Release that Witch - Chapter 45

[Chapter 45 Conspiracy (Part 1)]

When the moon began to sink, Gron Wimbledon saw the looming outline of the city wall of the king’s capital in the night.

After months, it’s finally back, he thought.

The exhaustion from the long journey disappeared immediately, but he still remained vigilant, reining in the mount under his crotch, and signaled his deputy to go to investigate the situation.

If the plan has not changed, Bachelor Ang should have replaced the guards guarding the city with his cronies, and lowered the side door drawbridge after the deputy gave the signal.

He stared ahead with wide eyes, for fear that he would miss the faint fire.

The waiting time was not long, but Gorron felt as if time had frozen. When his eyelids were sore and he was about to be unable to hold on, he finally saw the flickering from afar—two hits from the bottom of the city wall, three hits from the top, as planned As agreed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and waved his men forward.

In this way, he is only one step away from the throne.

Gron rode through the side gate of the city wall, and his deputy walked side by side with him.

There were more than 20 cavalry behind him, all of them pulled the reins without saying a word, and controlled the mounts to move forward slowly.

The city wall of Graycastle King’s Capital was taken from Falling Dragon Ridge. This gray-brown stone glowed dark red under the torch, as if it had been soaked in blood.

The entire city wall was twenty feet wide. At that time, in order to build this immortal wall, more than a thousand laborers, slaves, and stonemasons died on the construction site.

The iron wall that cannot be conquered by an army of ten thousand people is now easily crossed by himself. Gron thought that any loopholes start from the inside.

For some reason, he thought of the New Holy City. Will the seemingly more magnificent and indestructible city walls be breached from the inside?

“Your Highness, I have been waiting for you here for a long time.” Passing through the city gate, Bachelor Ang and his team were waiting by the gate.

Seeing Gron appear, the bachelor quickly got off his horse and bowed to salute.

Gron put aside his distracting thoughts, probably because he was too excited and couldn’t help thinking wildly, “You did a good job, have the guards in the palace changed?”

“Returning to Your Highness, there was an accident in the plan. The silver-handed knight who had promised to serve you was transferred to the southern border three days ago, and now there is only time to change the guards in the bedroom.”

Gron frowned, which meant that it was impossible for him to bring all these twenty people into the palace.

The guards wouldn’t stop themselves, but they wouldn’t let so many heavily armed people into royal places.

“Forget it, as long as two people from the bedroom team follow me, and the rest guard the door, don’t let outsiders come in and disturb me.” He hesitated for a moment before making up his mind. Although the plan has changed, the situation is still under control.

Father’s personal guards usually stay in the outer room overnight, as long as someone can hold them back for a moment, he is sure to cut them under the sword.

Entering the inner city, it seemed that everything was back to the way he left it.

Even at night, he could still make out every street.

This is his territory, there is no doubt about it.

Everyone jumped off their horses and walked quickly towards the palace. When they reached the gate, more than 20 people dispersed according to the new plan, lurking outside the palace.

As Bachelor Ang said, although the guard was surprised why the prince returned to the capital at night, when Gron lied that he had something important to do behind him, he opened the door and let him in.

After all, he is the eldest son of the King of Graycastle, the legal first heir.

The prince and Bachelor Ang walked through the garden and the hall, and the castle ahead was where Wimbledon III lived.

The bachelor raised the torch in his hand and shook it left and right. Immediately, a guard came out of the shadows and knelt down on one knee to the two, “Your Highness, please follow me.”

Gron sniffed, he smelled a bloody smell.

Didn’t it mean that all the guards in the bedroom were replaced?

He looked at the guard with the light of the fire, and it was indeed someone he was familiar with—a knight under the earl who supported him on the throne.

This reassured him a little.

“Why, someone entered the castle?”

“Return to Your Highness, His Majesty summoned a maid in the evening, and she saw our exchange when she came out,” the other party replied, “Please rest assured, we have already dealt with it.”

maid?

Father hadn’t touched a woman for a long time—since Mother died.

Gron felt a little surprised, but now is not the time to be entangled in such trivial matters. He nodded and said nothing more. He followed the guards into the castle, and the others followed.

For Goron, this castle can go from beginning to end with his eyes closed.

He has lived here for more than twenty years, and he knows exactly where there are secret passages and secret doors.

However, the purpose of his trip is to convince his father to pass on the throne to him. It is meaningless to sneak into the bedroom. He must get rid of the guards stationed outside and let his father fully understand his situation before he can sit down and talk seriously. Attribution of inheritance rights.

If you can’t convince him…

Gron Wimbledon took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop, and drew out the two-handed sword behind his back.

The bronze door at the end of the corridor is the only entrance to the bedroom. Behind the door is the outer room, which is also the last line of defense in front of the bedroom. There are usually two to three guards stationed there. In case of accident, they can rush into the bedroom for protection immediately. His Majesty.

Gron first pushed the door open a small crack, then bumped his shoulder, and quickly rushed into the room, raising his sword in a confrontation posture-but the outer room was quiet, and there was no one there.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.

An ominous premonition flashed in his heart, and he ran directly to the bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, Gron saw an unbelievable scene.

Wimbledon III sat on the head of the bed wearing a nightgown, his upper body leaning against the pillow, the robe was open, and a sword hilt was stuck in his chest. Blood dripped down his protruding belly, soaking the quilt.

Standing next to his father was actually his younger brother, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.

com Timothy Wimbledon.

“How… how?” Gron was stunned.

“Like you, brother,” Timothy sighed, “I didn’t want to do that.”

He clapped his hands, and a group of armored warriors quickly poured in from behind the door, surrounding the eldest prince, “This is a chess game, and I originally wanted to finish it according to the rules. Brother, do you know? Third sister didn’t plan on it from the beginning.” Playing this game of chess, of course…you too. Otherwise, how could I have rushed to the royal city after hearing the astrology prophecy of Bachelor Ang. To be honest, if you don’t come, I really can’t do anything.”

“Bachelor!”

He gritted his teeth and looked back, Bachelor Ang took a step back, spread his hands and said, “I didn’t lie to you, “Apocalypse is moving away from the blazing sun”, which means that the pathfinder has deviated from the correct path, but it also has The meaning of falling.

”

Now Gron fully understands that from the very beginning, he fell into a well-designed trap.

The bloody smell at the gate of the castle is probably not left by some maid, nor is the statement that the Silver Hand Knight was transferred.

But what made him most desperate was that Bachelor Ang, who had taken care of him for more than ten years and taught him how to read and write since he was a child, finally chose the second prince—just like his father.

“Tifeco Wimbledon! He is also a son, but he has devoted so much effort to you and assigned the best territory to you. Unexpectedly, you are the first to bite him back! You are simply from hell the devil!”

There was a flash of anger in Timothy’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared, “Do you really think so? My dear brother, if this trip fails to convince him to inherit the throne to you, are you really going to let it go? Don’t lie own.”

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