Crowds of people, old people, women, children, all crowded into the square, and the streets were deserted.
However, there was no look of excitement. Everyone had heavy expressions on their faces. The children who were ignorant of the world were covered by their mothers to prevent them from seeing the cruel scenery.
In the middle of the square, on a high wooden platform, a young man wearing a black coat was wearing a crazy smile, spreading his hands widely, and showing an action similar to "expressing emotions" toward the people gathered below.
He has white broken hair and a deep expression on his face. He looks a bit concerned about the country and the people. The black long coat below the knees wraps most of his body in black, with only the light red leaking from the collar.
The scarf and the horse head decoration on the shoulders are slightly colorful.
This man is no stranger to the French people.
Charles-Henri Sanson.
He is the fourth generation of a family of executioners in France that has been passed down from generation to generation.
On the eve of the French Revolution, he served as Louis XVI's executioner and executed many people. It can be said that he was quite famous in Paris and surrounding areas.
When talking about him, we have to mention the highly efficient beheading killing machine he brought.
It is not a conventional way to cut off a person's head with a sword, but a beheading machine [guillotine] specially developed for more efficient beheading.
The one who was tied up and pushed to the guillotine was a woman who had been gagged. Her face was full of horror. Tears of fear could not stop pouring out, and together with the saliva, they soaked the seal in her mouth.
Cloth.
"This woman! She stole the neighbor's cheese. Therefore, she will be executed!"
Sanson's eyes were full of violent expressions, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a condescending manner, as if he were a dictator.
"I...I don't care...I, I really don't care...It's just, it's just a piece of cheese..."
In the crowd, an old woman covered her face with her hands and muttered repeatedly in a low voice.
It seems that she is the [neighbor] whose things were stolen.
"She is a poor person and has three children. She is just a piece of cheese..."
She explained to the people next to her, but the people next to her had serious faces. No one offered words of comfort, and no one condemned the old woman.
"Okay! The time for execution has arrived!"
He had no compassion at all, he just looked at the sun, estimated the time, and issued the order.
However, there were no soldiers to help him.
He is only one person.
He himself activated the guillotine.
It can be seen that this guillotine does not exist here in the conventional sense, but is an equipment summoned by Sanson's magic power.
There is no doubt that he is a follower.
I am afraid that the weapon that comes with his arrival is not the strange-looking guillotine sword in his hand, but the guillotine behind him.
Blood splattered, and the black coat was stained with blood stains. The splashed blood beads stuck to his face and hair, and his smile dyed crimson became even crazier. There seemed to be a blood-red brilliance in his eyes, and he was wearing a
He was as delighted as a fanatical believer, showing a happy expression.
"Today's execution is over. Thank you all for coming to watch. See you tomorrow."
Saying such words, Sanson, with a happy and enthusiastic expression, like a gentleman, bowed deeply to everyone present, and then left from people's sight. The more he walked, the more faded his figure became, until
Finally, the whole person seemed to be transparent and disappeared.
"What the hell is this...how long are we going to have to endure..."
In the crowd, a mother who really couldn't stand it knelt down and hugged the child in front of her. The child was only five or six years old. It was a time of ignorance. He still couldn't understand why his mother was crying.
"If only I could be thirty years younger...bastard...bastard..."
The trembling old man, who was leaning on a cane, was also cursing in a low voice. Judging by his age, he was at least over seventy years old. No one expected a seventy-year-old old man who was holding a cane to go to the battlefield to fight against that kind of monster.
"It's okay... No, isn't there... Have you heard that in the northwest, there seems to be traveling knights, fighting evil dragons and sea monsters along the way..."
In the crowd, an old man who seemed to know something comforted the people around him. No one around him dared to say anything, but their eyes showed the expression "Please come before we are all dead."
Here is Nancy, a city in northeastern France.
This is a name that sounds very misleading. When I heard it was called [Nan] Xi, I thought it was in the south. In fact, it doesn’t matter at all. Nan is a transliteration and does not mean south. It is probably only a few countries in East Asia.
There may be such a misunderstanding.
Like Lyon in the south before, this place is also dominated by the Evil Dragon Legion.
However, the people who control this place are not flying dragons or sea demons, but servants.
A lone servant.
That is the executioner with a smile like a flower, that is the executioner with no mercy, that is the executioner who fights evil with evil.
In a word, he is the executioner. This is his only characteristic.
Of course the people in the city would not agree.
So, when he first arrived, there were several armed raids.
However, the gap between the power of humans and the power of Servants is really too big. Although Nancy, France has a numerical advantage, Sanson's combat effectiveness is superior. In the ranks of Servants, there is a superman who is stronger than Sanson.
They are everywhere, but to ordinary people, Sansong is already an enemy that is too strong to surpass.
After several armed conflicts, Sanson executed all the young men who opposed him.
Therefore, in the scene just now, there were only old people, women and children.
Of course, Sanson was not a killer or a massacre. He executed these resisters just because they resisted.
He considers himself to be a rather elegant person.
The rule he set is to execute one person every day. Of course, if there are special circumstances, there will be multiple executions. However, it will not stop.
To be honest, compared to the Southern Front and the Flying Dragon Legion led by Vlad III, this place is pretty good. After all, if only one person dies a day, it will only be 365 in a year.
In terms of the number of deaths, it was less than one percent of the casualties in the siege of Lyon.
This is also the reason why people in Nancy can barely live here.
This man did not set up any special inspections, and the gates were left open, allowing the people to escape from Nancy. In fact, as long as people left the gates of Nancy, he would never pursue them.
But even so, not many people escaped, and that's why.
On the one hand, Sanson's execution was relatively gentle compared to other methods of aggression.
There is no doubt that this place is a terrifying execution platform, but other places have long been transformed into places even more terrifying than the execution platform, Abi Hell.
On the other hand, although there are no flying dragons and sea demons in the city, but outside the city...the hungry flying dragons will not let go of these moving pieces of meat. Sansong does not have the ability to command the flying dragons and sea demons, nor does he have the courage. The executioner himself
Even if he was asked to command a large army, he could not do it even if he was asked to take orders from others. So he simply kept all the troops assigned to him outside the city and did not allow them to enter the city.
Sanson's original intention was not to destroy France too hastily. He had his own goals and his own ideas. Therefore, this rhythm was the best. Guarding the unimportant northeast by himself, he could follow his own
Think of executing the criminals one by one.
Return to your own residence - an ordinary noble villa in Nancy.
That was the place he took by force after executing the head of the family who tried to resist him.
Compared to places like the palace, this kind of villa for middle-class nobles made him feel more at ease.
Wiping the decapitating sword in his hand, Sansong murmured to it with a gentle expression.
"Today's execution was so sharp. It's really not my fault. However, it is still a little lacking. If the angle of the guillotine could be tilted to about three degrees, wouldn't it be more efficient? After all... it is
I want to cut off that lady's head. That beautiful, gentle lady, who is like the embodiment of all the beautiful words in the world... That is the existence that will bring the perfect execution to Marie-Antoinette. It is necessary.
Perfect. Ah... My beautiful Queen, thank the Dragon Witch for giving me a second chance to execute Her Queen. This time... I will definitely give her an absolutely perfect execution!"