Release that Witch Chapter 45: Conspiracy (on)

When the moon began to sink west, Gerald Wimbledon saw the looming outline of the Kingdom Capital city wall in the night.

After a few months, he is finally back now, he thought. The tiredness of the long trek suddenly disappeared a lot, but he remained vigilant, grabbed His Majesty's mount, and motioned for the deputy to explore situation.

If the plan hasn't changed, Scholar Ansger should have replaced the guards of the city with his close friends, and then lowered the side door suspension bridge after the deputy gave a signal.

He stared wide open, fearing that he would miss the faint fire.

The waiting time is not long, but Gerald feels that the time seems to be frozen. When the eyelids are about to persist, he finally sees the twinkling -- wall from the distance. The same as agreed. He took a breath and waved his men to advance.

In this way, you are only one step away from the throne.

Gerald rode a horse through the side door of the city wall, and his deputy walked side by side with him.

There were more than twenty cavalry behind him, all of them said nothing, pulling the reins and controlling mount to move forward slowly.

Greycastle Kingdom Capital's city wall material is taken from Fallen Dragon Ridge. This gray-brown stone emits a dark red luster under the torch, as if soaked in blood. The entire city wall was twenty feet wide. At the time, more than a thousand hard laborers, slaves, and Stonemason died on the construction site in order to build this immortal wall.

Copper walls and iron walls that 10,000 troops cannot overcome, but now they are easily crossed by themselves, Gerald thought that any loopholes started from the inside. For some reason, he thought of the new Holy City. Will the seemingly more magnificent and indestructible walls be broken from the inside?

"My Highness, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Passing through city gate, Scholar Ansger and the team are waiting at the door. Seeing the appearance of Gerald, Scholar quickly turned over and dismounted, bowing and saluting.

Gerald put aside thoughts, probably because he was too excited, and couldn't help thinking about it, "You did a good job, did the guards of the palace change?"

"Back to Your Highness, there was an accident in the plan. The silver hand Knight, which had said that it was willing to work for you, was transferred to southern region three days ago. Now it is only time to replace the guards of the palace.

Gerald frowned, which means that impossible brought these twenty people into the palace. The guards will not stop themselves, but they will not allow so many heavily armed people to enter the royal lands.

"No, as long as the team in the palace separated two to follow me, and the rest guarded the door, don't let outsiders come in disturb me then it will be alright," he hesitated for a moment and made up his mind. Although the plan changed, the situation was still in control in. Father's personal guard usually stays in the outer room overnight. As long as someone can hold them for a while, they can be sure to cut it under the sword.

Entering the inner city, as if everything had returned to the way he left. Even at night, he could recognize every street. This is his place, no doubt. Everyone jumped off the horse and hurried forward to the palace. When they arrived at the door, more than twenty people dispersed according to the new plan and lurked outside the palace. As Scholar Ansger said, although the gatekeeper wondered why the prince returned to Kingdom Capital at night, when Gerald bluffed and said there was something important behind him, he opened the door and let him in.

After all, he is the eldest son of King of Greycastle, the first heir in legal theory.

The prince and Scholar Ansger pass through the garden and the main hall, and the castle further forward is where Wimbledon III lives. Scholar raised the torch in his hand and shook it from side to side, and immediately a guard stepped out of the dark and stepped down to the two men, kneeling on one knee, "Your Highness, follow me."

Gerald sucked his nose and he smelled a **** smell.

Do n’t you say that all the guards in the palace were replaced? He looked at the guard by the fire, and it was indeed Knight of the Earl under his control who was a familiar person --. This gave him a little peace of mind.

"Why, someone got into the castle?"

"Back to Your Highness, Your Majesty called a famous maid in the evening, and she saw our exchange when she came out," said the other party answer. "Please rest assured, we have dealt with it."

The maid? My father hasn't met a woman in a long time. -- Since his mother died. Gerald felt a little surprised, but now is not the time to be entangled in such trivial matters, he nodded, said nothing more, followed the guard into the castle, and others followed.

For Gerald, this castle can walk from beginning to end with closed eyes. He has lived here for more than 20 years, and he knows where secret passage is and where there are hidden doors. However, the purpose of his trip was to convince his father to pass on the throne to himself, and sneaking into the dorm was meaningless. He must resolve the personal guard stationed outside so that his father can fully understand his situation before he can sit down and talk about inheritance. Of belonging.

If you can't convince him ...

Gerald Wimbledon deep took a deep breath, reached out to signal the crowd to stop, and pulled out the both hands great sword behind.

The bronze gate at the end of the corridor is the only entrance to the palace. Behind the gate is the outer room, which is also the last line of defense in front of the palace. There are usually two or three personal guards stationed there. In the event of an accident, you can rush in. The dormitory protects Your Majesty.

Gerald first pushed the door open a small slit, then bumped sideways and shoulders, quickly entered the room, raised the sword to make a stance --, but there was no one in the outside room quietly. At the same time, a strong **** smell came.

There was a hint of unpredictable feeling in his heart, and directly toward went to the palace.

Then Gerald saw an incredible scene.

Wimbledon III is sitting on the bed in a nightgown, leaning his upper body against the pillow, the robe is open, a sword handle is inserted into his chest, and blood drips down the bulging belly, soaking the quilt.

It's his brother, Timothy Wimbledon, standing beside his father.

"Why ... how?" Gerald froze in place.

"Like you, brother," Timothy sighed, "I didn't want to do this."

He clapped his hands, and a group of warriors with iron armor rushed quickly behind the door, encircling the First Prince group. "This is a chess game. I wanted to finish in accordance with the rules. Brother, do you know? Third Sister She ​​hasn't I plan to play this game, of course ... you too. Otherwise, how could I hear Scholar Ansger's constellation prophecy and rush to Kingdom Capital. Seriously, if you don't come, I'm really helpless.

"Scholar!"

He gritted his teeth and looked back. Scholar Ansger took a step back and spread his hand: "I didn't lie to you." Apocalypse is going away from the burning sun. "It means that the pathfinder has deviated from the right path, but it It also has the meaning of falling. "

Now Gerald fully understands that, from the beginning, he fell into a well-designed trap. The **** smell at the gate of the castle was probably not left by any of the maids, and so was the resignation of the silver hand Knight. But what makes him most desperate is that after taking care of him for more than ten years, he taught him how to read and write Scholar Ansger. After all, he chose Second Prince -- like his father.

"Timothy Wimbledon! He is also a son, but he has devoted so much effort to you and divided the best territory for you. I didn't expect you to bite him first! You are just Devil from hell! "

Timothy flashes of anger in his eyes, but disappears quickly, "Do you really think so? Dear brother, if this trip fails to persuade him to inherit the throne to you, will you really plan to stop there? Deceive yourself. "