
Timothy Wimbledon sat on the throne, rubbing the staff in his hands while looking at the ministers within the ranks.
This is a feeling I have been fighting for, he thought, instead of being held in Valencia, where I had to keep an eye on the endless squabbles between traders, who were only fighting for their own profit.
He stopped rubbing his staff, and began to knock the tip onto the floor, letting it make a sound through the hall. When all eyes were focused on him, he nodded and ordered, "You may begin."
"Your Majesty, I have something important to report." The first to step was Knight Weimar, nicknamed "Sir Ironheart", who was in charge of everything related to King City's defense.
"Speak."
"Can the witch hunt be temporarily halted?” Your Majesty, the recent raids have become even more excessive! I heard yesterday, some women were taken out of their homes, arrested, and then attacked in the basement. One of them even died while in prison! It later changed that none of them were actually witches! Panic has broken out outside the city. If it continues like this, I'm afraid there will be a lot of fugitives. "
Timothy frowned, it was he who ordered the witch hunt. He still cannot uncover the truth about his father's death, and still does not believe that his father will kill himself. The strange smile that his father had before he killed himself caused him to feel extremely creepy. His father wore the God's Stone of Retaliation of the highest quality, besides the Church had also made sure that the stone was genuine, but this did not mean that there were no witches involved.
Even if his theory was strange, he did not have a better theory than the witches had planned.
He looked towards Langley, his officer and pawn in training who was in charge of the raid. The latter immediately stood up and said, "Your Majesty, it was just an accident, and I have severely punished the related personnel," he began to crack his fingers, "sipir, castle, and the guard had been given ten lashes and had fined twenty-five silver nobles. "
"A woman was killed and three people were brutally tortured, and you think a few slashes and some money would be enough to compensate?" sir Weimar asked in a cold voice, "And who gave you the right to judge? Is it former Prime Minister Vic or Justice Minister Lord Padro?"
"Your Majesty! We were facing some incredible moments, so I had to act quickly," Langley pleaded not guilty and knelt down, "When ignoring some minor setbacks, the raids have shown great success. We've captured at least fifteen witches hiding in King City and now they're being tortured, so you'll soon be able to find out if your father - no, I mean, you know, if they've been planning a conspiracy. "
Timothy glared at him, idiot, you almost told everyone about our true intentions . While the ministers standing in this hall were most likely already guessing that he was the real mastermind behind the plot, but the outside world was only allowed to know his version, instead, where Prince Gerald killed the King, this point is not allowed to be overthrown. .
"Fifteen witches?" Sir Steelheart sneered in disdain, "Well, it seems that King City has become a fortress of witches. A few years ago the Church had started a witch hunt in the forest east of King City, but they were only able to catch six witches. It seems that your people are much stronger than the people of the Church itself. "
"You…!" Langley shouted loudly but was immediately interrupted by Timothy.
"Enough!" Langley was really stupid, just like any other fool under my control, thought Timothy, who was upset that no one had the skills available. If he didn't need it at the beginning for the throne battle, he wouldn't have promoted this fool. Even if you want to take fake credit, do not make such an incredible number. I fear these 15 women will have to face the same treatment as the unlucky commoners. He did not want to involve the Church, but at this time he saw no other way, so he ordered, "You will go to Church, and pay a priest to come, so he ordered, "You will go to Church, so that he can ascertain the identity of these fifteen women. . Until then, stop the torture. After that you will let the Pastor make sure every woman you catch! If I then hear that you guys are not following my orders, I'll throw you into the city ditch to feed the fish! "
"Uh, yes, Your Majesty." Langley confirmed, "I'll follow your orders soon!"
After Langley left the hall, Timothy turned his head towards the finance minister, "If anyone else had been persecuted along with the previous three people, they would have gotten three gold royals each. Regarding the woman who died in prison, send the money to the family, "he stopped," several times. "
"As your wish." The Finance Minister said as he nodded in confirmation.
"The next question." Timothy waited for a while, but when he saw that no one had anything, he said, "Since no one has any new problems, I'll start with my own problems." He looked at the Minister of Diplomacy, "Yoshua 'Sir Bullet,' it had been a month since the recall order was issued, but no one had returned to King City. Tell me, what news do you want to tell me?"
Sir Bullet came from the Flynn Family and held his position for thirty years. He had gray hair, an old face, and was already standing on one foot inside the grave. He cleared his throat, "Your Highness, your 3rd brother Garcia Wimbledon has yet to reply. Your 4th brother Roland Wimbledon has replied. The letter said that, when his people are safe at the end of the Month of Satan, he will reconsider him ... "
"Then what else?" ask Timothy, annoyed.
"He sent the letter to Prince Timothy and not King Timothy."
Timothy could not help but sneer loudly. He was as stupid as before, like a desperate brother. He thought, If you intend to return, you will take your instructions from me as your new King. I will give you a good place to live, just like a pampered prince. If you don't come back, you won't get an easy death. It will be the same as playing chess, whatever you do, I will have the right answer.
"Just leave him alone" Timothy waved his hand nonchalantly, "What's wrong with my younger brother?"
"Your Majesty, he .. is gone." replied Sir Bullet in embarrassment.
Hearing this answer Timothy asked puzzledly, "What? What do you mean by 'he's gone'?"
"He was the first to promise to return, but a week later His Majesty disappeared from the palace where he lived, along with his butler and two servants. I've arranged for the staff to find him, but they still haven't found his whereabouts. "
What does this mean? It was a waste, he just needed to believe me! Timothy felt his heart filled with pain, he placed high hopes on his sister; he wished he could be her adjutant. After all, while growing up, Tilly had always appeared to be extremely astute, and her appearance was even more dazzling than her appearance. He only lost his place as Crown Prince because he was a girl.
At first, Timothy had a very good impression of him when looking at the arrangements made by his father; it was obvious that the King did not want Tilly to get involved in this storm. Therefore, he gave him the Silver City, which was near King City and had an ordinary business environment without the possibility of training troops. But who could have guessed that he would run away? Is this a choice made by a wise man?
"Now that he's gone, the former Lord must take over Silver City once again. You should also let the search continue, I cannot allow others with noble blood to roam among ordinary people." She gritted her teeth, trying to stifle her emotional rage, "Well, until now, only my third sister had refused to comply?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," replied Sir Bullet.
“Because he is so stubborn, we have to take some rude actions,” Timothy said as he looked at Prime Minister Vic. To start a war, the Prime Minister and the King must agree to it. Since he was his biggest supporter, getting his approval wouldn't be a problem, "I'll let Duke Ryan guard the Southern Border and force Garcia to hand over the Port of Clearwater and escort him back to King City."
Sure enough, Marquis Vic replied, "This must not be delayed, please give the order of war, so that the Foreign Minister can carry out the order."
Timothy was satisfied. At the moment when he wanted to order the secretary to write the drafting order, there were hurried steps from outside the hall. Then, with a burst of sounds, the door opened and a Knight wearing a blue-striped robe stepped into the hall.
Timothy immediately recognized him, he was the famous "Cold Wind Knight" Naim Moor. He walked straight into the center of the hall, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I have just received news from the south," he gasped loudly and his voice clearly looked anxious, "Your brother Garcia Wimbledon, he said, within a short period of five days, defeated Duke Ryan's forces and had occupied Eagle City! ... She had also declared herself the Queen of Clearwater, and all the Sovereigns in the South had responded and declared their territory an independent territory! "