Germain, who pretended to be father and son with a certain agent, could clearly feel that there was an unsettling atmosphere among the silent sheep. The atmosphere was invisible and qualityless. It was the last calm before the storm.
Under normal circumstances, civilians gather together quietly. No matter how respectful and respectful they are, they will uncontrollably create commotion and buzzing discussions.
But it was so quiet and silent at the moment, so quiet and silent that it felt like death.
The wooden platform in the center of the square has been erected, and the surrounding area has long been filled with knights from the Ander Knights who are directly under the lord's palace. They are wearing heavy armor and exude an indestructible steel aura. For the civilians standing in the front row,
I mean, that was simply torture.
The Ander Knights are the strongest fighting force in the Andnus region, with a total of more than 7,000 knights. It took Neumann sixteen years of accumulation to reach its current scale.
The side door of the Lord's Mansion opened, and the first people to come out were a group of fully armed professional soldiers from the Lord's Mansion.
In the central countries, soldiers are divided into two types: professional soldiers and ordinary soldiers.
Professional soldiers will have an emblem of crossed swords on their shoulder armor.
Behind the professional soldiers, a group of criminals wearing gray linen robes, barefoot, and with shackled hands and feet came out.
These were the people who had secretly hidden leaflets or discussed privately with small nobles and wealthy businessmen before. They walked behind the professional soldiers, with knights from the Ander Knights on both sides maintaining the team. They lowered their heads and walked to the inner edge of the square.
Stopped at the location closest to civilians.
Some civilians quickly glanced at these big men who seemed to be being punished and lowered their heads, while the latter looked at the civilians in the square with arrogant eyes and high heads.
From beginning to end, even if they were punished, they were still aloof and did not need the common people to feel pity for them.
They are all proud nobles.
Afterwards, the door to the lord's palace also opened, and Neumann, the lord of the Andnus region, appeared in the square with his team of staff.
They are a staff group and a mage group.
Magic elements surged through their bodies, their various magic robes were still neat and shiny, their steps were steady and energetic.
Even when food rations have been repeatedly reduced and civilians in the outer cities are already in a state of semi-starvation, their faces are still rosy, and their skin is plump and healthy.
The real reason why other great nobles supported Neumann's plan was to reduce the population in the main city of Andernus so that their food could last for a while longer.
Surrounded by a group of nobles, Neumann came to the high platform and then frowned slightly.
The atmosphere here made him very uncomfortable.
The extremely silent square was filled with countless despicable and stupid untouchables. However, the untouchables who did not even dare to raise their heads and take a peek at themselves in the past actually looked at themselves with a strange look.
The look in his eyes was neither awe nor offensive, as if he was hesitating for something.
Neumann suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and forgave the offense in the eyes of those people with great tolerance. He knew that today he was going to kill chickens to scare monkeys, and the chickens he was going to kill were the chickens in a certain designated area in the outer city, and all the untouchables present were
It's a monkey. This is a monkey they drove from thirty-seven areas.
He had to be patient until this was done.
A sound of armor scraping came from the side of the square, and another group of city defense soldiers escorted a dozen ragged people to the wooden platform and tied them to the pillars that had been prepared.
One of them was an agent of the Seventh Military Intelligence Bureau. When Germain saw the other person, he clenched his fists.
The reason why he came here was to see if there was any chance of rescuing this subordinate.
Neumann composed himself, then faced the square and used sound transmission magic.
"People of Valencia, I know the suffering you have suffered in these days, and I am saddened by it. However, under the temptation of those despicable Merlocks, many people take suspicion and division as a matter of course."
The square was silent, no one cheered, no one objected, and there wasn't even any commotion.
Such a cold and dead reaction was something Neumann had never encountered before. He seemed a little embarrassed for a moment, and then a little angry.
Only a few pre-arranged answering tubes resumed shouting, and then the crowd around the answering tube quickly dispersed, as if mocking Neumann's little trick.
The preaching has begun, and Neumann must continue.
So he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and let the magic vortex around his body spin faster.
The strong wind generated by the whirlpool finally caused some commotion in the square. This transcendent power that is superior to ordinary people has extremely strong attack power, which quickly calmed down the commotion in the square.
Only then did Neumann continue his speech: "Today, I will put those traitors on trial here and let them understand the consequences of harboring enemy spies."
A wheel behind Neumann spun rapidly, and those with sharp eyes could immediately see that it was exactly the thirty-seven areas divided into areas.
Neumann suddenly raised his hand, and the corner of the wheel was blown away. A knight picked up the broken board on the ground and shouted: "Putin Block!"
As soon as these words came out, the civilians in Pujin neighborhood were in an uproar.
But as soon as they made some move, they heard it.
"Order! Everyone in Pujin Street must kneel down."
The civilians who were driven to Qianpujin Street in the square fell to their knees collectively.
"Laws! Silence!"
The man kneeling on the ground cried bitterly, but could not make any sound.
Germain clenched his fists when he saw it. He knew clearly that this was the handiwork of a great mentor-level person.
He was actually too mean to ordinary people, even that great mentor-level expert.
Neumann raised the magic wand in his hand high and began to recite the spell silently.
Normally, when he was reciting the incantation silently, people would cheer like a tsunami around him. However, at this moment, he had realized that such cheers were difficult to come by.
In the past, he did it to attack his enemies, but today he did it to destroy himself.
As the ground shook slightly, a hazy earth-yellow halo spread out with Neumann as the center.
Seeing such fluctuations of magical energy, the civilians in the square finally became a little commotion again. On the wooden platform in front of the crowd, those tied to the pillars widened their eyes with fear and nervousness.
Watching the magic fluctuations on Neumann's body.
The next moment, a thorn suddenly appeared on the soles of these prisoners' feet, piercing directly into the prisoner's crotch, and finally protruded from the open mouth.
Blood kept pouring out of the prisoners' mouths, and the eyes of some of those who were tenacious were full of pain and despair.