The two of them stood out side by side, standing head and shoulders above the other seats.
Even if today's occasion is not suitable, people always have the illusion that a man is a talented man and a woman is good-looking.
Yes, from the male aristocrat in his thirties, he felt a good match for the thirteen-year-old girl.
The white-haired baroness glanced sideways, her smart eyes easily attracting the attention of others.
Klein observed it, followed her gaze, and saw the group of envoys from the northern countries.
Regarding today's public execution, several foreign envoys gave up observing and returned home early.
However, many people still chose to stay and witness the "witch" committing suicide with their own eyes.
Of course, the Kingdom of Gordon, which has the most tense relationship with the empire, is not included in this list. Their mission did not even participate in the trial, but stayed behind the scenes and directed the northern countries to seek compensation from Greybean.
Klein yawned and felt tired.
He believed that this kind of show-like execution was meaningless.
"Are you attending on behalf of the Congress? Lord Klein..."
The white-haired girl next to her asked, and the servant below her raised the plate high and handed the bright red wine glass to the girl.
Klein looked at the scarlet and viscous wine and felt a discomfort in his stomach, so he answered casually.
"Isn't this what it should be? Someone needs to oversee this execution, and both houses will send representatives."
The girl raised her little finger, raised the wine glass to her mouth and took a sip.
There was a drop of bright liquid hanging from the corner of her mouth, which looked a bit coquettish, but she wiped it away with a towel immediately.
Klein always had the illusion that the white-haired girl next to him was drinking human blood...
"I knew your mother and I'm sorry for her passing..."
These words seemed to be mentioned by Klein intentionally or unintentionally, but they did not cause any abnormal reaction from the girl. The other party just replied calmly: "This happened last month, and now I am representing the Lugosi family...
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Well...the Lugosi family.
Of course Klein knows what this last name represents.
They are not the richest, nor the oldest, nor the most powerful.
However, the Lugosi family is the most bizarre and bizarre in the entire empire.
This family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and each generation has a baroness. They only accept bride-in-law weddings, but they cannot give birth to boys.
Their territory is in a remote place, which is difficult for outsiders to enter, and they hardly hold any social activities to invite outsiders.
All communication with the outside world is that the owner goes out on his own. For example, now, he is here to observe executions.
However, even if their pedigree is weird, the status of the Lugosi family cannot be ignored.
Each of their baronesses has left a significant footprint in the history of the empire, just like this Miss Remilia. Her mother is Cornelia Lugosi, who is also tall and white-haired.
The female aristocrat is deeply trusted by the Queen because she provided military support to the Queen and helped her ascend to the throne.
There are more strange things about the Lugosi family. Their baronesses generally do not live long. Cornelia died last month, no more than thirty-five years old. Almost all the baronesses in the family are in this age group.
Those who died left or right would be inherited by their minor daughters.
The white hair and stunning beauty are like inherent genes, engraved in the blood of the Lugosi family and passed down continuously.
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The sound of rapid footsteps sounded outside the silent Police Bureau cell.
The groggy Abigail looked up at the light-transmitting slit, feeling the sunshine of the "doomsday".
For her, her end will soon come.
boom!
The door was opened, and two executioners from the Bright Light Realm carried her out, carried her out of the gate of the Police Bureau branch, and dragged her to the square.
The crowd of onlookers left a direct path to the burning rack, holding up plaques and insulting Abigail.
Various rotten fruits and rotten eggs were smashed on her head, making the already filthy Abigail even more blurry.
From the stinking transparent mucus, Abigail looked at the people who hated her.
Most of these people are the lower-class citizens of the empire, factory workers, oppressed tenant farmers, and women without power.
In the past, these people were the recipients of Abigail's rescue. Her reports revealed the bourgeoisie's exploitation of the people at the bottom, complained about the harsh environment in factories, and strived to fight for the benefits they deserved for the poor.
However, now, she is hated and cursed by these people. They use the most vicious eyes to send her to the stake where she will be burned to death.
The bourgeoisie who were originally dissatisfied with her, dressed in bright clothes and wearing lace parasols, stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching today's crazy performance with amusement.
When did he become the public enemy of the country?
Abigail's vague consciousness kept asking herself, she was now as stiff and fragile as a bunch of dead tree trunks being dragged away.
She wanted to cry, but her body didn't have the moisture to fill her tears.
She also prayed. In that dark prison, she prayed to countless gods.
Whether it is the Supreme Will or the five main gods.
She broke her head and the scar dried and broke, but still no so-called god cared for her.
Stupid gods and faith...
Mr. Yi never contacted her again, and the sheep skull statue was confiscated by the Inspection Bureau after that day.
Abigail fell into the abyss and had no chance to resist.
In the square, everyone witnessed her being tied to the stake, and the sharp branches under her feet stung Abigail's skin mercilessly.
Judge Wendell, who sentenced her to be burned at the stake, came to the stage and began to read out a long list of charges and old code regulations.
Klein, who was sitting in the VIP seat, sat upright, crossed his arms, and changed his posture.
"Do you know today's protagonist?" The girl Remilia covered her mouth with a fan again and said softly.
"No, I don't know..." Klein responded calmly, and then said, "After reading several of her manuscripts, it's hard to believe that a witch could write it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The manuscripts Klein mentioned are roughly the reports of emerging newspapers in the past.
Abigail's article attacked the booming capitalism, which was a happy thing in the eyes of the old aristocracy.
Because "landlords" like them have been crushed by the times, the value of land crops is far less than in the past. The old aristocrats cannot be supported by the production of tenant farmers alone, let alone the tenant farmers themselves. Many people have been
Many of the old aristocrats who were forced to move into cities to become workers, but could not keep up with the industrial revolution, went bankrupt.
It can be seen that the old aristocrats did not support industrialization, and the old aristocrats who saw the right time to enter the industry became the new aristocrats and made a lot of money.
The wheel of history could not resist, and the property of the Besarius family had shrunk a lot compared to that of its ancestors.
From his standpoint, he really looks down on these nouveau riche who have reaped the dividends of the times. It is a pleasure for someone to write an article and criticize them.
"It's a pity... If she is not a witch, I would like to get to know this lady." Klein sighed.
Dame Remilia let out a faint smile and looked meaningfully at the execution platform.
There, Judge Wendell had finished his speech, and the executioners from the Realm of Bright Light came forward holding torches and oil barrels high.
The people's shouts reached their highest peak, and countless people were looking forward to Abigail's quick death.
In her blurred eyes, Abigail filtered out all the curses. She seemed to be caught in a flashback before her death, and saw Stephen standing outside the newspaper office waiting for her to get off work as before.
With a slight smile on her lips, Abigail relaxed her mind and body, felt sleepy, and lowered her eyes slightly.
But at this moment, she heard a call from the depths of her soul.