When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on this city, this ancient city with hundreds of years of history gradually wakes up.
The breeze has blown away the morning fog, and the low shrubbery walls on both sides of the city streets are covered with dew. The buildings of different shapes in the city are shining in the morning sun.
A number of onlookers gathered at the fountain in the central square of Ivorson City. Everyone stood on the edge of the pool and pointed at the bronze statue of Grand Duke Busman in the center of the pool.
It is a giant bronze statue more than ten meters high. It shows the scene of the first Grand Duke Busman riding a green dragon and fluttering its wings. Just below the green dragon is the statue's pedestal, with forty-nine carved figures around it.
This war relief basically covers the great achievements of the first Grand Duke Busman. Those war scrolls show the Ivorson people resisting various beast tides, and competing with the orcs for various rich areas in the Roland continent.
As the Empire has become increasingly powerful, although the wars have ceased in the past few hundred years, the small-scale conflicts have not. The Green Empire has occupied the land along the eastern coast of the vast Roland continent, while the orcs live in
The barren Pai Plateau.
Of course, the people in the square were not paying attention to this, but they saw that there seemed to be many young people hanging behind the water curtain of the fountain. These young people had their arms at shoulder level and were hung by ropes in front of the sculpture group.
Almost everyone was stripped down to a pair of underwear, and a wooden board was hung around their necks. On the wooden board, the name of each young noble was written in red paint, as well as some brief crimes they had committed.
The writing looked very sloppy, and even the wooden boards looked like they were the door panels of shops around the square. I don't know who had stolen them here.
This group of young people seemed to be unconscious. Someone was standing on the ground of the fountain, trying to wake them up. They shouted several times but saw no reaction from them.
"Hey, what mistake did these young people make that they want to make it public?" someone in the crowd asked in confusion.
Some curious citizens passed through the water curtain of the fountain and ran inside to read the words on the wooden boards. Then they walked out of the fountain with strange expressions, stood on the stone steps beside the fountain, and wiped their faces with their hands.
wiped away the water, then grinned and said to the citizens gathered at the fountain:
"I read the text on a few plaques. It probably said that they were a group of deserters who escaped from the battlefield. It was precisely because of their wrong tactics on the front line that nearly 10,000 soldiers of a battle group were massacred by the evil ghost army.
, and then abandoned the Bena Army and ran to Ivorson to try to join the Bussmann Army."
The bronze statue stands in the center of the fountain. These young nobles are hung on the relief mural on the base of the statue, and they are very eye-catching from across the fountain.
"If these people join the Busman Army, then our people will be tricked..." someone said worriedly.
"Oh my God!" A middle-aged woman immediately covered her chest with her hands, her expression looking very exaggerated.
An old man on crutches, wearing a decent aristocratic dress, stood in the crowd and said righteously: "No! We want to prevent this from happening. We have to sign a letter to the Ivorson City Council. We must not let it happen."
This matter passed the parliamentary vote."
The old man who was feeding the pigeons in the square immediately echoed: "Yes, I want to write a letter to the President of the Parliament."
Of course, some people think and ask questions: "Who on earth tied them here? Shouldn't people like them be locked up in prison?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him immediately asked: "Have you ever seen nobles living in prison?"
People in the central square of Ivorson City were still quarreling by the pool, but no one wanted to step forward to rescue the young people. As for how to rescue these young nobles, that was the responsibility of the Ivorson Guard Battalion.
They have nothing to do with it. What these citizens are more concerned about is the series of impacts that the whole incident will have on Ivorson City.
Someone in the crowd shouted: "Stop making noise, the knights from the guard camp are here, let them handle this matter."
Two knights from the guard camp ran over from the opposite side of the central square. It was a hot day. They were wearing light leather armor, with shields and knight swords hanging next to their saddles. They came to the fountain and dismounted, asking the surrounding citizens about the situation, and then they discovered
Those young nobles were hanging on the base of the statue. A young guard camp knight wanted to go over and rescue these young nobles, but was grabbed by another older guard camp knight.
"Hey, man, wait a minute. We should make a report first. Not many people in Ivorson City dare to do such a thing!" The older guard camp knight seemed a little cautious.
The young knight looked suddenly confused and said, "You mean the young master Quentin from the Busman family?"
The older guard camp knight spread his hands and said helplessly: "I'm just guessing. After all, no one can say for sure until this kind of thing is clarified..."
More and more people gathered in Ivorson Square. This kind of blatant contempt for the power of the nobility, and the misdeeds of these young nobles were announced to the public, and they were judged by the people in the central square, so that the people of Ivorson City
Boiling over this, a group of knights from the guard camp were maintaining order in the square, but no one dared to openly rescue the young nobles.
And those young nobles don't know what kind of magic they were hit by. They are still unconscious, but their vital signs are very normal. They only have some spasms in their bodies occasionally. Everyone also thinks that this may be caused by being hung up for a long time. No one thought that this would happen.
They are actually still struggling in nightmares.
By the time Quentin Busman arrived at the central square of Ivorson City with the castle guards, it was already approaching noon.
The scorching sun shone down, and the scorching breath of the sun dissipated bit by bit the nightmare scent that could only survive in the shadows, and the young nobles slowly woke up.
Quentin Bousman waved his hand with a cold face, and a group of castle guards rushed forward, rescued these young nobles from the relief base, lifted them out of the fountain, and placed them on the edge of the fountain without thinking of giving them to them.
They put some covering on their bodies to hide their ugly appearance.
In full view of everyone, Quentin turned red with anger and wished he could abandon them immediately and turn around.
After waiting for a while, none of the twenty young nobles woke up.
The knight commander next to him came to Quentin and whispered a few words to Quentin. Quentin ordered people to fetch water from the pool and kept pouring it on them. After a while, the group of young nobles finally calmed down.
They woke up, but after they woke up, they all seemed to be greatly frightened. They looked around in fear and vigilance, as if there were monsters and monsters hidden in the crowd around them.
Quentin Bousman looked at the scene in front of him with a livid face, and said in a deep voice to his knight: "Check for me..."