It took a moment for the old man to react. He slowly lifted the quilt, moved to the bedside, and looked directly at the archbishop.
"If you were locked in this ghost place, would you still be able to eat?" he said, his voice was muddy, as if his throat was blocked by something, "Have been trapped here for half a year, what news? None... how is my son, how about my daughter?"
Mayne noticed that there were nicks all over the walls that appeared to have been made with fingernails. Does the other party use this method to calculate the days
He moved a stool and sat down facing the king. "Do you have to ask these things that would make you unhappy?"
"..." The other party was silent for a while, "I'm useless, are you here to take me on the road?"
"Yes."
"So what does a dying person care about? Before dying, I just want to know their situation!" By the last sentence, Wimbledon's voice almost growled.
He couldn't take it any longer, thought Mayne, and he had enough poise and grace to be a king anyway. On the way to Hermes after being replaced by the pious, he managed to escape several times. Imprisoned at this time, he did not fall into madness, but tried to exchange for freedom through negotiation. No verbal abuse, no hysterical yelling, which is rare in an institutional prison. If it weren't for the fact that the plan could not be changed, he really didn't want to waste such a person in an inward conspiracy.
Maybe he came in person, and he also had the idea of informing him of the current situation, the bishop thought, otherwise he only needed an order, and the judgement army would end his life for him.
"Your eldest son, Goron Wimbledon is dead," Mayne said slowly, "and was sentenced to beheading by your second son, Tifeko Wimbledon, for treason and king-killing. Your three Daughter Garcia Wimbledon is independent in the South, and is self-proclaimed as the Queen of Clear Water. The war with Tifeko is 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, treason? Independence? What the hell did you do?"
"The King's Order," he said word by word, "distribute your children to various places, and declare whoever manages 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, brought me into the cubicle, stripped my clothes... and the God's Stone of Retribution. You Replacing me with someone else with a witch, you can obviously take over this country slowly, and let churches stand in every town. Why would you issue such a thing as a decree for the king! At the place, Wimbledon hunched over and coughed violently.
"There's no way I could issue an order that would cause children to kill each other," right? Mayne filled out the king in his mind, "Maybe you won't, but your children may not be what you want. They will have their own ideas when they grow up. For example, your third daughter, Garcia, early She obtained the Clear Water Port five years ago, even if there is no king order, or in other words, when you die naturally, will she watch Goron ascend the throne and remain indifferent? The most important thing is that we don't have time to slowly figure it out, you You should have noticed that the witch's ability is not permanent."
"Damn, is it any good for the church if they fight each other? The church will be caught in flames, believers will be killed in the war, and the kingdom will be in chaos..." Wimbledon said here, suddenly stunned, in disbelief He raised his head, "Do you want to—" A more violent cough interrupted the king's words, and after he finally recovered, his voice became as thin as a gossamer, as if the cough had consumed all his energy, "You guys … want to destroy the royal family.”
"That's right, but it's more accurate to say that it is kingship." Mayne couldn't help but praised in his heart, what a sharp judgment. After staying in this dark dungeon for almost half a year, if you don't lose your mind, you can be regarded as strong-willed and able to think. You can count the years with one hand, "The kingship will hinder the development of the church, no matter how weak it is. , always grows like a seedling. Only by eradicating it can the Church "really" have the kingdom. "
"..." Wimbledon's expression suddenly aged a lot. Maybe he just looked old on the outside, but now even his spirit has declined, and the light in his eyes has dimmed.
"Greycastle is the largest area in the mainland kingdom, with a large number of soldiers, and 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 over the entire territory of Greycastle. You don't have to be too sad. You are not the only ruler of the subjugated country. The other three kingdoms are also the same. In the future, the mainland will no longer be divided into four kingdoms. Heart, Eternal Winter, and Greycastle will all disappear. In this vast land, there will only be one government, and that is the Church."
Wimbledon was silent. The man who won the throne from his brother by force seemed to have lost his vitality at this moment. Even Mayne felt a little bit of unbearable, but he had no regrets in his heart. The church has also paid a lot for this - a large number of outstanding believers are willing to be pawns and devoted themselves to this layout.
The person who plays Wimbledon III is a devout presiding judge in the Judgment Army. He is firm in his faith and absolutely loyal to the church. He was about to accept the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army. However, for his mission, he was replaced by a witch and took on the appearance of a king, and died without honor in the palace of the Royal Capital of Greycastle. He could have inscribed his name on the monument in Hermes church, but now the church can only bury his name forever.
Thinking that Wimbledon would not speak again, Mayne took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and was about to let him drink it when he suddenly said, "Curse..."
"Um?"
"I curse you... I'll be waiting for you in the depths of hell." His voice was getting weaker, and Mayne had to concentrate to hear what he said.
"Unfortunately, there is no hell in this world. Even if there is, it doesn't belong to us. And everything we do is for continuation. Only by unifying the four kingdoms can the church gather its greatest strength to defeat the real enemy. , otherwise..." The bishop stopped here, seeing that Wimbledon's hand had slipped weakly, his head was tilted to one side, and the heaving of his chest had completely ceased.
This is the end of a king, but a new beginning for us, he thought.
Mayne put the porcelain bottle in his arms, got up and left. Pushing open the wooden door, the corridor was silent, as if those cries had never sounded. He explained a few aftermath measures to the warriors of the Judgment Army guarding the door, and walked out of the office without looking back.