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"What are we doing now?" Visconti asked in a low voice.

Yang Hai looked at the soldiers walking out with dejected expressions around him and said, "Don't worry, since this is a scene battle, then we are still reading the plot. Wait a little while, and the mission will come to us."

Yang Hai's guess when reading the plot quickly became a reality. In the chaotic tavern, a bearded soldier trotted over with sweat and said with some dissatisfaction: "What are you doing here? You are General Faroya's personal soldiers. Go and report it quickly. This recruitment is very urgent! Hurry up!"

"Ah?" Yang Hai was stunned for a moment, reacted, and said, "Okay, are you going with us?"

"Of course!" said the bearded soldier: "Everyone under General Faroya's command is here, only a few little heads from your Lynch family are waiting for you! I guessed that you must have come to the whistle pub again." The bearded soldier said, while picking up a cup without hesitation and pouring the remaining half of the glass of wine in it, laughing and saying, "Let's go, show off on the battlefield and bring glory to your family!"

All five of them responded and followed the bearded soldier to the barracks outside the city.

When they walked out of the whistle pub, Yang Hai looked at this strange and familiar city. At this moment, Rahta was full of vitality. Although the outline of the Undead City could be vaguely seen, it had no sense of death. As they walked along the way, they felt that everything in the city was so real and within reach. Kakulucia, who had a relatively literary personality, sighed when she passed through the lively market and whispered to her teammates: "These innocent civilians. They don't know what fate they will be waiting for themselves."

Yang Hai took the opportunity to talk with the bearded soldier. After getting close to it just now, Yang Hai already knew the guy's name - Darren. He was a member of the sentry battalion under General Faroya. Their boss, General Faroya, was known as the military spirit of the Lahta Kingdom and was well-known.

"Darren...the recent rumors about His Majesty..." Yang Hai asked tentatively.

"Oh, don't mention it!" The bearded Darren, who was dancing with eyebrows, suddenly felt depressed: "It's really... since that incident... Your Majesty has indeed become a little different."

Yang Hai was thinking about how to indirectly, but the scene changed again.

After blindness and slight vertigo, the five people found that the scene they were in had changed. They were squeezed around in the crowded and noisy crowd. The five people had to pull each other's hands tightly so that they were not washed away.

"This is so painful!" Visconti yelled in the team channel: "We have to squeeze in front of the crowd, or they will become pie!"

"Then let's rush together!" Yang Hai shouted: "Winnie and Blake took the lead."

Visconti and Blake were both very strong, and a series of exclamations and scoldings suddenly came out of the crowd.

"What are you squeezing!"

"Who is behind it!"

"Ah! The little devils of the Lynch family!"

...

Yang Hai and others turned a deaf ear to this. With the burly bodies of Visconti and Blake, they quickly squeezed into the front.

Only then did they see what happened here. They came to the front of a square, which they had seen. It was the square filled with strange statues in the copy, on the way from the library to the city hall. But at this time, there were no strange statues on the square, only crowded people. It seemed that everyone in the city had come here.

In the center of the square was a huge gallows. Yang Hai saw something that was almost rotten - it seemed to be a person, right? He was not very sure - hanging on the gallows.

"This man has been in the water prison for a month." Blake suddenly said.

After Blake finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. His teammates looked at him with weird eyes.

"Why are you so sure to be a water prison?" Visconti asked with his eyes blinking, "That's right. What do you do in reality?"

"Hehe, hehe." Blake smirked twice, but didn't say anything. Everyone had no choice but to continue to pay attention to the plot.

The crowd in the north suddenly became a commotion, and then the crowd made way aside - or rather, it was cleared out by the soldiers. Soldiers wearing green armor and feathered helmets waved their spears and drove away the civilians in the north. The civilians seemed to be accustomed to this, and no one expressed their meaning, but just left silently in a mess of war.

A red carpet slowly unfolded from a distance and paved along the road that the soldiers cleared. The soldiers continued to expand the clearance range. Soon, a large area was cleared out from the north.

