In the evening, Knight Virgil rushed into the lord's office with hurried steps. Rhodes was sitting at the table, reviewing the manuscript handed over by Alvis. As the progress of the project accelerated, various things increased a lot.
For example, the supply of materials and food for the engineering team. Although Alves is now Rhodes' assistant, he can't handle everything by himself yet. Rhodes still needs to review the accounts. And seeing Virgil's hurried look
, Rhodes immediately put down what he was doing and raised his head to stare at him.
"Why is it so urgent? Sit down and talk slowly."
"Norscan, there is a Norscan who raped a girl in the town. Now, Celta has arrested him and is waiting for your punishment." Virgil said impatiently, "But this Norscan criminal
The relatives and brothers blocked Celta at the door and wanted to ask Celta for help."
"How old was the girl who was raped?"
Rhodes dropped the pen in his hand and asked with a serious expression.
"At the age of fourteen, her family claimed to kill the man who raped her."
"It's normal. According to the law, anyone who rapes a young girl will be severely punished."
"But the Norscan did not want to be punished, and his men surrounded Celta to prevent him from taking the criminal to the castle."
"take me."
After briefly understanding the situation, Rhodes picked up the bluestone, pressed it on the manuscript, and followed Virgil out of the castle to learn about the situation.
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After walking out of the castle gate, the town was already filled with onlookers. The crowd was so loud that it almost formed a fight between two factions. Mrs. Kislev naturally stood on the side of the victimized girl and her family, while Noska
The people formed a gang of their own to support this troubled Norscan companion.
In Norsk, a drunk man can do anything, and sometimes it is normal to rob women to become their wives. However, this is not the case in Kislev. Although the system in Kislev is not perfect,
But it can be regarded as a country governed by order, with its own laws. According to the law, raping a girl under the age of fifteen must receive twenty lashes. As for whether the person is still alive after the twenty lashes, it does not matter. Living,
Spare his life. If you die, you will die. He deserves it. Of course, the reality is that few people can withstand these twenty lashes.
When Rhodes arrived, the two gangs were standing in the street confronting each other. The victim's family was filled with grief and anger. The girl was still underage and suffered such humiliation. Anyone who saw it would be filled with indignation.
Rhodes first paid attention to the girl's injuries. She was a little frightened and in a daze. A wound like a bite from a wild beast extended from her neck to her collarbone. You can imagine what kind of atrocities this Norscan man had committed previously.
"Celta, give me the man."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Rhodes walked up to Celta again and ordered his men to hand over the offending barbarian.
Soon, Serta walked into the house and pushed the rapist out. He had a dusty face, a strong body, and skin as white as the snow in late winter, typical of northern barbarians.
"Did you rape her?"
In full view of everyone, Rhodes stood in front of the Norska prisoners and asked loudly.
"Huh, I did it."
The Norscan man responded loudly, with an arrogant and domineering attitude. The Kislev people behind him immediately burst into noisy curses. At the same time, the Norscans on one side of the street stared at Kislev opposite.
Madam, the situation is very explosive.
"You admitted it and acted according to the law."
Rhodes continued.
"Law? This is your law, not my law. The tribe has no such law."
The Norscan prisoner had his hands tied and continued to resist arrogantly.
"Then tell me, what is your law?"
Rhodes asked coldly.
"According to our laws, I should marry her. Let her be my woman."
cried the Norscan.
"No, this is not your tribe, this is Black Hammer Castle, this is Kislev. I don't care which tribe you come from, I only know that now, you are on my territory and you must abide by my laws.
."
Rhodes said loudly.
The Norscan criminal was speechless for a moment, but he was still unwilling to compromise.
"Fuck the law! I won't follow it!"
yelled the Norscan prisoner.
"I don't care whether you want to obey it or not. In my territory, you must obey my laws."
"What if I say no?"
The big Norscan man was arrogant and arrogant.
"Then you can try. I once killed a vampire lord by myself. If you want to try, I can let you try."
Facing the arrogant prisoner, Rhodes just returned coldly. The white bear Ursock walked out of the crowd, opened its bloody mouth, and roared at a group of troubled Norscans.
.The Norscans in the front row suddenly started to tremble...
Soon, heavily armed guards ran from the castle. They passed through the downtown area and surrounded a group of troublemaking Norscans.
At this time, the Norscans panicked. No lord would massacre the residents in his castle, but it seemed that the white bear lord was not afraid. They saw him standing there like a giant beast, with a piece of paper between his sleeves.
The dark red dagger is vaguely visible. Even from a distance, the crowd can feel the oppression it brings.
"When you come to me, you must abide by my laws. Blackhammer Castle is not a tribe. If you want to run wild on this territory, then don't blame me for being rude to them. Follow me, abide by my laws, and I will lead you
You win the battle and gain supreme honor and status. If you confront me, I will show no mercy. Blackhammer Castle defeated an entire Horde army, just because you guys want to cause trouble, and you are so naive."
Facing the arrogant Norscans and the angry Kislev people, Rhodes spoke loudly. He deliberately made his voice louder in order for everyone to hear. This punishment was no longer a simple one.
Punishment is related to Rhodes' prestige among the people. Rhodes knew that if it was not handled well and the people were filled with resentment, all the efforts in the past two years would be in vain.
Finally, under the double pressure of the white bear and the guards, a group of Norscans from the north retreated. They stopped shouting and remained silent.
"Celta, follow the rules."
After shocking the Norscans, Rhodes handed the whip to Celta. After all, he was responsible for managing the Norscans. If anything happened, he must preside over and rule.
"You're Norscan too!"
In full view of the public, the Norscan criminal was about to be punished. He struggled and shouted at Celta, trying to persuade him and awaken the plot of his native land.
However, Celta, who had experienced rebellion, knew that the lord he was following had no room for negotiation. After only hesitating for less than a second, Celta raised his long whip and threw it hard at the Nobel lair.
Scar rapist's face.
Suddenly, the criminal's skin was torn open and blood spurted out from his mouth... This was not an ordinary whipping. There were iron bars on the whip, so not to mention twenty lashes, four or five lashes were enough to kill someone.
Under the setting sun, the Norscan criminal knelt on the ground, beaten to a bloody pulp. Gradually, the kneeling position turned into a lying position... The strong body was already broken after being whipped repeatedly, and the entire back was almost broken...