The old man took a moment to respond, he slowly lifted the quilt, moved to the bedside, and looked directly at the Archbishop.
"If you were locked up in this damn place, would you still be able to eat?" He said, his voice was muffled, as if his throat was blocked by something, "Half a year, I've been trapped here for half a year without any news … What happened to my son, what about my daughter?"
Mayne noticed that the walls were full of scratches, which seemed to have been made by nails. Did the other party use this method to count the days?
He moved a stool and sat down facing the King, "Do you have to ask these unpleasant things?"
"…" The other party was silent for a long time, "I'm no longer useful, are you here to send me on my way?"
"Yes."
"I'm just a dying man, why would I care about unpleasant things! Before I die, I just want to know their situation! "By the time he finished his last sentence, Wimbledon's voice was already close to a low roar.
In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, Mayne thought, no matter what, as a King, his spirit and demeanor were enough. After being replaced by the devout, on the way to Hermes, he tried many times to escape.Imprisoned at this time, he did not fall into madness, but instead tried to negotiate in exchange for freedom. There was no abuse, no hysterical roar, which was rare in the Mechanical Prison. If it wasn't for the fact that the plan could not be changed, he really didn't want to waste such a person on internal conspiracies.
Perhaps I came in person with the idea of informing him of the current situation, the Archbishop thought, otherwise, with just a command, the Army of Judges would end his life for me.
"Your eldest son, Gerald Wimbledon is dead," Mayne slowly said, "He was sentenced to be beheaded by your second son, Timothy Wimbledon, on the charge of rebellion against the King. Your third daughter, Garcia Wimbledon, became independent in the Southern Territory, and called herself the Queen of Clearwater, so a war with Timothy was inevitable. As for your fourth son and fifth daughter, we didn't get much news. Probably … they are still alive. "
"What are you talking about, rebellion?Independence? What did you do? "
"Order to fight for the throne," he said, enunciating each word. "Assign your children to different places, and declare that whoever governs his territory the best will be the next king."
Wimbledon closed his eyes in pain. After a long time, he whispered, "Why? You took advantage of the day of prayer to take me into a cubicle and strip me of my clothes … and the God's Stone of Retaliation. You used a witch to replace me with someone else. You could have slowly taken over this country and built churches in every town.Why did they issue such a thing as the Royal Decree for the Selection of Crown Prince? I, I couldn't possibly … Cough, cough. "Speaking of the agitated part, Wimbledon bent his body and coughed violently.
There's no way I'm going to issue an order that's going to cause kids to kill each other, right? Mayne finished for the King in his heart, "Perhaps you won't, but your children may not necessarily do as you wish. When they grow up, they will have their own ideas. For example, your third daughter, Garcia, as early as five years ago, she obtained the Port of Clearwater. Even if there is no Order to fight for the throne, or if you wait until you die of natural causes, will she just watch Gerald ascend the throne and remain indifferent? The most important thing is, we don't have time to plan slowly. You should have noticed that a witch's ability is not permanent. "
"Damn it, what good will it do the church if they fight each other? The church will fall into a sea of fire, the believers will also lose their lives in the war, the kingdom will be in chaos … "At this point, Wimbledon suddenly froze and looked up in disbelief." Do you want to — "A more violent cough interrupted the King's words. After recovering with great difficulty, his voice became as thin as a gossamer, as if the coughing had consumed all of his energy," You … want to destroy the royal family. "
"Exactly, but it would be more accurate to say that it is the royal power." Mayne couldn't help but praise in his heart, what a sharp judgment. After staying in this dark dungeon for almost half a year, the fact that he didn't lose his mind could already be counted as having a firm will. Over the years, the number of people who can still think, can be counted on one hand. "The royal power will hinder the development of the church, no matter how weak it is, it will always grow slowly like a seedling. Only by uprooting it, can the church "truly" obtain this kingdom. "
"…" Wimbledon's expression suddenly became a lot older. Perhaps it was only his appearance before, but now even his spirit had declined, and the light in his eyes had become dim.
"Graycastle is the largest kingdom in the mainland, with a large number of soldiers, and a direct war against the church is disadvantageous. We have been planning for this for a long time. Your kingdom is bound to lose a lot of soldiers and mercenaries in the civil war. As long as it continues for two or three years, our Army of Judges will be able to easily take over the whole territory of Graycastle. You don't have to be too sad, you are not the only king of a kingdom, the other three kingdoms are also the same. In the future, the mainland will no longer be divided into four kingdoms, the Kingdom of Dawn, the Kingdom of Wolfheart, the Kingdom of Everwinter, and Graycastle will all disappear. In this vast land, there will only be one regime, and that is the church. "
Wimbledon was silent, this man who had seized the throne from his brother by force now seemed to have lost his vitality. Even Mayne felt a trace of pity, but he didn't have the slightest regret in his heart. The church also paid a lot for this – a large number of outstanding believers were willing to be pawns, and threw themselves into this layout without a care for their own safety.
The man who played the role of Wimbledon III was a devout chief judge in the Army of Judges. He had a firm belief and absolute loyalty to the church, and was originally going to accept the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army.However, in order to fulfill his mission, he was replaced by a witch with the appearance of the king, and died without any honor in the king's bedroom in Graycastle. He could have carved his name on the monument in the Church of Hermes, but now, the church could only bury his name forever.
Mayne thought that Wimbledon would not speak again, so he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and was about to let him drink it, but he asked, "Curse …"
"Hmm?"
"I curse you … I will wait for you in the depths of hell." His voice was getting weaker and weaker, and Mayne had to concentrate to hear him clearly.
"Unfortunately, there is no hell in this world.Even if there is, it doesn't belong to us. And everything we do, is to continue. Only by unifying the four kingdoms can the church gather the greatest power to defeat the real enemy, otherwise … "The bishop stopped here, he saw that Wimbledon's hand had already fallen, his head tilted to one side, and his chest had completely stopped moving.
This is the ending of a king, but it is a new beginning for us, he thought.