"…" Gerald knew that he had no way out. The only thing he could do was to drag his younger brother to hell with him. At this moment, he actually calmed down. "Did you trick me here just to get rid of me?"
"Get rid of you? No, that won't help me, my dear brother. I did it because I had no other choice, "Timothy's tone was still calm, as if he was stating a fact," If I had waited for five years, I'm afraid I would have to face my third sister's pirate army. Do you know what she has been doing recently? "
Gerald shook his head, and estimated the distance between himself and the second prince. He remembered that his younger brother had been very smart since childhood, but he was not good at riding, shooting, or fighting. As long as he could seize the opportunity to rush over and chop —
"She is building her own army, brother. To tell you the truth, I admire her. She actually took this step long before the fight for the throne. Even I did not expect this. We got along so well when we were young, so why did we end up like this? Why must we kill each other? " He said and took two steps back, "For example, I'm afraid you want to cut me in half with your sword, right?"
"…"
"I know, brother. You are still the same as before, when you want to kill, your eyes will become terrible, "Timothy sighed," I will tell you bluntly, I want to stop the fight for the throne. Otherwise, in five years, I will be waiting for Garcia's fleet. She controlled the Port of Clearwater a few years ago, and Valencia is suitable for producing merchants, but not suitable for training soldiers. "
"I need an army, enough to resist my third sister's fleet, this is not something that can be achieved by relying on a trading city.Gerald Wimbledon, tomorrow you will be tried for leaving your territory and assassinating the king. I have to return to Valencia tonight and prepare before the news of my father's death reaches the Eastern Region. I will express my deep sorrow, and as the second in line, I will be crowned king. And you will be sent to the guillotine for the crime of killing the king. "
"You …!" Gollon shouted and rushed towards his brother, but the distance was too far. His big sword was intercepted by two Iron Guards at the same time. Then his calf went numb, and a short sword pierced through his calf. Gollon suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. Everyone rushed forward and pinned him to the ground, binding him until he could not move.
"Trial? You think you have the right to judge me? I will tell you everything and let those who support you know what kind of monster you are! "
"Of course you won't, brother," Timothy said patiently, "The Alchemy Workshop has a medicine called" Forgetting Words ", it is a mixture of lizard venom from the Southern Desert and horse's milk. After drinking it, you won't be able to make any sound.Don't worry, it won't cause you any pain. Instead, it's mellow and intoxicating. If you really want to blame someone, then blame our genius little sister. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have taken this step. "
He waved at the head of the guards, who nodded and saluted, then dragged the eldest prince out of the palace. The other Iron Guards also filed out, and finally only the second prince and Scholar Ang were left.
"Your Royal Highness, the throne is already in your pocket, I should also address you as Your Majesty," Scholar Ang said while bowing.
"You did a good job, when I sit on the throne of Graycastle, I will fulfill our agreement. But … seeing my brother's miserable appearance today, I think some agreements should be added with a guarantee clause. "
The scholar's expression immediately changed, "Your Royal Highness, you mean —"
"Rest assured, I just don't want to be betrayed," Timothy took out a wax pill from his bosom, "I think you have seen this thing many times. It takes seven days for the wax pill's outer shell to completely dissolve, which is almost the time it takes for me to return between King's City and Valencia. I used the price of the kingdom's chief astrologer to win you over, and I don't want anyone else to offer a higher price to take you away. "
"Your Royal Highness … you must be joking," the scholar's face turned pale. He clenched his teeth and finally swallowed the wax pill.
"Smart choice," Timothy nodded with satisfaction, "You can go now."
…
When there was no one in the bedroom, the second prince's face became gloomy.
He grabbed the porcelain placed on the low table beside the bed and fiercely smashed it on the ground, breaking it into pieces. A guard immediately came in from outside, "Your Royal Highness?"
"Get out!" he roared.
"Yes," the guard quickly bowed his head and left the room, closing the door.
Damn, it shouldn't have been like this!
His plan didn't include killing his father. With the favor of Wimbledon III, he only needed to lead the other side to notice Garcia's actions and stop her, and the pawn in his hand was the eldest prince, Gerald Wimbledon.
Timothy thought his plan was impeccable.He used the position of chief astrologer to lure Gerald's first mentor, Scholar Ang, who did not have a high position in the Astrology Association, to write a letter for himself to the eldest prince. And the eldest prince quickly took the bait. This was also in line with Timothy's judgment, his brother was good at fighting but not good at thinking, and at the same time he was not willing to give up the throne.
The next few letters gradually provoked the eldest prince's ambition, and Timothy also prepared for the next step. When the last letter with the astrological prediction was sent, he secretly returned to King's City and revealed the news that the eldest prince might force the palace to abdicate to his father. There was no doubt that once this matter was confirmed, his father would fly into a rage and throw the eldest prince into prison, either until death or exile.
Then, his father would turn his attention to his other children, and Garcia, who was wantonly developing the army, would inevitably become the second nail in his father's eyes.
But … why did it become like this? After hearing the news, his father actually showed a strange smile, pulled out his dagger, and directly stabbed himself in the chest!
Everything happened so fast that Timothy had no time to stop it, and could only watch his father die.
He slowly sat down beside the bed, and for the first time had the illusion that he was also a pawn in the dark. His father's last smile was like a nightmare, making his hair stand on end. He thought about the whole thing over and over again, including examining the body, but still couldn't find a clue – why did his father do that?
He also suspected that this man was pretending, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any flaws, even the hidden wound on his back was consistent with the appearance in his memory.
Seeing that Gerald was about to arrive at King's City, he had to pretend to be calm, and completely change the plan. He would push the death of Wimbledon III to the eldest prince, and then use his identity as the second in line to ascend the throne in advance. As long as he could successfully be crowned, he would no longer be restricted by the territory, and could directly mobilize the power of the Duke of the Southern Territory to threaten Garcia, forcing her to give up the Port of Clearwater.
It seemed that the result would not be much different, but Timothy felt deeply uneasy … as if an invisible hand had unknowingly inserted itself into the struggle of the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Graycastle, and he was completely unaware of it.