After a night of thunderstorms, the cumulus clouds dissipated in the sky, and the morning glow was shining. The sleeping city of Goa ushered in a magnificent sunrise.

A beam of golden light shot through the narrow prison window and landed in front of Yousuf.

He stretched out his hand with iron shackles to let the light warm his palms. It could only exist for a short moment. As the sun moved away, it would soon be filled with dark, damp, moldy air again.

Today is the day of execution. He woke up very early, and that small barrel of wine obviously did not help much sleep.

Except for the specially arranged visit last night, everything is no different from usual.

The guard was still drunk, and the mice were still patrolling each other during the old time, and even the smell of bad breakfast was exactly the same.

The sunlight slowly took away, and the temperature on his hands disappeared little by little.

They came faster than expected, and there were not many people. The non-commissioned officer in military dress announced Yusuf's crime and verdict at the door, and then two fully armed soldiers stepped into the cell to lift him up.

He hadn't stood up straight for a long time and walked. He staggered for a while and almost stepped on the stairs several times.

The strong light from the outdoors made him unable to open his eyes, but he could still see the soldiers waiting in line in the small square, the city hall officials, representatives of the guild, and the farmers who rushed from nearby villages early in the morning.

The last time he was crowned him with such a big fanfare, but this time they saw him lose his head.

The Governor was still the Governor, still sitting in that position back then.

It can be seen that he has not been able to control his weight in the past few years, and the old armchair could hardly hold his huge body. The scorching sun and heat in the tropical areas were undoubtedly a great challenge for the Governor. He kept wiping the hot sweat from his forehead and neck.

Even so, he still tried to maintain his majesty. After all, a moment that was about to be recorded in history was about to usher in - as the governor of Portuguese India, he successfully crushed the rebellion of two generations of Sultans in Mombasa, and went through a long pursuit to bring the second generation of Sultans in exile to justice. He was sentenced to hang under the witness of the City Hall Court and the Inquisition.

From now on, the glorious name Antonio Manuel de Melo Costro Emendoza can finally have an important position in history that matches its length.

He couldn't help but begin to miss his cousin and prayed sincerely that his soul in heaven could witness this great moment together.

Someone behind him pushed him and urged Yousuf to move forward quickly.

In the center of the small square is a newly built gallows. Although they were temporarily built, their spectacularity far exceeds the actual functional needs.

Generally speaking, criminals sentenced to hang will be executed on the Great River of Gelles, while the unlucky person sentenced to stolen will be burned to death in Lazalu Square. However, given the dual identities of Yusuf's treason of the sultan of the pirate leader, the Goa government decided to deprive him of his life in public in the most prosperous areas near Zhijie to serve as a warning.

Yusuf walked through the crowd like a reef that separates the sea water. Wherever he went, the crowd automatically gave way for him. He stepped on the wooden steps of the gallows and rose step by step.

Yousuf walked under the noose, where the executioner and the priest were already waiting.

A corpse transport cart was parked below the execution platform. The two merciful cousins ​​who visited him last night were waiting aside. They were still masked, but Yousuf recognized them through his figure.

According to the plan, after the execution, Yusuf's body will be sent to the Governor's Wharf to be hung on the public to deter the sailors who want to do evil.

The soldiers in charge of escorting the troops completed the handover and retreated to the side, and the executioner took over the follow-up work. He signaled Yousuf to turn around and face the gorgeously decorated platform facing the Governor.

The distance was too far, and Yousuf could not see the expression on the Governor's face at all. He could only speculate through his shaking belly that he was trying to get up and prepare to speak. Based on his understanding of Governor, there would be a very long and boring time next.

He glanced at the vast crowd at his feet in boredom, and soon noticed the beggar standing outside the crowd.

She sat down along the wall wrapped in an old red sari, and placed the begging pottery bowl in front of her, but her eyes looked in another direction, as if she had no interest in the lively gathering.

The soldiers of the patrol also targeted the suspicious female beggar. A team of gun guards immediately approached and interrogated, trying to expel her from the small square.

The captain of the guard used the barrel to lift the gauze that covered her face and shouted loudly: "Look up!"

A pair of gray-green eyes looked at him as he spoke, clear and somewhat mysterious.

"What's the name?"

“Shima.”

The loud drums and cheering voices covered their conversation, and the Governor's speech finally ended.

The executioner put a black cloth pocket on Yousuf's head so that he would not scare the ladies and ladies who came to watch the ceremony when he hung his eyes and tongue. Then he stretched out the noose and put them on Yusuf's neck, and repeatedly confirmed the firmness of the rope.

The level of cooperation of the death row in front of him was much beyond his expectations. You should know that many people who were about to die would struggle wildly due to fear and despair. It is necessary to waste their skills by hanging them on the gallows. What's more, some were so scared that they were all pissed. The executioner had to hold them in while enduring the smell of smell.

The Governor was quite satisfied with his performance. He cleared his throat and announced to the people below: "Execution!"

The commissars in the guard of honor shouted one by one, passing the governor's order to the execution platform.

The last messenger stood attentively, puffed up his chest and shouted: "Okay——"

"Amen!"

The priest beside the executioner suddenly shouted, his loud voice overwhelmed the voice of the commander, which scared everyone around him.

The executioner looked at the priest with a blame, saying that this sentence should be kept until the prisoner ascended to heaven.

The next second, the cannon sounded roaring, and the burning shells flew to the arsenal by the river, causing continuous explosions.

The guests on the watchtower stand stood up in shock, and the people looked blankly in the direction where the black smoke rose, and were confused for a moment.

Just as everyone's eyes were attracted by the explosion, a gunshot was heard under the execution stage.

The short masked man was still smoking in his barrel, and the bullet shot accurately hit the noose on Yusuf's neck, knocking it into two pieces.

While the executioner was still stunned, the priest pushed Yousuf off the execution platform, and he also jumped onto the corpse-cart that was on standby off the stage.

The tall and strong masked man whipped the horse's buttocks, and the two horses were holding each other and neighed, pulling the wheel and running.

The short masked man jumped into the rear of the car, took out several muskets from under the car board like a magic trick and handed them to Yusuf and Father, and replaced them with the more powerful Mushkat heavy musket.

"Chasing, chasing prisoner-"
Chapter completed!