the spread of the evil plague. Yesterday he heard rumors that nobles in the inner city were infected. If the church hadn't finally released the first batch of holy medicine, the nobles would have to evacuate the capital collectively.

On the sixth day after the letter was sent out, news finally came from the Margaery Chamber of Commerce. He hurried to a tailor shop at the agreed location, and was led into the basement by the clerk, where the owner of the chamber of commerce had been waiting for a long time.

I saw Margaery sitting at a low table, and there was a basin of ice water on the table, which was emitting bursts of cold air. The sweaty Tasa walked across to her and sat down cross-legged. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cool wind rushing towards his face, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"The letter His Highness entrusted me to give you," she handed over a folded sheepskin envelope, the sealing seal looked intact.

Tasa couldn't wait to open it, and took out the letter paper, which briefly explained the action plan, the news of the First Army's departure, and the tasks he needed to complete. After reading it carefully, he quietly put the letter into his arms and looked at Margaery, "Does Your Highness ask you anything?"

"No, he just entrusted a courier to send this letter. Of course, there is a fee for express delivery, and I have already charged it to the account."

"Ahem, that's it." Tasa cleared his throat, "His Royal Highness needs to transport all the fugitives back to the west in a short period of time, so he hopes that you can provide a large number of ships for uninterrupted transportation instead of one Two fleets."

"Even if they are infected?" Margaret guessed with great interest, "I think he definitely doesn't want to turn the entire western region into a dead zone, so...His Highness has found a cure for the evil plague?"

"That's true," he nodded. "In fact, there were already patients on the first fleet, but they didn't break out at that time, and they didn't find out until they arrived in the small town. Now they are on their way back to the capital, and all the crew members are sick. safe and sound."

"His Royal Highness Roland is indeed an incredible person. Even the church didn't come up with the antidote so quickly," Margaret exclaimed. "Then how many days does he plan to use to transport the refugees? A week?"

Thassa held out three fingers.

"This...impossible!" The businesswoman was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head and said, "Even if half of these people die, there are still more than 5,000 people. If they are shipped within three days, it means that I need to prepare nearly a hundred sailboats." Even if the other ships of the Chamber of Commerce stop for transportation, it is just enough to meet this amount, but in this way, the loss I suffered may be more than thousands of gold dragons, and the lost customers cannot be counted, even if the steam engine is free There is no way to offset this amount. So... please forgive me for declining."

"If all the people sat on the deck instead of lying in the cabin with a bed, the number of people that a ship can carry can be doubled," Thasa insisted. It can also be used to transport people, as long as the hatch is opened, it can carry about 200 people at a time. Your old friend Hogg should have quite a few such ships, right?"

"In Silver City, he does have several large ships like this..." Margaret seemed hesitant, "And according to your calculation, the number of ships can be reduced to about fifty. But... it's not a big ship. Good deal."

Tasa also thinks the same way. To get dozens of ships to gather on the canal, it takes a lot of energy to dispatch and coordinate, and the cost of chartering ships is not all in his own pocket. Not much work, no matter what, it can't be considered a good deal. So far, he can only resort to the last move.

His Highness wrote a small line at the end of the letter: If Margaery is unwilling to help, tell her that lightning is coming too.

This sentence makes people a little confused. Does the businesswoman have any special relationship with that lively and lovely blonde girl? It doesn't look like it at all in appearance... But His Highness must have his own reasons for saying this. Thinking of this, Tasa slowly opened his mouth and said, "It is a last resort to transport it away within three days. What His Highness has done is equivalent to taking food from a tiger's mouth. If it is delayed for too long, the church is likely to come to the door and Lightning is also there. In this team, it would be dangerous for them to discover that there are witches."

"What did you say?" Her voice suddenly rose, "Lightning is here too?"

"That's what His Highness said in his letter," Tasa pretended to be an honest man, "probably to guide the team and provide early warning. After all, this is the territory of the new king Timothy."

"I see." Margaery stood up, "When do you need a ship?"

"It should be in four days, if they don't get delayed on the road."

"I will try my best to arrange it," she walked to the desk and began to write quickly, "but I have one condition, you must tell me where His Royal Highness's team is stationed, and if they want to enter the city, I can also arrange enough Room."

Well, it seems that this trick is indeed effective, "I think it's okay," Thassa said with a chuckle, "Besides, I still need your help."

"Finally," Margery sighed.

"I need a team of wagons to haul wine barrels. The more barrels the better, but don't fill them with ale or wine, but fill them with river water or well water." According to His Highness's letter, the key to solving the plague The character is again the witch Lily, who can transform ordinary water into a cure for disease. However, there is a serious loophole in this plan, that is, the rats must never be allowed to approach the camp of the First Army. If they knew that there were people in the camp who were constantly making "holy medicines", Tasa would bet that the news would be full the next day. The city knows.

"River water and well water?" She raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"Don't worry, His Highness will pay for it." Tasa laughed.

For the sake of confidentiality and safety, he can only transport the journey from the place where the team is stationed to the capital by himself. If they carried water bags one by one to eliminate the evil plague like treating the fugitives from the east, it would be very inefficient, not to mention troublesome. He had to find a way to bring in as much purified water as possible at once.

A huge wine barrel mounted on a four-wheeled carriage is obviously a good choice. (To be continued.)