The Release That Witch
Chapters 11's

"The sea wind is getting very cold."

Staring at the boundless surface of the sea, Garcia Wimbledon said as she stroked her tangled hair with a sense of regret in her voice.

"Because winter is coming" he said as he looked at the handsome man standing behind him and gave him an answer. "Although this is south, but not far south. There, people don't understand what winter means."

"During the winter, our fleet cannot be in port, the ocean currents will hold them, we will not be able to move a single step. So right now, they should be on the last cruise." The woman turned around, "Ryan, how long has it been since the Blacksail Fleet sailed?"

"Two months four days," the man replied without hesitation, "if nothing happens, in three days they will arrive at the Port of Clear Water."

He laughed, "I hope they can give me enough surprises."

Ryan looked at the woman in front of him, his heart filled with emotion. When reflected by the autumn sun, his gray hair had silver traces in it, his long, squinting eyes green in color. When you see it, you will feel an indescribable suppression. Because of the long stay at the beach, her skin became a bit rough, no longer as white as the other royal family women, but Ryan did not complain. In her eyes, Garcia had a temperament that made shade to another beauty.

Compared to the innate idiot from the Graycastle herd, she looked different, instead the daughter of King Wimbledon III was a true genius. He had the wisdom and pride of a noblewoman, yet unlike any other noble, who would meticulously obey common sense, at that point, he said, he was even a little like a civilian - breaking away from the ordinary, filled with hope, with a very rich spirit for adventure.

Of course, none of the civilians had this kind of ability and vision, to immediately join the rank of a duke, compared to him even the other aristocracies seemed to lack foresight.

All Port of Clear Water's trading income would be reinvested into the construction of the fleet, no coins were left in their treasuries, the light of the miserly would not shine too far.

'Hiding the golden kingdom in the closet is meaningless, when you don't use it, it will be like a stone. Only when you take it out can it reflect its own value. The point is that spending is not the same as losing it, as long as the investment is in place, the rewards you earn, will far exceed your own investment. '

This auspicious method, Ryan could still remember it deeply telling him, almost like he smeared his head with the purest balm, it easily penetrated all the inheritance concepts from the previous teachings.

Compared to the nobles who spent all day saving and trying to increase the number of their golden nobles, Ryan had a feeling that this was the actual method of the ruler.

So he boldly puts his life under Garcia's command, vowing to follow him to the Port of Clear Water.

After they arrive here, Ryan discovers, that the third daughter is much more than his philosophy - not only is he a philosophy person, furthermore he is also a person of action. At the center of his plan was his Black Screen Fleet, and on the road to his ambitions, no obstructions were allowed. Five years have passed, Garcia's forces have infiltrated the Clear Water Harbor, organized and prepared his Blacksail Fleet - and then, his father, Wimbledon III begins a struggle for the King's position. In other words, even from the very beginning, he had already walked in front of all the other heirs.

"Let's go back inside the room, the wind is getting stronger" Garcia said. It is located in the Blue Water Port, above the natural harbor. The tower-like building seemed to be a protector placed on top of the beach. At the top of the tower there is a circular terrace, with an unobstructed field of view, allowing to have a wide view of the entire harbor, seeing the coming and going of merchant ships.

Today, after five years of operation, the business plan in the Clear Water Port has begun to take shape, every six months the barque will be launched. Furthermore, he had already gained the trust of people. While the third princess seems to be in a good mood, Ryan hesitantly expresses his biggest doubt, which has haunted him for months.

"Your Majesty, there's one thing I don't understand .." he said as he closed the door, leaving the rumbling sea breeze outside.

"You can talk" he nodded with a smile.

"How can you foresee all this, even before the king announces the King's command?" He also thought that there was no way his father Wimbledon III would mention it before, but even after carefully thinking about the matter he still had not come to a conclusion. Everyone knew, that the second prince was the king's most cherished heir, The King's Order had been arranged for him. This can be seen by everyone, because the second Prince made Valencia as a territory of power.

Could it be that he guessed all this himself, moreover had started five years ago putting together his plan? My God, he's only eighteen!

"Predicted?" He showed a funny expression, "do you consider me a witch? I don't have that ability."

“Moreover, I had no idea that my father would declare a fight for the King of the Order, paving the way for his precious second son. In fact, there is no connection between the fight for the King of the Order and my plan "

There's no relationship? When Ryan suddenly realized this aspect, his mouth became even wider.

Seeing the look of disbelief on Ryan's face, Garcia smiled. "Don't say I should have waited for my father, to first tell me that I should fight for the throne, would I then have the ability to fight for the throne? Similarly, is it really going to happen in the end? the one who governed his city well became the one who sat on the throne of Graycastle? I thought you understood my plan when you saw the Blacksail Fleet. "

So that's the reason Ryan murmured, his fleet is not just for throne fighting. The third prince's fleet could change sails after leaving port, robbing ships from other cities and countries. Similarly, the third prince encouraged the people to go to sea, to participate in his Black Sail Fleet. He promised that all the loot would belong to the captain of the ship, the Clear Water Port would never levy any taxes for this benefit.

This action would bring in enormous wealth, so this time he only ordered the Blacksail Fleet to sail straight south, to plunder any ship that passed through the endless Cape, he said, as well as the people south of Shamin.

And this action is not just for the money. He did not take the plundered wealth to build the city or expand the land trade, he simply reinvested it back into the grounds and continued to build more ships.

In recent years, he has gained a large number of experienced sailors and fierce warriors, and also embraced the hearts and minds of the people - if he cannot continue to rule, he said, all those who had participated in the pillaging of the ship and the village would also be sent to the gallows.

"The best in the government of his territory will end up in the Throne of Graycastle?" No, Ryan now knew, to be able to sit on the throne, he would have to have many warships and soldiers, then he could follow the Sanwan River, even reaching out to suppress the Golden Harvest City.

"You know that you will be assigned to the Clear Water Port?"

"This, contrary to what one might think is unexpected, an agreement to increase the business value of this place," Garcia shrugged, "initially it was a payment back to the church that tried to fool me ..."

Related to the church? Seeing his partner not saying anything more, Ryan did not dare to question further. But he knew, even if Garcia did not come to the Clear Water Port, this place would still follow his will, and move in the direction he wanted.

"Keep that matter aside," he poured himself a cup of black tea. "The previous little trick seemed to have failed."

"Ah yes," Ryan who hastily recovered his mind replied, "There's only news from Border Town, they reported that the pill failed. No word from anywhere else."

"No news means they were killed by my brothers, no wonder. Originally they were chess pieces that had been set up easily, only for temporary use. But ..." He changed the subject, "for others failing is normal, but I don't think even my fourth brother will remain safe and sound. To be honest, I was a little disappointed. "

"Kingfisher said in a secret message, that the prince must have eaten him, but ..."

"Failure is failure, I don't want to hear any reason" Garcia said, "it will be Satan's month. Our beloved brother must go to seek refuge in Longsong Fortress, right? When the time came that the demonic beast attacked, I was worried that he would have to stay for a long time inside the fortress. Write him a letter, tell him to take this opportunity. I want to see if the goddess of fortune will stay by the side of the fourth brother once again. "

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Please," Garcia waved his hand, as Ryan was about to leave, the princess called out to him once more. "Ah, yes. I seem to remember that pill was purchased from an alchemist master, right?"

Ryan nodded.

"What did he say at the time? The pill would be colorless, tasteless, and would melt in water, if it went into the mouth it would be incurable, guaranteed death, that's its latest alchemical achievement, right?"

Garcia yawns, "hanging him."