The nobles walked through the inner walls, walked through the city hall, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and walked on the red carpet, and came here. The arrival of the nobles did not cause much sensation. To the people, the nobles were above and were people from two worlds, just like two parallel lines that would never intersect, so what is there to talk about.

They were still excited about the people on the gallows.

"Ah! This magician who is confusing the crowd is finally going to be burned to death!"

"Shh! This guy claims to have mysterious power. What if he hears you say bad things about him, he will give you a bad curse!"

"How could he issue a evil curse? If he had really had this ability, he would have run away long ago."

...

Yang Hai looked at the sorcerer who had been tortured for a month on the gallows, who had been tortured to the point of being unhealthy. He listened to the discussions of the people around him and shook his head disapprovingly. In the ancient history of the forgotten continent, because the magic power of that era has not yet been deeply rooted in people's hearts and has become a system, in many conservative territory, the use of extraordinary spells will be regarded as an unknown sign. In these areas, only magical arts are allowed. If it is a spell like "ice arrow" and "arcane missile", it will be a tragedy once it is used - ah! You evil sorcerer, dare to control the mysterious power of cholera people's hearts!

The person in front of me is probably one of the millions of unlucky people. There are countless men and women who have been burned to death in this era. Yang Hai didn't know why Father Valentine showed them such a memory.

But... there should be a reason, right?

Kakulucia looked at him with pain because he was also a "sage warlock who confuses the public". He whispered to his teammates: "These ignorant civilians are speechless. The mage is not omnipotent. Who stipulates that if you master the mysterious power, you will definitely not be able to catch it and burn it to death?"

Their conversation was interrupted by music. Yang Hai had never heard of such an instrument, nor had he heard such music. With a somewhat funny song, the common people cheered.

"For the King!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the Kingdom of Rahta!"

...

As the people cheered, the king walked over on the red carpet.

The first thing that appeared in everyone's eyes were two shield-holding guards on both sides. They held up extremely gorgeous two-tall high shields carved with patterns, and walked in the front as a guard of honor. The king appeared in the square under the protection of the left and right. The guards had already built a temporary but extremely luxurious platform. The king's black pointed boots stepped on the guard's back to make steps and sat gracefully on the platform.

Seeing the king, Yang Hai and others couldn't help but shout.

This Lothar III was amazed at his heroic posture at first sight. The first thing that caught the eyes was the king's young face and his extremely dazzling bright golden hair. The king was not only heroic, but also extremely handsome. His half-length hair curled naturally, and his beard made the slightly young face calm and powerful.

Even Riorik, who was above the top, sighed: "When you refine your body for me in the future, you can refer to this young man's face. I am very satisfied."

The king raised his hand with a smile and pressed down.

Even so, the cheers were still as low as the tide. It took a while for a long time to completely calm down.

When the square was quiet, the king smiled slightly and said softly: "The judgment began!"

The slightly raised chin showed the young king's complacent ambition. But his soft voice was so clear that it showed his extraordinary strength.

Yang Hai opened his eyes wide and paid attention to every detail of the scene. This image came from Father Valentine's memories. Every abnormal place must be implied. Perhaps this is the key to solving the problem.

"This warlock, he is facing an unfair judgment." A man wearing a white cloak and wheat-colored hair and beard next to Yang Hai suddenly said.

Yang Hai was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked to the side. Some civilians were throwing stones and rotten vegetable leaves at the judge. Some were gloating about the torture he would be subjected to. Some were looking indifferently. They were indifferent to things that had nothing to do with them.

In this era, no one sympathizes with heresy.

Yang Hai subconsciously turned his head to look.

He saw a determined face and a pair of star-like eyes.

"Who are you?" Yang Hai asked subconsciously.

The man in white robe just smiled, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and he didn't answer, and turned his head and ignored Yang Hai.

After asking for something boring, Yang Hai became more and more sure that this NPC is not simple.

