Chapter 509 The Road to the King
The dungeon of the palace was once a nightmare for the fourth prince when he was a child. As he walked down the stone steps, this feeling flowed into Roland's heart involuntarily.
Looking through his memory, he quickly found the source of his fear.
When he was twelve years old, Tifeko took the fourth prince, Goron, and Garcia to explore the basement of the palace. The fourth prince, who had always wanted to integrate into their circle, naturally wanted to do so, but he did not expect that Tifeko stole the key from the guard. Put the fourth prince into 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 did not even dare to shout out. Occasionally, shrill cries could be heard in the hall, and the guard said they were caused by ghosts in the ground. He was afraid that the cries would attract the undead, so in the end he had no choice but to curl up in a corner of the wall, burying his head in his knees and lowering his head. Sobbing. By the time the three of them came to watch the joke the next morning, his nose was already covered in snot.
From then on, the fourth prince never dared to go near the basement of the palace.
Now Roland naturally understands that the so-called cries of ghosts are just the screams of prisoners during torture. It's just that there are very few prisoners who are qualified to be imprisoned in the palace, so they only hear it occasionally.
Walking to the bottom of the basement, Roland saw Tifeco Wimbledon in a small cell. This was also the place where the fourth prince had buried his head and cried all night - the environment here was actually better than the prisons in the outer and inner cities. Not bad, at least there is no water seeping everywhere, rats and cockroaches are everywhere, and the air is filled with dampness and fishy stench.
Ironically, their positions have now been reversed.
Hearing the noise, Tifeko, who was sitting against the wall, opened his eyes and met Roland's eyes.
He is the most feared brother of the fourth prince - his appearance is almost the same as the image in his memory. His short gray curly hair and eyes symbolize the bloodline of the Wimbledon family. His nose and cheek contours inherit his father's features and look sharp and angular. , quite handsome. It's just that the slender eyes ruined the overall feeling. Under the flickering torch light, they looked even more eerie.
In the past, the fourth prince would not have even dared to look at his second brother, but to Roland, he was just a stranger who had his claws removed.
The two stared at each other in silence for a long time, and for a while the only sound left in the cell was the crackling of torches. There was a trace of haggardness that could not be concealed on Tifeike's face. Although he still wanted to exert his previous aura to overwhelm himself, it was all in vain. The tough look gradually disappeared from his eyes, replaced by an unspeakable fear.
"Who...are you?" Tifeko finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke to break the silence.
The dry voice echoed in the basement, and the emotions mixed in it were clearly discernible. He was afraid, Roland thought. As for the other party asking this question, Roland was not surprised. Compared to Tilly, who had little communication with him, Tifeko understood the fourth prince better. After all, the latter's bad and changeable character played a large part in it. It was caused by the second prince himself.
"I'm Roland Wimbledon," he knelt down and looked at the other person levelly, "don't you remember me?"
"You're not!" Tifeko said tremblingly, "It's impossible for him to look at me like this, he doesn't dare to face me at all!" He took two deep breaths, "I know... you are the real devil! Not him He was seduced by the devil, but the devil took on his form and wanted to steal the kingdom!”
For a dying man, Roland didn't bother to explain anything, "So what? How much better do you think you are than the devil? Murder your biological father, push the conspiracy to your biological brother, and then execute him. In order to keep the stolen money The throne not only colluded with the church forces that my father hated most, and forced innocent people to attack the territory of the third princess, but you did not let go of even the most cowardly and incompetent fourth prince. In just one year, the kingdom was in chaos , several cities were destroyed by war, and refugees can be seen everywhere, even the devil can't do this!"
"No!" He argued in panic, "I didn't kill my father, he committed suicide! Just like you, he was controlled by the devil!"
"Suicide?" Roland asked with a frown.
"I'm not lying! He just lay on the bed as usual, smiled and killed himself with a dagger!"
"Not a witch?"
"He was wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation! Damn it..." Tifeko's hoarse words were choked with sobs, "Everything was without warning, and I couldn't stop him at all!"
Roland looked at Nightingale behind him, and she nodded slightly.
As an enchanted witch, an idea flashed through his mind. Once the ability is used, it will not be affected by the sacred stone. If it is an ordinary witch organization, it is almost impossible to get close to the king. However, the church, which also has pure people, has less chance of close contact. Not hard to get. Roland quickly recalled the refugee evacuation battle half a year ago. A witch sneaked into the camp and assassinated Wendy and others. Her ability was to change her appearance. If you look at the two together, the answer is almost obvious.
If it is true that the church is secretly leading all of this, then it would make sense that the King's Order is purely about creating disputes 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.
"This is not the reason for you to murder Goron and expand the war to the entire kingdom," Roland said solemnly, "especially colluding with the church and using Kuang Hua Pills to cause massacres - have you ever thought about how many People died because of this?”
"Even if I don't use it, wouldn't Garcia use it? If they regarded me as king from the beginning, how could I be so cruel!" Tifeko climbed to the railing and grabbed the iron rod with both hands, "And these are the same as What does the devil have to do with it! What on earth do you want to do to me?"
"State the crime, sentence, and then go to the guillotine - just like Gron. Only the evidence of your crime is conclusive and you cannot be punished."
"No! You can't kill me. The devil can never stand in front of the stage. The power of gods will destroy you - if you want to get the Kingdom of Graycastle, you must rely on my help!"
"Gods?" Roland grinned, "Do you mean the church?"
"You don't know them! The hidden strength of the church is unfathomable. The notes left by my father recorded some incredible rumors. This is why he has never been able to make up his mind to expel the church's power!" He shouted, "The pills are just One of their tactics is that as long as your identity is exposed, you will soon be beyond redemption!"
"That's not the case... Tifeco Wimbledon, I know far more than you think, and I also know what the future road will be like. This road is too difficult and dangerous, and you cannot lead the people through its test. Roland said slowly, "In order to meet the upcoming challenges, your destiny must end here. But don't worry, you will not be alone on your journey to hell. There are many people who will go there with you, so go with peace of mind."
After saying that, he stood up, ignored the second prince's shouts, and walked out of the prison. (To be continued.)