Chapter 85 The Road of Thorns

It took a while for the old man to react. He slowly lifted the quilt, moved to the side of the bed, and looked directly at the archbishop.

"If you are locked up in this ghost place, can you still eat?" He said, his voice was muffled, as if his throat was blocked by something, "Half a year, trapped here for half a year, what news? None...how is my son, where is my daughter?"

Mayne noticed that there were nicks all over the walls, which seemed to be made with fingernails. The other party uses this method to count the days?

He moved a stool and sat down facing the king, "Do you have to ask these things that will make you uncomfortable?"

"..." The other party was silent for a while, "I am useless, are you here to see me off?"

"Yes."

"Such a dying person, why care about their happiness! Before they die, I just want to know their situation!" By the time of the last sentence, Wimbledon's voice was almost growling.

After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, Mayne thought, anyway, as a king, his spirit and demeanor were already in place. He managed to escape several times en route to Hermes after being replaced by the Pious. Imprisoned at this time, he did not fall into madness, but tried to negotiate for freedom. There was no verbal abuse or hysterical yelling, which is really rare in prisons. If it wasn't for the fact that the plan was impossible to change, he really didn't want to waste such a person in an internal conspiracy.

Maybe I came in person, and I also have the idea of ​​telling him what's going on, the bishop thought, otherwise, he only needs one order, and the Judgment Army will take his life for him.

"Your eldest son, Gron Wimbledon, is dead," Mayne said slowly, "and was sentenced to be beheaded by your second son, Timothy Wimbledon, on charges of conspiracy to kill the king. Your three Daughter Garcia Wimbledon became independent in the southern border, proclaiming herself the Queen of Clear Water, and a war with Timothy was inevitable. As for the fourth son and fifth daughter, we have not received much information. Probably...they are still alive."

"What are you talking about, rebellion? Independence? What the hell have you done?"

"The King's Order," he said word by word, "distribute your children to various places, and declare whoever can manage the territory best will be the next king."

Wimbledon closed his eyes in pain, and after a long time, he whispered, "Why? You took advantage of the day of prayer and took me into the cubicle, stripped off my clothes...and God's Stone of Retaliation. You replaced me with someone else with a witch, you can obviously occupy this country slowly, and let churches stand in every town. Why do you issue such things as the king's order! I, I can't... cough cough," said At the point of excitement, Wimbledon hunched over and coughed violently.

"There's no way I'm going to issue an order that would cause kids to kill each other," right? Mayne filled it in for the king in his heart, "Maybe you won't, but your children may not be what you wish. They will have their own ideas when they grow up. For example, your third daughter, Garcia, I got Bishui Port five years ago, even if there is no order to fight for the king, or when you die naturally, will she watch Goron ascend the throne without doing anything? The most important thing is that we don’t have time to slowly figure it out, you You should also notice that the abilities of witches are not permanent."

"Damn it, what good will it do the church if they fight each other? The church will be engulfed in flames, believers will die in the war, and the kingdom will be in chaos..." Wimbledon was stunned at this point, unable to believe it He raised his head eagerly, "Don't tell me, do you want to—" A more severe cough interrupted the king's words, and after recovering with difficulty, his voice became thin as a gossamer, as if the cough had consumed all his energy, "You... want to destroy the royal family."

"Exactly, but to be more accurate, it is kingship." Mayne couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart, what a keen judgment. After staying in this dark dungeon for almost half a year, if you don’t lose your mind, you can be counted as strong-willed, and you can still think. You can count it on one hand over the years, “Royal power will hinder the development of the church, no matter how weak it is. , will always grow slowly like a seedling. Only by uprooting it can the Church "really" get the Kingdom. "

"..." Wimbledon's expression suddenly became much older. Maybe he only looked old on the outside before, but now his spirit has also declined, and the light in his eyes has become dim.

"Greycastle is the largest area in the continental kingdom. It has a large number of soldiers. A frontal war is not good for the church. We have planned for a long time. Your kingdom will definitely lose a lot of soldiers and mercenaries in the civil war. As long as it lasts for two to three years, Our Judgment Army can easily take down the entire territory of Graycastle. You don't have to be too sad, you are not the only king of subjugation, and the other three kingdoms are the same. In the future, there will no longer be four kingdoms in the mainland. Heart, Eternal Winter, and Graycastle will all disappear. In this vast and fertile land, there will only be one regime, and that is the church."

Wimbledon was silent. The man who had seized the throne from his brother by force seemed to have lost his vitality at this moment. Even Mayne felt a little bit unbearable, but he didn't have any regrets in his heart. The church has also paid a lot for this - a large number of outstanding believers are willing to play pawns and devote themselves to this layout regardless of their own lives.

The person playing Wimbledon III is a pious presiding judge in the Judgment Army. He has firm beliefs and is absolutely loyal to the church. He was about to accept the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army. However, for the sake of his mission, he was replaced by a witch in the form of a king, and died without any honor in the palace of the royal capital of Graycastle. He could have engraved his name on the monument of Hermes Church, but now, the church can only bury his name forever.

Originally thinking that Wimbledon would not speak again, Mayne took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and when he was about to let him drink it, he asked, "Curse..."

"Um?"

"I curse you... I will wait for you in the depths of hell." His voice became weaker and weaker, and Mayne had to concentrate to hear what he said clearly.

"Unfortunately, there is no hell in this world. Even if there is, it does not belong to us. And everything we do is for the sake of continuation. Only by unifying the four countries can the church gather the greatest strength to defeat the real enemy , otherwise..." The bishop stopped here, and he saw that Wimbledon's hand had slipped feebly, his head was tilted to one side, and the heaving of his chest had completely stopped.

This is the end of a king, but it is a new beginning for us, he thought.

Mayne put the porcelain bottle into his arms, got up and left. Pushing open the wooden door, the corridor was quiet, as if those crying and howling had never sounded. He explained a few words of aftermath measures to the warriors of the Judgment Army guarding the door, and walked out of the office without looking back.

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