The trial has begun at this moment. Under the introduction of the executioner, the prime minister of the Kingdom of Lahta came out of the nobles and personally served as the judge of the criminal. Yang Hai thought about it. He didn't know much about Lahta, but he also knew that the prime minister was a high-ranking and powerful position. What did this heresy do to allow the prime minister to judge himself?

The Prime Minister is a middle-aged man with a bad appearance. Yang Hai took a few more glances and firmly remembered the face of this person who was very colorful in history but looked inconspicuous.

"Evil warlock, Sephron!" The prime minister's face was ordinary, but his voice was very loud. He shouted, "Do you know your guilt?"

"hey-hey."

The warlock, who was hanging on the gallows and motionless like a dead person, suddenly made such a sound.

Yang Hai and others couldn't help but feel creepy. The sound was really impressive, as if it was not coming from the throat, but directly from the soul. Yang Hai felt that the sharp laughter was like a thin needle, which pierced directly into his heart as uncomfortable.

"Do you know your guilt?" The prime minister frowned and continued to ask loudly.

Warlock Sefron never raised his head.

"What sin is there?" the warlock replied softly.

"You spread rumors in broad daylight that the powerful Lahta Kingdom is rotting and being worm-eaten from its foundation and will soon collapse. Wouldn't this bewitching people?" Prime Minister Moretti shouted.

"Sir, are I wrong?" Seffron was calm and did not look like a person hanging on a gallows. His hair was still hanging, covering his entire face. His almost completely rotten skin and clothes emitted a foul smell under the scorching sun. However, Seffron himself seemed to be without any discomfort. He spoke to the prime minister in such a manner, and at the beginning, his weak central energy seemed to be getting stronger and stronger: "Look at the nobles and royal families in this country, they had long been paralyzed by a little insignificant achievements, and thought they were wise and powerful, and they lived a luxurious life on fish and meat; the nobles were not enterprising, and the royal family was arrogant and extravagant. Isn't this country rotting? I just told the truth, but would I be punished like this?"

The prime minister was about to say something, but the king stood up and waved to show.

The prime minister closed his mouth.

Step by step, the king walked down the steps with the pitch-black pointed boots, and finally stepped down the platform on the back of the guard.

"You said that I am arrogant and extravagant. If you do not show evidence, I can push you to the guillotine just by slandering the king." The king's eyes were filled with anger and stood in front of Sephron.

"Why do people always do bad things and become accustomed to it?" Sefron said with contempt: "Do you hate you when you kneel on the ground and you are trampled on by the guards?"

Lothar III was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud: "They are all my loyal guards. It is their honor to serve me. Of course they will not have any complaints! Do you think it is, Cheney?"

The guard stood up in a hurry and said in panic: "Yes, serve... Your Majesty, yes, it's a humble position... honor."

"Is that true?" Sefron laughed and said, "The lying person has to have a broken tongue..."

As soon as Sefron finished speaking, the guard covered his mouth in horror and let out a scream. The people were in an uproar. The guard named Cheney's tongue was constantly swollen, and then evil sores began to splash on it, and pus was splashed everywhere. The guard screamed in pain, rolling on the ground, crying like a ghost.

Blake gasped: "This...what is going on?"

"Sefron has cursed the guard." Yang Hai and the man in white robe said in unison, and the two of them looked at each other.

"What kind of spell can produce such an effect?" Visconti also felt incredible.

"In the magic code, many spells have the effect of spiritualism." Yang Hai said: "This Severon is a bit of real ability. The guard is too far from him, so it is not surprising that he was cursed like this. However, there are prerequisites. If the guard himself did not lie, the spell would not take effect at all. This means that the guard still hated the emperor in his heart."

The man in white robe looked at Yang Hai for a few more times, but he still didn't say anything. He just kept it in mind - after all, it was almost impossible for civilians to have such insights.

Lothar III's face immediately turned red.

"The evil words confuse the public and execute them!"

The young emperor was still angry and didn't even look at it. He stepped past the escort rolling on the ground and walked back to the platform.

Sefron laughed.
Chapter completed!