Release that Witch

The old man had a reaction after a while. He slowly opened the quilt and moved to the bedside to look directly at the Archbishop.

"If you are locked in this ghost place, can you still have something to eat?" he said, his voice was murky, like what the throat was blocked. "Half a year, trapped here for half a year, what news? Nothing... How is my son, my daughter?"

Mayn noticed that the walls were full of nicks, which seemed to be pulled out with nails. Is the other party using this method to calculate the day?

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

"..." The other party was silent for a while. "I am no longer useful. Are you coming to send me on the road?"

"Yes."

"So a dying person, what to do with pleasure and pleasure! Before I die, I just want to know their situation!" In the last sentence, Wimbledon's voice was almost low.

He couldn't help it anymore, and Mayn thought, anyway, as a king, his spirit and demeanor were enough. After being replaced by a devout person and on his way to Hermes, he managed to get out several times. At this time, he was not insane, but tried to exchange freedom for negotiation. There is no embarrassment, no hysterical barking, which is rare in the prison of the organs. If it is not impossible to change the plan, he really does not want to waste such people in the conspiracy.

Perhaps he personally came forward and thought of his current situation. The bishop thought, otherwise, if only one order is needed, there will be a trial army to set up his life for himself.

"Your eldest son, Gordon Wimbledon, is dead," Mayn said slowly. "The sentence was sentenced to beheaded by your second son, Tefko. Wimbledon, on charges of rebellion. Your three The daughter, Garcia Wimbledon, was independent in the South, self-proclaimed as the Queen of the Water, and the war with Tefko was inevitable. As for the four sons and the five daughters, we did not get much news. Probably... they are still alive."

"What are you talking about, rebellion? Independence? What did you do?"

“The king’s order,” he said in a word, “Distribute your children to various places and announce who can manage the land best, who is the next king.”

Wimbleton closed his eyes in pain. After a long time, he whispered. "Why? You took the prayer day and took me into the cubicle, twilight my clothes... and the stone of God." You used a witch to replace me with others. You obviously can take possession of this country and let the church stand in every town. Why do you want to publish this thing! I, I can’t... cough,” To the excitement, Wimbledon squatted and coughed hard.

"I can't release this kind of order that will cause children to kill each other," right? Mayn fills the king in his heart. "Maybe you won't, but your children may not be as you wish. When they grow up, they will have their own ideas. For example, your third daughter, Garcia, early I got the clear water port five years ago, even if there is no king order, or, when you die naturally, she will watch the Goron ascendant and remain indifferent? The most important thing is that we don’t have time to slowly, you It should also be noted that the witch’s ability is not permanent."

"Damn, what good is it for the church to fight each other? The church will fall into the sea of ​​fire, the believers will also die in the war, the kingdom will be a mess..." said Wimbledon suddenly, I can't believe it. The ground raised his head. "Don't you want it--" A more intense cough interrupted the king's words. After recovering, his voice became fine as a gossamer, as if the cough consumed all his energy. "You... want to destroy the royal family."

"This is the case, but the more accurate statement is the kingship." Mayn couldn't help but praise in his heart, how keen judgment. I have been in this dark day in the dungeon for half a year. Without losing my mind, I have already been determined to be determined. I can still think about it. I have been able to count one hand over the years. "The kingship will hinder the development of the church, no matter how weak it is." It will always grow up like a seedling. Only by eradicating it, the church can truly "get it". ”

"..." Wimbledon's look is a lot older. Maybe it looks like it looks old on the outside. Now even the spirit has faded, and the light in his eyes has become dim.

“The Grey Fort is the largest piece of the mainland kingdom. There are many soldiers. The frontal war is not good for the church. We have been planning for this for a long time. Your kingdom will inevitably lose a lot of soldiers and mercenaries in the civil war, as long as it lasts two to three years. Our Judges can easily take the entire gray castle. You don't have to be too sad, the king of the country is not the only one, the other three countries are the same. In the future, the mainland will no longer have four kingdoms, the morning sun, the wolf The heart, the winter, and the gray castle will disappear. There will be only one regime in this vast land, and that is the church."

Wimbledon is silent. This man who has won the throne from his brother by force has now lost his vitality. Even Mayn feels a bit unbearable, but he has no regrets in his heart. The church also paid a lot for it - a large number of outstanding believers were willing to play in this layout.

The person who played Wimbledon III was a devout judge in the trial army. He had a firm belief and absolute loyalty to the church. He would have accepted the transformation ceremony of the gods. However, for the mission, he was replaced by a witch as a king, and he died without a glory in the palace of the Grey King. He could have engraved his name on the monument to the church of Hermes. Now, the church can only bury his name forever.

I thought that Wimbledon wouldn't talk anymore. When Mein got a small porcelain bottle from his arms and prepared to let him drink, he suddenly said, "curse..."

"Ok?"

"I curs you... I will be waiting for you in the depths of hell." His voice is getting weaker and weaker, and Mayn must concentrate on hearing what he is saying.

"Unfortunately, there is no **** in this world. Even if there is, it does not belong to us. And everything we do is for continuation. Only by uniting the four kingdoms can the church gather the greatest strength to defeat the real enemy. Otherwise,..." The bishop said that he had stopped here. He saw that Wimbledon’s hand had slipped weakly, his head slammed to one side, and the undulations of his chest were completely stopped.

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

Mayn took the porcelain bottle into his arms and got up and left. Pushing open the wooden door, the corridor is quiet, as if those crying sounds never sounded. He confessed to the trial warriors who were at the door of the door, and he did not return to the outside of the government.