The cleaner the glass window, the easier it is to be contaminated with dust. Where there are people, there will naturally be criminals. William, the son of the consul, was sitting in the box at this time, gently stroking a night crow.
Two slave girls with delicate faces knelt in front of him, their snow-white handkerchiefs stained with blood. They broke the iron chains with desperate wails and floated to the clouds on the breeze.
New York City, East District, slums. Although Boom killed a high-level magician with his own hands yesterday, his mood did not have any surprises, and instead became more confused.
He and Rikka arrived here not long ago, and there was absolutely no time to cause trouble. If a high-level warrior and a junior magician could attract the attention of the world, then the two of them would not have to escape from Ogu City.
Therefore, yesterday's unprovoked battle became even more bizarre. Boom never asked the other party's intention from the beginning to the end. Killing is the best response to those who are facing each other with swords.
"Isn't it you who caused trouble outside again?" Boom turned to look at Rikka and asked very uncertainly.
In his eyes, Rikka has already become a problem girl. Although her powerful strength has made her countless money, she is always troubled.
"Oh? That person is here for my brother! I live between home and the market area every day, so how can I have time to deal with those people?"
"Besides, even if it's really someone who provoked me, what's wrong? What's wrong!" Hearing this, Rikka threw the rag onto the table with a bang, pointed at Boom and shouted.
"Uh...it's nothing. I'm just asking. But you better be careful and don't die outside." Boom used the black wooden staff to pull away the other party's hand and replied with a frown.
"Brother, you are so nice to talk to and have such a nice personality. It's such a pleasure to live with you." Rikka replied angrily, and then got into the kitchen angrily.
It was almost evening, and the aroma of food wafted through the city of Newk, mixed with a hint of blood.
There is no black cell here, because it was replaced by a prison. And if the cruelty of the nobles of the royal city is obvious, then the criminals of the Principality of Cisse are the guests in the roster of the God of Death.
And everyone from Grand Duke Grylls to poor people with some money in their pockets are loyal supporters of bloody reality shows.
This situation has existed for thousands of years, and it has become a habit today. Grand Duke Cisse is very smart, at least in treating prisoners, far better than other rulers.
Public executions opened the prison door to anyone. The twisted hearts of the nobles were covered with a veil called justice. And the poor also knew the consequences of violating the laws of the principality.
Obedience means survival and being able to see the sun tomorrow. But becoming a criminal means death and hell-like torture.
Reputation and gold coins filled the pockets of Grand Duke Cisse. Countless ruined monuments made of dead souls stood on the seemingly loose territory.
As one of the four major cities in Newk City, such activities have naturally been commonplace. Therefore, after dinner, people walked out of their homes one after another and walked towards the prison.
"Sir, it's almost time. Do you think this month's execution show can officially begin?" The person in charge of the prison bowed and saluted, and asked with a smile.
"Let's get started. I hope the ceremonial officer will not disappoint me this time, otherwise he will be thrown into prison himself." The lord of Newk City, Knight of the Iron Tree, Christo, said.
Immediately, the host stood in the center of the stage amidst the noise. The audience, which had been waiting for a long time, burst into boos again.
More than twenty wooden stakes were erected side by side, with prisoners tied to them. Some of them were poor people, some were professionals, and there was even a viscount among them.
The Principality of Cisse is an extremely cruel world. In this territory, there are only two types of people who can do whatever they want. One is the Grand Duke Grylls, and the other is the peak powerhouse.
As for the nobles and connections below him, whether they are dukes, heirs, or even his wife, Grylls treats them equally, neither favoring anyone nor hating anyone.
The world thinks of him as cold-blooded and ruthless, but it is this outrageously strict manner that has allowed him to sit on the throne of the Grand Duke for more than thirty years, and he can even compete with King Ogu.
"Game time has just begun! Today's theme is 'Do you know'!" The host introduced the rules of the game, and the audience's emotions became even higher.
In today's game, the prisoners have to answer the same question. Those who pass the test will survive, and those who fail to answer will be beheaded on the spot. It is a game that every child in the Principality of Cisse has played, called "What's the matter?"
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As for the person who asks the question, it is decided based on the bid. Although this game seems very childish, it evokes the memories of countless people.
"What's in the Golden Halberd Plain?" A voice sounded. The man was wearing a brocade robe and had an old face.
"Solanum, mercenaries, strangers, envoys, wild beasts, hills, rivers..."
"Magic...magic cannon!" In the end, an unlucky criminal was beheaded on the spot. This person was a poor man from the royal city who escaped from the garbage dump, but he did not expect that he would die in prison not long after he came to Newk City. At the end of the first round of the game, although a head fell to the ground, the audience did not buy it. Even the old man who asked the question was scolded like a dog.
"What does the Pawa Federation have?" Seeing this, the etiquette officer hurriedly shouted the second question.
"Eagles, night crows, vultures, oak trees, gems, beauties, magic crystals..."
"Rebel!" Another unlucky man had his head cut off. With a cowardly character, his voice was not as loud as the others, and his answer was completely wrong.
In the Principality of Cisse, "rebel" is an extremely sensitive word because its definition is too vague. To the old king, Fernando was a rebel, but to Fernando, Grand Duke Grylls became a rebel.
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The audience looked at each other, and it was only then that they really felt the fun. Applause rang out, and the somewhat silent prison became noisy and chaotic again.
"What's beyond the shadows?" But a voice suddenly sounded. The man huddled in his gray robe, holding a short metal staff in his exposed right hand.
"Sir, the questioners are all paid, please don't break the rules!" The guard glared angrily, his voice full of indifference.
"Hahahaha, money? Is this enough? Also, who do you call sir?" More than a dozen crystal coins fell to the ground, and the prison fell into dead silence again.
"Walking!" A black light appeared on the opponent's chest out of thin air, and then the person turned into blood and mud like tofu. Christo, who was about to speak to stop him, kept his hand stretched out, but his expression looked extremely distorted.
"Since no one answered, let's kill them all, don't you think so, my lovely nephew." The man stood up slowly, and heads fell to the ground on the seats passing by.
"You...why are you here?" No matter how slow the Iron Tree Knight is, Christo now knows the other party's identity. Half-blood Elf, Dark Elf Queen, Four-Winged Killer, Master of the Arcane Blade, Donna! p>
"You human nobles really are all inhumane executioners regardless of region, so you can do your own thing!" As a breeze blew by, this person disappeared out of thin air.
The prisoners tied to the wooden stakes on the stage had already fallen to the ground. Christo's face turned livid when he saw this, but his clenched hands were slowly relaxing.