Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 868 - 3 One bottle is water the other is
Chapter 868: Chapter 3: One bottle is water, the other is sand_3 Chapter 868: Chapter 3: One bottle is water, the other is sand_3 “Go.” A light blond looked at Xiao Karl, “Fill one bottle with sea water, and another with beach sand.”
“You can rest assured, Your Majesty won’t kill you. It’s just that you’ll have to live in the Eternal City for the rest of your life. But the Eternal City is much better than the North…” The light blond’s attitude showed no pretense, he said somewhat absent-mindedly, “At least it’s not as cold as it is here, really cold.”
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Karl, holding his cloak, gazed at the tumultuous Narrow Sea, looking towards the intermittently visible land on the other side, and responded softly, “I like the cold.”
The glass bottles filled with the water and sand of the Narrow Sea were carefully sealed with lacquer and placed back in the wooden box.
Following this, a dashing cavalry escorted the wooden box as they galloped southwards.
Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and passing through numerous barriers, the wooden box was delivered to the heart of the Empire—the Worry-Free Palace.
And the transparent glass bottles filled with the water and sand of the Narrow Sea were finally gently placed on a simple writing desk by a pair of hands.
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“Your Majesty, congratulations.” Earl Narzia placed down the glass bottle, bowing deeply, “The Great Northern War, which extended over two hundred years, has been concluded by you. And the Far North route—will be thoroughly interconnected.”
The man seated behind the desk put down his pen and did something he had never done before—he slowly turned around to look at the portrait hanging behind him.
A majestic elder in military attire met his gaze.
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Meanwhile, in a place far to the south.
Tang Juan was furiously criticizing Winters Montagne.
Regardless of whatever earth-shattering events were occurring in the distant North, for the people in Iron Peak County, it all seemed like mumbles from an unknown land.
The people of Iron Peak County did not know nor care about what the world looked like.
Their most pressing concern now was—survival.
Where is the food? Where is the water? Where is the place to live? When can we go home?
“My thighs are all chafed! Both sides! It hurts even to pee!” Tang Juan angrily pulled arrows from a corpse, “Who treats people like this!”
Andre pretended not to hear, flipping over the gold-stitched coat to inspect the holes.
In front of Andre lay a campsite scattered with corpses, where the first cavalry squad was cleaning up the battlefield.
Due to Hurd’s “Scattered Flower” organizational structure, Tie Chi could not fully control the people of Terdun in Iron Peak County.
In fact, when Tie Chi’s forces entered central Iron Peak County, some people from Terdun who had crossed the river earlier failed to rendezvous with Tie Chi. This was either due to poor communication or simply because they had looted enough and no longer wanted to risk more.
In any case, these parts of Terdun’s people were acting independently, stuck in lower Iron Peak County for lacking a boat to cross the river.
And since they did not follow Tie Chi, these people of Terdun naturally did not surrender.
Without clearing these remnants of Terdun, Winters could not arrange for the refugees of lower Iron Peak County to return home.
Winters had Tie Chi send people to negotiate their surrender—safe departure in exchange for their loot. If negotiations failed, the cleanup cavalry would come next.
All of Iron Peak County’s horse-mounted squads were currently engaged in this “grand battle” to exterminate the remnants of Terdun, including the cavalry squads of Andre and Tang Juan, of course.
Andre, looking towards the horizon, stroked his stubbled chin, “Senior?”
“Yes?” Tang Juan was making sure each corpse was really dead by stabbing them one by one.
“I kind of miss home.”
Tang Juan raised his head, suddenly breaking into a smile, “I do too.”
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Two Sea Blue people were homesick, but what about the third?
Whether Winters missed home or not, others couldn’t say, as he had no one around to confide in.
But one thing was certain—someone back home was thinking of him.
Winters stood outside the door, taking a deep breath, unsure how to face the person on the other side.
