Release that Witch Chapter 46: Conspiracy (2)

"..." Gerald knew that he had no way back. The only thing he could do was drag his immediate brother and sister together to hell. At this time, he calmed down instead, "The reason why you lied to me is to get rid of me?"

"Get rid of you? No, that doesn't help me, dear brother. I am helpless to do so," Timothy's tone remains calm, as if stating a fact, "If I am old Honestly, after five years, I'm afraid it will be the pirate army of Third Sister. Do you know what she has been doing recently? "

Gerald shook his head, estimating the distance between himself and Second Prince. He remembered that his brother was very clever from an early age, but he was not good at riding and shooting. As long as I can seize the opportunity to rush to chop --

"She was setting up her own army, brother. Seriously, I admire her so much that she took this step long before struggle for the throne. Even I didn't expect this. We got along so well when we were kids, Why did you come to this step, you must kill each other? "He said and then backed out two steps." For example, now you are afraid that you want to split me in half with one sword, right? "

"..."

"I all know, brother. You still have the same scary eyes when you want to kill," Timothy sighed. "I tell you straight, I want to terminate struggle for the throne. Otherwise It will be Garcia's fleet waiting for me five years later. She controlled Port of Clear Water a few years ago, and Golden Harvest City is suitable for creating businessmen, but not for raising soldiers. "

"I need an army that can resist the Third Sister fleet. This is not achieved by a trading city. Gerald Wimbledon, you will be tried tomorrow for leaving the territory and assassinating King. I have to return tonight Golden Harvest City Be prepared before my father's bad news reaches eastern region. I will be deeply saddened and will inevitably be crowned King as the second heir. And you will be sent to the guillotine for the king's charge. "

"You ...!" Gerald yelled at his younger brother, but it was too far away, his big sword was intercepted by two iron armor guards, and then his calf was numb and a short sword pierced him Gerald suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. The crowd rushed up, pressed him to the ground, and tied him until he couldn't move.

"Judgment? Are you qualified to try me? I will tell you all, let those who support you know what kind of monster you are!"

"Of course you don't, brother," Timothy said patiently, "Alchemic Workshop has a medicine called" Forgotten Language ", which is a mixture of southern region sand lizard venom and horse milk. After drinking, you will not make any sound. Rest assured, it will not make you feel any pain, but it will be delicious and intoxicating. If you have to blame it, blame our genius sister. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have taken this step. "

He waved to the guard's leader, who nodded and saluted, dragging First Prince out of the dormitory, and other iron armored guards also rushed out, leaving only Second Prince and Scholar Ansger.

"His Highness, Throne is already in your pocket, and I should call you Your Majesty," Scholar Ansger said, bowing.

"You did a good job. When I sit on Greycastle Throne, we will complete our agreement. But ... seeing my brother's miserable appearance today, I think some agreements should be added with a guarantee clause."

The look of Scholar changed immediately, "His Royal Highness, what do you mean --"

"Rest assured, I just don't want to be betrayed," Timothy took out a wax pill from his arms. "You must have seen this thing a lot. It takes seven days for the shell of the wax pill to completely dissolve, which is almost the same as I returned to Kingdom Capital and Golden Harvest City Time. I used the price code of the chief astrologer of the Kingdom to pull you over, but I don't want others to offer you a higher price to pull you away.

"His Royal Highness ... You laughed," Scholar turned pale and white, he gritted his teeth, and eventually ate the wax pill.

"Smart choice," Timothy nodded with satisfaction, "You go."

...

Second Prince's face was gloomy when there was no one in the palace.

He grabbed the porcelain placed on the low table by the bed and hit it **** the ground. An outside guard immediately left come in, "His Royal Highness?"

"Go out!" he growled.

"Yes," the other party quickly dropped his head and exited the room, closing the door with him.

Damn, it shouldn't be like this!

His plan did not kill his father. With the preference of Wimbledon III's, he only needs to guide the other party to notice what Garcia did and stop then it will be alright, and the **** in his hand is First Prince Gerald Wimbledon.

Timothy considers its plan impeccable. He used the position of chief astrologer to lure Gerald's enlightenment mentor -- to Scholar Ansger, which is not high in the astrologer association, and wrote a letter to First Prince for himself. And First Prince quickly hooked. This is also in line with the judgment of Timothy. His brother is better at fighting than thinking, and he is not willing to give up the throne.

The next few letters provoked First Prince's ambition step by step, and Timothy was ready for the next step. When the last letter with the constellation prophecy was issued, he secretly returned to Kingdom Capital and revealed the news that First Prince might force the palace to his father. There is no doubt that once this matter is confirmed, the father will put First Prince into jail in furious anger, or he will be imprisoned to death or exiled.

Then, the father will turn his attention to other children. The Garcia, which is developing the forces of the army, will inevitably become the second Nail in the eyes of the father.

But ... why did this happen? My father revealed a weird smile after hearing the news he had revealed. He pulled out the dagger close to him and pierced his chest!

Everything happened too quickly, Timothy had no time to stop, and could only watch his father die.

He sat down slowly beside the bed weakly, and for the first time he had the illusion that he was also a **** in the meditation. His father's last smile was like a nightmare, making him creepy. The whole thing went over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, including examining the dead body, and still couldn't find a clue. Why did the -- father do that?

He also suspected that this person was in disguise, but no flaw could be found anyway, and even a hidden wound on the back was in line with the appearance in memory.

Seeing that Gerald was about to arrive at Kingdom Capital, he had to pretend to be calm, replace all the plans, push the death of Wimbledon III to First Prince, and then use his identity as the second heir to the throne in advance. As long as he can be crowned successfully, he no longer needs to be restricted by the territory, and can directly mobilize the power of southern region Duke to coerce Garcia, forcing her to give up Port of Clear Water.

In this way, the ending is not much worse, but Timothy is deeply disturbed ... It seems that there is an invisible hand that has unknowingly inserted the upper-level battle of Greycastle's, but he has nothing about it Know.

He has no choice but to seize the throne at this moment. Timothy Wimbledon swears in his heart that if he finds out who is playing this trick, he must let him know what it is like to annoy a king!