The dungeon of the palace was a nightmare for the fourth prince when he was a child, and as he descended the stone steps, this feeling involuntarily poured into Roland's heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Flipping through his memories, he quickly found the source of his fear.

When he was twelve years old, Tifeko took the fourth prince to explore the basement of the temple with Goron and Garcia, and the fourth prince, who had always wanted to fit in with their circle, naturally couldn't ask for it, but he didn't expect Tefeko to steal the key from the guards and put the fourth prince in prison, and then the three of them left laughing.

In the dark room, the fourth prince was so frightened that his teeth trembled, and he didn't even dare to shout out loud. For the occasional terrible cry could be heard in the hall, and the guard said that it was the ghost of the earth, and he was afraid that the cry would draw the undead to him, so he had to curl up in a corner of the wall, bury his head in his knees, and sobbed quietly. By the time the three of them came to see the joke the next morning, his snot was already mush.

Since then, the fourth prince has never dared to go even closer to the basement of the palace.

Now Roland naturally understands that the so-called ghost crying is nothing more than the screams of torture prisoners. It's just that there are very few prisoners who are eligible to be imprisoned in the palace, so they are occasionally heard.

Walking to the lowest basement floor, Roland met Tyfeco Wimbledon in a small cell, where the fourth prince had spent the night weeping - better than the prison cells in the inner city, at least not seeping water, rats and cockroaches roaming around, and the air was damp and fishy.

Ironically, the two have now swapped places.

Hearing the noise, Tifeco, who was sitting against the wall, opened his eyes, and his gaze intertwined with Roland's.

He was the most feared elder brother of the Four Princes - his appearance was not much different from the image in his memory, his short gray curls and eyes symbolized the lineage of the Wimbledon family, and the contours of his nose and cheeks inherited his father's features, and he looked angular and quite handsome. It's just that those slender eyes spoil the overall feeling, and under the flickering torch light, it looks a little eerie.

If it was before, the fourth prince didn't even dare to look at the second brother, but for Roland, he was just a stranger who had his minions removed.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and for a moment only the crackling sound of torches remained in the cell. There was an unconcealed haggard look on Tifeko's face, and although he still tried to overwhelm himself with the same momentum as before, it was all in vain. The hard look faded from his eyes, replaced by an unspeakable fear.

"You...... Who the hell is it?" Tifeko finally couldn't take it anymore and opened his mouth to break the silence.

The dry voice echoed in the basement, and the emotions mixed in it were clearly discerning. He was afraid, Roland thought, as for the other party would ask this question, Roland was not surprised, compared to Tilly, who had little communication, Tifeco knew the fourth prince better, after all, the latter's vicious and fickle personality was largely caused by the second prince's own hands.

"I'm Roland Wimbleton," he crouched down, looking at the other man, "don't you remember me?"

"You're not!" Tifeko said in a trembling voice, "He can't look at me like that, he doesn't even dare face me!" He gasped twice, "I see...... You are the real devil! It's not that he's been seduced by the devil, it's that the devil has taken the form of him and wants to steal the kingdom!"

Roland didn't bother to explain anything about a dying man, "So what? How much better do you think you can be than the devil? murder your own father, blame the plot on your own brother, and execute him." In order to keep the stolen throne, not only did you collude with the church forces that my father hated the most, and forcibly conscripted innocent people to attack the territory of the three princesses, but even the most cowardly and incompetent fourth prince, you did not let go. In just one year, the kingdom has been in turmoil, several cities have been destroyed by war, and refugees can be seen everywhere, but I am afraid that the devil will not be able to do this!"

"No!" he frantically argued, "I didn't kill my father, he committed suicide!

"Suicide?" Roland asked, frowning.

"I didn't lie! He just lay on the bed as usual, smiled and killed himself with a dagger!"

"Not a witch?"

"He's wearing the Divine Punishment Stone!...... damn it," Tifeko's hoarse voice came with a choked sob, "it was all without warning, and I couldn't stop him!"

Roland looked at the nightingale behind her, and she nodded slightly.

Enchanted witch, a thought flashed in his heart, once the ability is completed, it will not be affected by the divine stone, if it is an ordinary witch organization, it is almost impossible to get close to the king, and the church that also has the pure, it is not difficult to get close to the opportunity. Roland quickly remembered the refugee evacuation battle half a year ago, when a witch infiltrated the camp and assassinated Wendy and the others, whose ability was to change appearance. If you look at the two together, the answer is just like that.

If it is really the church that is secretly in charge of all this, then it makes sense that the purpose of the royal order is purely to create strife and turmoil. However, all this still needs to be confirmed, and Roland believes that he will find the truth from the mouth of the high priest of the Royal Capital Cathedral.

"That's not a reason for you to murder Goron and spread the war to the entire kingdom," Roland said in a deep voice, "especially in collusion with the Church and the use of madness pills to cause killings—have you ever wondered how many people have died in this way?"

"Even if I don't use it, won't Garcia use it, and if they had made me king in the first place, how could I be so ruthless!" Tifeco climbed to the railing, grasping the iron pole with both hands, "And what does this have to do with the devil! What do you want to do to me?"

"Confess the crime, condemn it, and go to the guillotine - just like Golon. It's just that your crime is conclusive, and your crime is unculpable. ”

"No, you can't kill me, the devil can never stand in front of the stage, the power of the gods will destroy you - if you want to get the kingdom of Greykeep, you must rely on my help!"

"Gods?" Roland grinned, "do you mean the church?"

"You don't know about them!The hidden strength of the Church is unfathomable, and the notes left by my father contain some incredible rumors, which is why he has never been able to make up his mind to expel the power of the Church!" he shouted, "The pill is just one of their means, as long as your identity is revealed, it will soon be doomed!"

"Not really...... Tyfeco Wimbledon, I know more than you think, and what the road holds for the future. The road is too difficult for you to lead the people through its trials. Roland said slowly, "In order to meet the upcoming challenges, your fate must come to an end here. But rest assured, your journey to hell will not be alone, there are many people who will lead with you, go with peace of mind. ”

After saying that, he stood up, ignored the second prince's shout, and walked towards the outside of the prison. (To be continued.) )