Chapter 266 Determination

"Your Majesty, why is there no news about my brother?"

Ed's words made Timothy slightly taken aback. Indeed, it was two months ago that Lehman Hoss was sent to sack the Western Territory. Counting the round-trip distance, he should have reported the situation or returned to the capital. ?????????????????

Although one of the several tasks assigned to Lehman was "to seize control of the Western Territory as much as possible", Timothy knew in his heart that those 1,500 people were almost useless after taking the pill, and he wanted to rely on them to occupy the Western Territory It's unlikely, so the main purpose is still to seize the pills in the fortress church, find out the details of the Duke's battle, and finally attack Border Town to consume a round of Roland's vitality.

This tactic was tried and tested against Garcia. Even if Port Clearwater hadn't been captured, the militia used to consume the opponent would be wiped out, and most of the knights leading the team would be able to return safely. As long as another group of useless people are assembled, the attack can continue.

But why Lehman Hawes and that team of Cavaliers have no news at all?

"Maybe he delayed his return due to attacking the town, or he is on his way back," Timothy said slowly. These reasons are obviously not convincing, but he doesn't want to put the most likely answer in Lehman speak out in front of his younger brother. "Maybe when I return to the capital, I will be able to receive the news from him."

"Then, Your Majesty, can I please..."

"Would you like to tell you about him?" Timothy nodded. "Of course, I will send a messenger."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The new king leaned on the railing, looking at the occasional light in the dark clouds. The thunder seemed to come from far away, the sound was not loud, but dull and deep, as if directly hitting the heart.

Ed's question made the joy in his heart fade a lot. If Garcia Wimbledon's resistance was taken for granted and Tilly Wimbledon's departure disappointed him, then Roland Wimbledon's actions It is completely unbelievable. He thought that this incompetent younger brother didn't need to pay attention at all, as long as he lived for a while, he would get tired of life in a poor town, and he might even come to the capital by himself, but the actual situation was completely beyond his imagination.

How did he manage to stay behind in Border Town, survive the Demon Moon, defeat Duke Lane, seize Longsong Fortress, and even make Lehman's 1,500 militiamen completely lose contact?

For this younger brother, Timothy did not have a deep understanding of it. Neither Garcia nor Gron liked to play with him when he was a child. But it has been endless, and even his father doesn't like him very much. Could it be that he has been hiding his true nature from the very beginning?

Timothy quickly vetoed his own idea. Even if he is as smart as the fifth sister, it is only reflected in his learning ability and reactive thinking. His childhood personality is no different from that of an ordinary girl—how can a person know how to hide it from birth? and cheat? He must have encountered something after going to Border Town, which brought about the current change.

Timothy shook his head, putting these distracting thoughts behind him.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"No, it's nothing," the new king took a breath, "the storm is coming soon."

No matter what he encounters, the population and location of Border Town doomed him to have nowhere to retreat - there is no port, no fleet, and there is an untouchable wild land behind him. He can only stick to that corner until he is caught by his own A ** offensive was exhausted.

"Are you insisting on leaving tomorrow?" the knight asked worriedly.

"If you stop when you encounter some rain, how can you face a real storm?" Timothy turned around and said. Roland Wimbledon would kneel at his feet sooner or later and beg for forgiveness, and the crown of the King of Graycastle would surely be worn firmly on his head, but these were just the beginning of the curtain. The church's movements and intentions are becoming more and more obvious. One day, Graycastle will fight against the church, and that will be the real challenge. "Go and get busy with your business, complete the task I entrusted to you as soon as possible, and return to the capital as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ed took two steps, then turned around and asked, "I almost forgot, may I ask Your Majesty, what should we do with those who swallowed the pill but did not die on the battlefield? They have taken the medicine for the third time."

"Let them be incinerated together with Clear Water Port." He replied blankly.

The knight led away, and Timothy suddenly felt a cold on the tip of his nose. He raised his head, and the rain fell from the clouds. It was sparse at first, and then it became denser and denser, and soon caused waves of ripples on the sea.

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The New Holy City of Hermes, the top of the Tongtian Tower.

"Damn it, damn it!" Teflon slammed the table hard. "This son of a bitch! Blasphemer! How dare she point the finger at the church!?"

It was the first time that Mayne had seen the old bishop lose his composure. The veins on his forehead were bulging, his beard was shaking with anger, and his face was as ferocious as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

It's hard to imagine that he usually complains to Heather, and the two of them can quarrel all afternoon after a few words disagree, but when he saw the jewelry box sent by the Queen of Clear Water, the old man exploded into astonishing anger.

There were no pearls in the jewel box, only a cast iron ring--the bishop's emblem bestowed by the Pope himself, and the ring was worn on a blood-stained severed finger.

Mayne sighed, and reached out to close the jewelry box, "Of course she dares, because we have not been blessed by the gods—the gods...only favor the winners."

This sentence made Teflon calm down immediately. He sat back on the chair without saying a word, panting heavily, and finally choked out a sentence, "What are you going to do next?"

This is indeed a situation that the church has never encountered in the past hundred years. No one expected that Garcia would travel thousands of miles from Greycastle to Eternal Winter, and after capturing the royal capital, she would send a fleet of black sails to approach Hermes. Even though Wolfheart City was about to be conquered with its last breath, Mayne did not hesitate to transfer all the God's Punishment Army back to the old holy city.

This city without walls is the barrier of the Hermes organ, and it cannot 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 opponent's intentions were very obvious. As long as the church sent a large army to attack the wolf heart, Garcia would attack the holy city by water. The sudden intervention of this royal force made the nobles of Eternal Winter ready to move again. Mayne believes that as long as these greedy people can keep their territory and property, they will embrace Garcia as the new Eternal Winter without hesitation. Queen.

Today's predicament is not something he can easily solve.

But the church will not be overwhelmed by this difficulty. Long before he became bishop, he knew that he was going to walk a thorny road.

"First, the Holy City needs to add a new bishop. You first make a list of candidates, and the final candidate will be decided by the Pope," Mayne said slowly.

"And the enemy?" Teflon snorted through his nostrils.

"I will explain everything to the Pope, don't worry," he closed his eyes, "the crown has its own order." (To be continued.)