A girl dressed in men's clothing was imprisoned in a prison car and moved towards the old market in Rouen. She looked haggard because she had been tortured to extract a confession during the previous interrogation, and was finally threatened with a knife at her neck.
He signed a public denunciation (unconditional confession) and admitted his crime.
Ironically, being illiterate, she couldn't even understand the terms written in the public renunciation letter, so she hastily pressed the blood guide on it.
This is certainly not a fair trial. But how many times have public trials hosted by the Holy See been fair?
The French citizens who were watching knew nothing and only cheered for the girl outside the trial court. These stupid and superstitious mobs believed that the church was absolute justice. As long as the church believed that the girl was guilty, she was guilty. People could ignore the church and act like it.
The fabricated evidence can ignore the illogical testimony, the church members' unreasonable torture of the girl, and even the girl's insistence on her innocence from the beginning to the end.
Idiots ignored all this. They even forgot that this girl was the heroine who led the entire France to fight back against the British invaders and finally restored freedom to France in dire straits. They also forgot everything the girl had done to repel the British army.
Work hard and shed every drop of blood.
They don’t know anything, they only know how to believe in their God, and the church is the only spokesperson of God, and the church is the truth. The church says that this girl is a witch, and the church believes that this witch abused the name of God to do evil. The church says this
The girl's crime was so heinous that she should be sentenced to death, so she must die.
The method of execution is commonly used by burning witches ---------
Burning.
On the way to the execution ground, there were countless people watching. Some of the mob even threw rotten vegetables and rotten eggs at the girl in the prison car to insult her. The girl habitually closed her eyes and kept praying, as if doing so
It can isolate the world.
Pound!! However, a sudden loud noise on the road ahead attracted everyone's attention. The soldiers escorting the prison van also drew out their swords vigilantly in case someone came to rob the prison van. The progress of the prison van naturally slowed down.
About half a minute later, a knight walked towards the knight commander next to the prison car: "Sir, there is nothing unusual ahead. The cause of the loud noise was the collapse of an old building. Now the soldiers have speeded up to clean up the damage caused by the collapsed building."
We can pass the obstacle immediately."
"Very good." The Knight Commander nodded, "Give me the order. Stay alert and keep moving forward!"
The knight who was delivering the order then took off his helmet and shouted: "Stay alert and keep moving forward! Stay alert and keep moving forward!"
The knight who took off his helmet was a blond young man, probably less than twenty years old. He turned his eyes and looked at the girl in the prison car. The girl also interrupted her prayers because of the incident just now, and naturally opened her eyes and saw the boy.
However, she remained indifferent. As the prison van continued to move, she closed her eyes again and began to pray.
"Huh huh." The blond boy sneered and walked towards the back of the squadron, pretending to be issuing orders while staying away from the prison car.
The prison car continued to move forward, but the blond boy broke away from the queue and eventually blended into the crowd. It was clear that some soldiers left the queue escorting the prison car, but the other soldiers remained indifferent, as if this was a matter of course.
After blending into the crowd, the blond boy carefully walked through the crowd and finally walked into the alley. After leaving people's sight, he was originally wearing a knight's suit and transformed into an ordinary citizen wearing civilian clothes. A white parrot fell on
On the young man's shoulder, he whispered at a volume that almost no one could hear: "The test was successful. It seems that the effect of the illusion is perfect."
"Well. Thank you for providing the blood." The blond boy whispered: "Now go to the execution ground."
"When will we do it?" the white parrot asked again.
"Huh huh." The blond boy did not answer, but walked through the alley and walked straight to the center of the market, where the scheduled execution place was.
Inside the square was a huge wooden frame with straw piled around its periphery. Everything was set to be extremely flammable to ensure that once the fire was lit, the prisoner would be completely burned to charcoal and certain to death.
The weather was sunny and cloudless, with no signs of rain at all. It was probably someone who specialized in predicting astronomical phenomena who had judged today's weather from the very beginning and chose to take action on such a day. In any case, it is difficult for a girl to do so.
She was escorted to the center of the square and quickly tied to the stake by the soldiers. The soldiers also lined up in a circle to guard the outside to ensure that no one could rob the execution site midway.
On the execution ground, the priest was arranged to say the last prayer next to the girl, in the hope that the girl's soul would ascend to heaven smoothly after her death. However, the priest only prayed casually, his prayers were full of perfunctory, and his voice was even more obscured by the crowd in the square.
The noise of the citizens was easily covered. After this round of formal and careless prayers, the girl was ready to die. She asked the priest for a small wooden cross and hung it on her chest.
The blond boy mingled among the crowd and watched all this quietly.
An executioner brought a torch and began to light the straw in the center of the square. The straw surrounded the burning pillar in a complete circle, but there was no igniting material in the center of the burning pillar, so the wall of fire in that circle slowly rose up from all directions.
