The dawn of dawn lifts the light veil of night, spits out the brilliant morning light, and ushers in a new day.

The once thriving and crowded harbor city has lost its glittering glory, with passing shippers no longer docked at the huge docks, and not a single ship in sight on the distant sea.

Fearing the plague and contagion, merchant ships loaded with fruits, vegetables, grain, wine, and other goods no longer sailed into the city, and passing cargo merchants chose to stay away from the sea as much as possible.

On the pale blue horizon, a gentle breeze blows slowly, and the waves ripple with the wind. Suddenly a ship appeared on the calm sea, a large pulp battleship, a huge battleship capable of carrying five hundred soldiers, and then another brig and oared warship appeared on the sea around it, with a more agile hull and more maneuverable warship. And then another, two, five, six...... , until the entire horizon was occupied by these battleships lined up.

More than seventy warships, large and small, were moving quickly on the sea, heading towards the harbor city opposite. They are like a pack of ferocious sharks swooping out of the water and chasing after their prey......

Rocky Harbor, Castle of the Lords.

In the spacious and bright dining room, a long oval mahogany table is filled with a few plates of freshly baked white bread and a few glasses of fresh juice.

Brant Tyrelll sat first as a lord, and although he was a little unaccustomed to it, it was a noble tradition, mainly to highlight the distinction between the superior and the inferior.

Mrs. Anna Sweet sat on the right side of the table, a plump and charming woman in a short-sleeved dress with a square neckline open low at the front, revealing the upper part of her breasts, and a chain pendant encrusted with gold and silver gems sparkled on her snow-white breast. This aristocratic young woman, who appeared to be only thirty years old, is now forty-three years old, the wife of the deceased Earl Carter Tyrell, the lord of the "Castle of Terror", and the sister of Baron Eligan Sweet.

Fanny Tyrell, dressed in a long white dress, sat beside her mother obediently, her face was white, her appearance was cute, she was no more than five feet tall, and she was just a little girl who had nothing to do.

Brant picked up the cup and took a sip of the juice, then he picked up his knife and fork and cut the whole loaf of bread from the plate into small pieces, and put it in his mouth to chew. Lady Anna and her daughter were the same, and they sat quietly with a simple and nutritious breakfast, barely talking to each other.

"Are you really my brother?" said Fanny. For her brother who suddenly appeared, she is simple and cute, and she is desperate to get the answer.

Brant put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the little girl on the side with a somewhat stunned expression. He never thought he would have a sister, and he had two sisters he had never met. He didn't know what to say or how to answer the other person. Brandt was conflicted, and he answered yes or no? He was asking himself, am I her brother? Even if it is, it's not her own brother, they're just half-siblings.

"Of course he is your brother, didn't your mother sue you?" Lady Anna looked at her daughter with a dissatisfied face, "How many more times do you want to ask this question?"

The little girl stubbornly replied to her mother's question, "I want to hear him tell me in person." Then she looked at the older boy in front of her, "Are you my brother?"

"I'm your brother. Faced with the little girl's reluctant questioning, he had no choice but to answer.

Fanny had a happy smile on her face, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Great, I've got a brother, I've got a brother." ”

Madame Anna looked at Count Brant in front of her with a slight smile, and the moment she turned her face to the side, there was a hint of imperceptible strangeness in her countenance. At that moment, her expression seemed to be hateful, and always disgusted.

"Then will you play with me in the future?" said Fanny, pouting with an aggrieved expression, "There is no one in the castle to play with me, I am so lonely and bored." ”

Brant smiled slightly and nodded lightly at the little girl, "Brother will play with you when he has time." He liked this little half-sister a little, which made him feel the warmth of family affection.

"Brother," Fanny said coquettishly, "will you play with me now?"

Brandt didn't know how to answer for a moment, he couldn't bear to refuse the little girl's request, but there were so many events in the city that he needed to deal with that he couldn't spare time now.

The plague was brought to rest, and no one was sick, but the entire city needed to be thoroughly disinfected to prevent the plague from breaking out again. The houses and buildings in the city burned down and needed to be rebuilt.

Outside the city, thousands of plagued people awaited the settlement of Count Tyrellle, including freedmen, peasants, and a few nobles, all of whom were subjects within his realm, and each of them had the right to be protected by his lord.

The most important thing is that there is not much food stored in the city, and even if all the food stocks are combined, they will not last for three months. He needed to send hundreds of cargo ships to Lane Island, or go as far as Xia Guo Island to buy food, and these cargo ships might even sail farther to the Duchy of Roland and the Kingdom of Bunoa to buy enough vegetables, fruits, grains, cattle, sheep, pigs, and other domestic animals. Thankfully, there was no shortage of gold in Rock Harbor, and he was able to exchange it for more food.

The problems that plagued Brant were all things that had to be dealt with urgently.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the hallway of the antechamber, and several warriors in knightly armor appeared in front of the dining room, waiting outside the courtyard and not entering the hall. Sir Witton walked into the dining room alone, and he walked quickly to Brant and bowed, "My lord, Sir Roger Tyrell has appeared on the surface of the sea with the Rock Harbour fleet, and they are heading for the military docks outside the city. ”

"Didn't he lead the Rock Harbor battleship to dock at the Lane Island Harbor?" Brandt asked suspiciously, "Why did he lead the fleet back to Rock Harbor at this time?" he was surprised by the sudden news.

"I don't know," Sir Witton replied reluctantly after a moment's hesitation, "it may be that he heard about the upheaval in Rocky Harbor, and then led the fleet back." He vaguely felt that the shape was a little unoptimistic, but he didn't dare to speculate.

Brandt was deep in thought, the plague had not been completely eradicated, and Sir Roger was leading the fleet back to Rock Harbor at this time, and the soldiers could be infected. Brant frowned and wondered, Sir Roger couldn't have been unaware of this, but why did he ignore it?

Lady Anna suddenly suggested, "You might as well send a clipper to the other side of the sea to inquire about the reason, and wait until the reason is clarified before making a decision." ”

Brandt hesitated, and commanded, "Sir Witton will do as he wishes, and send another order to Sir Roger, ordering him not to sail the fleet into the docks of Rocky Harbour." "Whatever the reason, Brandt can't let the six thousand soldiers in the fleet be infected with the plague.

"Yes, sir. Sir Shield took the order.

Brandt was always a little uneasy, he was worried that Sir Roger would not follow his orders, after all, Brandt had also heard rumors about Roger Tyrell peeking into his brother's title.

The plate in front of Fanny was empty, and after taking a sip of juice, the little girl got up and walked over to Brandt, tugged at the corner of his coat and said, "Brother, play with me." ”

Lady Anna reached out and took her little daughter by the hand, and said softly, "Brandt, he has something to attend to, and Mother will take you to the garden to play." ”

Fanny muttered, "I don't, I want my brother to play with me." ”

Madame Anna pretended to be stern and frightened, "If you don't obey, I'll lock you up in the house." She felt that she had spoiled her daughter over the years and became more and more disobedient.

"Brother has something to do right now," a smile appeared on the corner of Brandt's mouth, "Can I play with you tomorrow?"

The little girl smiled and compromised, "Okay, brother, go get busy!"

Brant got up from the bench, nodded slightly to the lady in front of him, and then turned and left alone. Two tall, burly knightly guards waited outside the hall behind him, and Brant hurried towards the harbor, his footsteps as uneasy as he was at the moment. If Sir Roger really came for the title, how would he respond?