When the moon began to sink in the west, Goron Wimbledon saw the faint outline of the city walls of the royal capital in the darkness.
After a few months, it's finally back, he thought. The exhaustion of the long journey disappeared a lot, but he remained vigilant, restrained the mount under his crotch, and signaled his deputy to check the situation.
If the plan has not changed, Maester Ang should have replaced the guards guarding the city with his cronies, and lowered the side door drawbridge after the deputy gave a signal.
He stared straight ahead with wide eyes, for fear that he would miss the faint firelight.
The waiting time was not long, but Goron felt as if time had frozen. When his eyelids were sore and he couldn't hold on, he finally saw the flickering from a distance - two strokes below the city wall, three strokes above, as agreed in the plan the same. He let out a breath and waved his men forward.
In this way, he is only one step away from the throne.
Gronn rode through the side gate of the city wall, his lieutenant marching alongside him.
There were more than 20 cavalrymen behind him, all of them said nothing, pulling the reins and controlling the mounts to move forward slowly.
The material of the city wall of the Royal Capital of Graycastle was taken from the Falling Dragon Ridge. This grayish-brown stone glowed dark red under the torch, as if it had been soaked in blood. The entire city wall is twenty feet wide. In order to build this immortal wall, more than a thousand laborers, slaves, and masons died on the construction site.
The iron wall that an army of 10,000 people could not overcome, but now he can easily overcome it by himself, Goron thought, any loopholes start from the inside. For some reason, he thought of the new holy city. Will the seemingly more magnificent and indestructible walls also be breached from the inside
"His Royal Highness, I have been waiting for you here for a long time." After passing through the city gate, Master Ang and the team were waiting by the gate. Seeing the appearance of Goron, the bachelor hurriedly turned over and dismounted, bowed and saluted.
Geron put aside the distracting thoughts, probably because he was too excited and couldn't help but think about it, "You did a good job, have the guards of the palace also changed?"
"Going back to your Highness, there was an accident in the plan. The Silver Hand Knight, who had already promised to serve you, was transferred to the South Territory three days ago, and now there is only time to change the guards of the palace."
Goron frowned, which meant that it was impossible for him to bring all these twenty people into the palace. The guards would not stop themselves, but would not allow so many heavily armed men to enter royal lands.
"Forget it, as long as two people from the palace team follow me, and the rest guard the door, don't let outsiders come in and disturb me." He hesitated for a moment and made up his mind. Although the plan has changed, the situation is still under control. Father's personal guards usually stay overnight in the outer room, and as long as someone can hold them back for a moment, they will be sure to cut them under the sword.
Entering the inner city, it seems that everything has returned to the way he left. Even at night, he could make out every street. This is his turf, no doubt about it. Everyone jumped off their horses and walked quickly towards the palace. When they arrived at the door, more than 20 people dispersed according to the new plan and lurked outside the palace. As Master Ang said, although the guard was surprised why the prince returned to the capital at night, when Goron bluffed that there was something important behind him, he still opened the door and let him in.
After all, he is the eldest son of the King of Greycastle, the first legal heir.
The Prince and Maester Ang passed through the garden and the main hall, and the castle further ahead was where Wimbledon III lived. The bachelor raised the torch in his hand and shook it from side to side. Immediately, a guard came out of the dark and knelt down on one knee to the two of them, "Your Highness, please come with me."
Gronn sniffed, he smelled blood.
Didn't it mean that all the guards in the palace were replaced? He looked at the guard by the light of the fire, and it was indeed someone he knew well—a knight under the count who supported him on the throne. This reassured him a little.
"What, someone entered the castle?"
"Go back to His Highness, His Majesty summoned a maid in the evening, and she saw our exchange when she came out," the other party replied, "Please rest assured, we have already dealt with it."
maid? It's been a long time since my father touched a woman - since my mother died. Goron felt a little surprised, but now is not the time to be entangled in such trivial matters, he nodded and said nothing more, followed the guards into the castle, and the others followed.
For Goron, this castle can go from beginning to end with eyes closed. He has lived here for more than 20 years, and he knows where there are secret passages and where there are secret doors. However, the purpose of his trip was to convince his father to pass the throne to him. It was pointless to sneak into the bedroom. He had to get rid of the guards stationed outside and let his father fully understand his situation before he could sit down and talk seriously. Attribution of inheritance.
If you can't convince him...
Goron Wimbledon took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop, and pulled out the two-handed sword behind him.
The bronze door at the end of the corridor is the only entrance to the palace. Behind the door is the outer room, which is also the last line of defense in front of the palace. There are usually two or three guards stationed there. In the event of an accident, you can immediately rush into the palace for protection. His Majesty.
Golon first pushed the door open by a small crack, then slammed his shoulders sideways, and quickly ran into the room, raising his sword in a fighting posture - but the outer room was silent, and there was no one there. At the same time, a strong bloody smell wafted from the nostrils.
An ominous premonition flashed in his heart, and he ran directly to the bedroom.
Then Goron saw an unbelievable scene.
Wimbledon III was sitting at the head of the bed wearing a nightgown, leaning against the pillow, the robe open, a sword hilt stuck in his chest, blood dripping down his bulging belly, soaking the quilt.
Standing beside his father was his younger brother, Timothy Wimbledon.
"How... how?" Goron froze in place.
"Like you, brother," Tifeko sighed, "I didn't want to do that."
He clapped his hands, and a group of armored warriors rushed in behind the door, surrounding the eldest prince, "This is a chess game, I wanted to finish it according to the rules. Brother, do you know? Third sister, she didn't plan from the beginning. Playing this game of chess, of course... you too. Otherwise, how could I hear the astrological prophecy of Master Ang and go all the way to the king's city. Seriously, if you don't come, I'm really helpless."
"Master!"
He gritted his teeth and looked back, Master Ang took a step back, spread his hands and said, "I didn't lie to you, "Apocalypse is moving away from the blazing sun", which means that the pathfinder deviates from the correct path, but it also has Means to fall. "
Gronn now fully understands that from the very beginning, he had fallen into an elaborate trap. The bloody smell at the entrance of the castle is probably not left by some maid, nor is the reasoning of the Silver Hand Knight being transferred away. But what made him despair the most was that Bachelor Ang, who had taken care of him for more than ten years and taught him to read and hyphenate since he was a child, chose the second prince after all - just like his father.
"Tifeko Wimbledon! It's also a son, but he's the only one who has devoted so much effort to you, dividing the best territory for you, but you're the first to bite him back! You're just from hell. the devil!"
A trace of anger flashed in Tifeko's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, "Do you really think so? Dear brother, if this trip fails to convince him to inherit the throne to you, are you really going to give up on this? Don't lie? myself."