Surrounded the girl in the center of the burning pillar. The girl began to moan. She would not be swallowed up by the fire immediately, but would be slowly roasted by the high heat in the center of the wall of fire and die in extreme pain. This is the Holy See of Rome.
The method used by heretic inquisitors to burn witches to death.
The soldiers strengthened their vigilance. They surrounded the city outside with their shields and spears raised high to guard against anyone who might approach. The citizens watched all this from ten yards away. Once someone dared to cross the line and approach, the archers
They will immediately become alert.
This was a watertight execution ground. It was impossible for anyone to rescue the girl who was roasted by the fire from this configuration. The blond boy was still watching everything, indifferent.
The flames burned more intensely. The flames shot up into the sky, and even the soldiers subconsciously moved a step forward for fear of being affected by the heat. The young man turned around and left, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
After he walked to a deserted alley, the white parrot on his shoulder finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked: "Um... the person you want to save is about to be burned to death? Don't save her."
Is it really okay?"
"Don't you understand yet? That girl is just an impostor, not Joan of Arc herself." Arthur said.
"ha?"
"I just used the illusion brought by the dragon's blood to get close to her. She and I looked at each other. She should recognize my face, and she would definitely react when she saw me, but she was indifferent." The King of Knights said: "
In other words, this Joan of Arc was pretended by someone else. Well, the Holy See is so awesome. It actually has such a professional makeup artist who can make an ordinary girl look exactly like Joan of Arc. I almost wouldn’t recognize her. If it weren’t for her
She acted indifferently when she saw me. If I hadn't seen her trembling slightly on the stake, I would have gone to save her at all costs."
"...Isn't it normal to tremble?" White Parrot (Xiao Xing) asked puzzledly: "After all, she is also a human being. No matter how brave human beings are, they will be afraid of death at critical moments."
"The Joan of Arc I know can't." Arthur replied confidently: "The real Joan of Arc is the kind of person who can sacrifice everything for her ideals and move forward courageously. Even if she is betrayed by her own beliefs and her own country.
, she will never back down, even if her last breath is left. The girl who takes money to do things and acts as Joan of Arc's scapegoat just for money, no matter how superb her acting skills are, she will never be able to play Joan of Arc herself.
His character."
Pound! There was a loud noise in the market, which should be the sound of the torture rack collapsing in the heat. Arthur could hear a woman screaming from a distance. She should have been swallowed by the fire. However, Arthur did not
No matter, that woman is not the real Joan of Arc, so Arthur won't care about her life or death.
The question is, where is the real Joan of Arc? Is she now in the hands of the Romans, the French, or the British?
Arthur frowned deeply, thinking about what to do next. The amount of information was decisively insufficient. He had to find a way to get more information to save Joan from a disadvantageous situation. He wanted to obtain information in this world.
, Arthur alone is helpless, Merlin's support is absolutely necessary.
However, Merlin was ordered by Arthur to help Elaine from the beginning. The time and place of Elaine's arrival in this other world are uncertain. Merlin can only do his best to take care of the lost little confused, and up to now he has not even been able to communicate with her.
Arthur gets in touch.
Can we just wait patiently?
Just when the King of Knights was wondering, a crow suddenly jumped down from the rooftop in the distance. The crow looked at Arthur with its big red eyes, then suddenly turned around and jumped deeper into the alley.
The King of Knights then quickened his pace to follow. The crow jumped and began to flap its wings and fly, leading Arthur to somewhere east of the city.
Arthur followed the crow and soon arrived at an old barn isolated from other buildings. The citizens of Rouen were still busy watching the execution of the "witch", so naturally there was no one near the barn.
Arthur then boldly pushed the door open and went in. As soon as he entered, he was almost vomited by a strong smell.
"The table next to you has a mask on it. Wear it to block the smell." A voice in the barn said.
Arthur frowned slightly, walked to the table next to him without thinking, and took out a piece of cloth. It was a detail coated with special deodorizing powder. The cloth itself was quite delicate and could be considered a qualified filter cloth. Arthur tied it on
Use it as a mask on your face, and the special odor in the air is immediately neutralized.
"Do you need it?" Arthur couldn't help but ask Xiaoxing, knowing that dragons have a particularly strong sense of smell.
"No, I blocked off the respiratory system." Xiaoxing said. Dragons will not die even if they don't breathe for several days.
"Forget it." Arthur then walked boldly into the dark barn.
There, a big man in black clothes was fiddling with something. The human remains that had begun to smell and were neatly arranged on the table were being handled by the big man in black clothes and black gloves. On his side
Trembling slightly, he skillfully cut open the corpses, took out the internal organs, and soaked them in some kind of dark green liquid, seemingly for research purposes.
When Arthur got close enough, the big man stopped and turned around to look at the young man.
"What are you doing here, Elaine?" the King of Knights asked. (To be continued)