Where there are people, there is evil, and where there are nobles, there will naturally be no shortage of joy. The sky in the thundery moon is as gloomy as a black and white oil painting, waiting for the brilliant colors.
The city lord Frank drinks and sings all day long, while his contract beast worm quietly kills those who betray him. The chaos in Parma City will rise again, and perhaps only killing can drain everyone's excess energy.
Prisoner torture is a traditional program in all the principalities of the continent of Austria, because in the eyes of the world, those who committed crimes should have been sent to the stake.
The reason why it is not so direct is the mercy of the gods. But this mercy is an extremely cruel purgatory, and the flames will eventually turn everything into ashes, regardless of each other.
The shackles made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the bluestone road, and the prisoners slowly walked out one after another. The drizzle wet their pale faces, washing away the so-called crimes.
Although Pama City is not big, it is still far superior to Aogu City. But there is no king, no great mage and divine knight, only one after another chaos.
Pointing is the kindest sign, and harsh words are the gentlest criticism. Stones and rotten vegetables kept flying in the air, and the hidden blades cut the prisoners' arms.
The gates on three sides were slowly closed. Under the seriously ill guard, not even a single ant would be let go. The warden raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, but when he fell, he took away the life of a prisoner.
Laughter broke out everywhere, and abuse and humiliation drifted away in the drizzle. If Cisse High Court is a place of freedom, then Parma City is a hotel for demons.
Here, strength is more straightforward than gold coins, and it is normal for professionals to bully the poor. And prisoners who are caught in prison naturally become everyone's punching bag.
"Everyone, today is the annual 'Survivor Game' day. I won't repeat the rules. Kill! Release!"
The warden waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to untie the prisoners' shackles. In an instant, these unkempt people dispersed, but everyone onlookers stood silently without any action.
The Survivor Game is a prisoner torture show held every year in the Thunderstorm Month in Xisepamar City. These prisoners are all carefully selected ordinary people, but at the same time they are very strong.
The "survivors" have twenty minutes to escape from the moment their shackles are removed. During this time, anyone can capture or mark them.
During the whole day of the "Survivor Game", Pama City will close all city gates and release all city guards and supervisors.
The setting sun engulfing the horizon is the only prize, which is the supreme honor called freedom, and it is the redemption of one's own crimes.
During this period, anyone can obtain rewards by beheading their heads. Ten gold coins for each prisoner, although not much, is still a considerable windfall.
For countless poor people, this money is their hope for a whole year. As long as one can be killed, the whole family can be guaranteed to have enough food and clothing.
Time passes slowly, the fluorescence on the top of the staff shines brighter and brighter, and the fighting spirit on the rapier gradually stagnates. The shovel and spatula are raised high, the hunting dogs keep barking, and the skylark quietly rises into the sky.
"The time is almost up, so... let's go kill! This year's bounty has doubled. This is the favor of the city lord Frank!"
The warden looked at the sky, then smiled and announced that the game had officially begun. However, people did not follow him in praising the city lord, but chose to turn away and leave.
There are no so-called noble games in Parma City, because this place is a whole, and everyone's one will condense into chaos and eventually be attached to the city wall.
In the drizzle, screams were everywhere, curses and slanders mixed into a whirlpool, pulling Pama City into the abyss. The so-called "misunderstanding" was just a personal grudge between enemies, and the so-called "unprepared" was just a lack of skills. In the survivor game, everyone is a participant, and everyone is a hunter or a beast. The blade of revenge is sharp, but the dagger that comes quietly is more deadly.
Fighting energy flickered in the hazy mist, and fireballs and wind blades condensed by magic power came and went. City Lord Frank stood on the balcony, watching these scenes coldly, and a tiny worm was floating in the teacup.
Parma City is the smallest town in Cisse, but it is also the most coveted utopia. Because here, strength is the symbol of unimpeded passage, without the pretense of aristocrats, and there is no so-called intrigue.
However, the continuous influx of people has overwhelmed the city of Parma. There is a shortage of food and drinking water. Stone houses that are hard to find are hard to find, and the streets are extremely congested.
Therefore, the "Survivor Game" has become an indispensable decompression tool. Frank, the city lord, does not care how many people die, let alone who they die.
Death is the best gift to the current city of Pama. All conflicts are just differences between people, but the essence of this game is to infinitely magnify differences.
The clear stream of the Virgin Mary Fountain was dyed red with blood, and then filled with broken limbs. The holy place that was supposed to praise the gods has now become the back garden of the devil.
The broken sword blade cut through the mist, but outside the mist was endless unwillingness and humiliation. The broken magic crystal was lifeless, and the blood-stained robe was as greasy as a shroud.
The prisoners at the end of their rope either chose to fight back or ran into the thick fog again. Their heads fell to the ground one after another, and a lot of gold coins were put into their arms.
But more people choose not to get rewards. They enjoy the thrill of hunting and are completely happy with it.
Gold coins can be obtained through work, but the pleasure of killing only occurs once a year. Therefore, compared to those professionals, ordinary people yearn for blood and screams more.
The desire to survive is certainly strong, and the tense nerves exceed the limit. But quantity is the only criterion for measuring the outcome. Each prisoner was beaten into a pulp with a shovel, and his shriveled eyeballs were mixed with flesh and blood, and left along the sewage ditch.
The crisp bells rang in Pama City, and the last hour had arrived. The souls of those who had been hesitant before instantly boiled, and the daggers of their companions were inserted into their bodies.
In Parma City, there is no grudge accumulated for more than a year. This is the good intention of the city lord Frank, and it is the most effective means to quell disputes.
Grudges make people ugly and make them forget their identity. Being disturbed by that kind of emotion will not bring any benefits to Pama City, but will actually become a stumbling block.
But even so, people who keep calm still exist. A certain dark alley is covered by a few burly men, and a little light pierces the thick fog.
"I'm troubling you again this time. Don't worry, we will win your freedom." The seriously injured man slowly opened his eyes and said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, I believe in my intuition, and I believe in the will of the gods." The girl replied with a smile while wrapping the bandage.
A moment later, a flash of orange dispelled the fog, announcing the end of the game. The warden counted the heads around him and then bowed and saluted.
"Thank you for your active participation. A new game has begun. I believe that at this time next year, we will be standing here alive again."
A burst of cheers erupted in Pama City, and at the same time, the three closed city gates were opened again.