The old man reacted after a moment, and he slowly lifted the quilt, moved to the bedside, and looked directly at the archbishop.

"If you're locked up in this damn place, will you still be able to eat?" he said, his voice muffled, as if his throat was choked by something, "Half a year, trapped here for half a year, no news...... What happened to my son, and what about my daughter?"

Mayne noticed that the walls were littered with notches that seemed to be snapped with fingernails. Is this how the other party calculates the days?

He moved a stool, sat down facing the king, and said, "Do you have to ask about these things that are unpleasant to you?"

"......" the other party was silent for a while, "I'm useless, you're here to send me on my way, right?"

"Yes. ”

"What do such a dying man do with his pleasure or unhappiness!Before I die, I just want to know how they are doing!" By the time of the last sentence, Wimbleton's voice was almost a low roar.

He couldn't help it after all, Mayne thought, and at any rate, as a king, his spirit and demeanor were enough. On his way to Hermes, where he was replaced by the Pious, he managed to escape several times. Imprisoned at this point, he did not fall into madness, but tried to negotiate in exchange for freedom. There was no invective, no hysterical yelling, which is rare in institutional prisons. If it weren't for the fact that the plan was impossible to change, he really didn't want to waste such a person in an internal conspiracy.

Perhaps he himself had come with the idea of informing him of the situation, the Bishop thought, or else it would have taken a single order and the Inquisitors would have ended his life for him.

"Your eldest son, Goron Wimbutton, is dead," Mayne said slowly, "and has been sentenced to behead by your second son, Tyfeco Wimbuton, on charges of treason against the king." Your third daughter, Garcia Wimbledon, became independent in the South, proclaimed herself Queen of the Blue Waters, and war with Tifeco was inevitable. As for the fourth son and fifth daughter, we don't get much information. Probably...... They are still alive. ”

"What are you talking about, rebellion, independence, what the hell have you done?"

"Fight for the king," he said word for word, "send your children out into the land, and declare that whoever governs the realm best will be the next king." ”

Wimbledon closed his eyes in agony, and it was a long time before he whispered, "Why......? and the Stone of Divine Punishment. You have replaced me with someone else with a witch, and you can slowly take possession of the country and have churches stand in every town. Why do you want to issue such a thing as a royal order! I, I can't ...... Ahem," said Wimbledon, who leaned over and coughed violently.

"There's no way I'm going to give such an order that would cause children to kill each other," right?' Mayne said to the king, "maybe you won't, but your children won't necessarily be what you want." When they grow up, they will also have their own ideas. For example, your third daughter, Garcia, was given the Blue Water Harbor five years ago, and even if there was no royal warrant, or would she have watched Goron ascend to the throne without indifference when you died naturally? ”

"Damn, is it any good for the church that they fight each other? the church will be in flames, the believers will be killed in the war, and the kingdom will be in chaos......" Wembledon was stunned and looked up in disbelief, "Do you want—" A more violent cough interrupted the king's words, and when he finally recovered, his voice became as thin as a gossamer, as if the cough had consumed all his energy, "you ...... Want to destroy the royal family. ”

Exactly, but more accurately, royal power. Mayne couldn't help but praise in the bottom of her heart, what a sharp judgment. After spending almost half a year in this dark dungeon, he was already strong-willed and able to think without losing his mind, and he could count on one hand over the years, "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 "really" receive the Kingdom. ”

"......" Wimbledon's expression has aged a lot, maybe he only looked old on the outside, but now even his spirit has declined, and the light in his eyes has become dim.

"The Grey Keep is the largest of the continental kingdoms, and it has a large number of soldiers, and a frontal war is not good for the Church. We've been planning this for a long time. Your kingdom is bound to lose a lot of warriors and mercenaries in a civil war, and if it lasts for two to three years, our Inquisitors will be able to easily take all of Grey Keep. You don't have to grieve too much, you're not alone, you're not alone, it's the other three kingdoms as well. In the future, there will no longer be four kingdoms on the continent, and Dawn, Wolfheart, Eternal Winter, and Gray Castle will all disappear. There will be only one government in this vast land, and that is the Church. ”

Wimbledon was silent, the man who had taken the throne from his brother by force seemed to have lost his life at the moment, and even Mayne felt a little unbearable, but there was no regret in his heart. The Church has also paid a lot for this - a large number of prominent believers are willing to be pawns and devote themselves to this arrangement.

The man who plays Wimbledon III is none other than a devout presiding judge of the Inquisition, who is a staunch believer and absolutely loyal to the Church, who is about to undergo the conversion ritual of the Divine Punishment Army. However, for the sake of his mission, he was replaced by a witch in the form of a king, and died without any honor in the palace of the Grey Keep royal capital. He could have engraved his name on the monument in Hermes Church, but now the Church has no choice but to bury his name forever.

Thinking that Wimbledon would not speak again, Mayne took a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and was about to let him drink it, when he suddenly spoke, "Curse ......"

"Huh?"

"I curse you...... I will be waiting for you in the depths of hell. His voice grew weaker, and Mayne had to concentrate to hear what he was saying.

"Unfortunately, there is no hell in this world. If there were, it wouldn't belong to us. And everything we do, it's for the sake of continuity. Only by unifying the four kingdoms can the Church gather its greatest strength to defeat the real enemy, otherwise, ......" The Bishop paused as he saw that Wimbleton's hand had slipped feebly, his head tilted to one side, and the heaving of his chest had ceased completely.

It's the end of a king, but it's a new beginning for us, he thought.

Mayne took the vase into his bosom and got up to leave. Pushing open the wooden door, the hallway was silent, as if those wails had never been heard. He explained a few words to the samurai of the Inquisition Army who were guarding the door, and walked outside the office without looking back.