Several pale and trembling villagers stood in a row in a long room.

This is their first time to come to Madrid and also their first time to enter a big city, but what awaits them is a terrible fate.

In addition to those who were killed by the search team on the spot, the men from Heitan Village, including the village chief, were escorted to Madrid.

For this, the Madrid search team paid a considerable price.

After confirming that Juana and others were found out, the search team sent people to ask for help from other companions who were sent out. At the same time, they quickly covered up the traces of those who had been killed before and hid them carefully in the village.

But even so, they still revealed their whereabouts.

In order to transport Juana and others' bodies back to Madrid, the search team and the Barrialido people who came to find out the news because they found strange news nearby, launched a cruel mutual pursuit and massacre.

When the Barrialidots finally discovered something strange near the village not far from the Segovia Ferry and sent a large number of troops to investigate what happened, the search team had already brought their "trophy" across the Segovia Ferry and fled to an area controlled by the Madrid.

In this way, Juana's whereabouts were naturally leaked, but the Valliardotes did not know that the Madrid people were taking away several corpses put into coffins.

But of course, this will not be hidden for long. As the coffins enter Madrid, a real storm has inevitably come.

The villagers were escorted to the palace and walked into such a luxurious place for the first time, but they had no idea where they were because of panic.

They only knew that when they saw them, the people around them burst out with terrible anger. The noble men who were well-dressed and looked noble in their identities rushed towards them like a group of the most barbaric thugs.

If the guards had not tried their best to stop them, they might not have had time to be sent to the young nobleman in front of them, and would have been torn to pieces by the angry people on the way.

Of course, these villagers don’t know how many of the nobles were really angry and how many were just to act like a prescription. It would be fine to say that they had the attitude of being a minister, but some of them still lost their lives because of this.

Unfortunately, the culprit who was killed in the chaos was the village chief.

"You murdered those poor people."

The young nobleman's tone was very calm, but the more this happened, the more uneasy the villagers felt. They already knew what kind of terrible fate would be waiting for them, but they still hoped that miracles would appear with some luck.

"Master, we didn't harm them with our own hands..." A villager mustered up the courage to defend himself.

"But you watch them die," Alexander interrupted him. "Or you did it completely intentionally, yes, you know that the road is very dangerous. The road surface has formed collapsed mud ditches due to years of erosion. What is the result of such a carriage walking on it just by thinking about it, so you don't have to do anything, just stand there and watch."

Alexander said quietly, his tone was always calm without any ups and downs. It seemed that what he was saying was just a small thing, but his words made the person who heard them couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"Think about it, they fell into that deep ditch, and the mud and sand around them kept pouring down, pouring into the car and gradually submerging their bodies. They crawled out desperately, and perhaps asking for help from you, but you just stood there looking at the poor people indifferently, watching them struggle, wailing in despair, and perhaps the curse on you before they died, and then they were submerged in the mud and water alive."

Alexander said slowly, the whole hall was so depressing that it was almost breathless. Someone pulled his collar hard and seemed to take a breath, but seeing the rest of the people around him motionless like sculptures, he couldn't help but slowly put his hands back.

"You are guilty," Alexander raised his tone slightly. He looked at the villagers in front of him calmly. Whether out of need or the actions of these people, he did not hesitate about the impending verdict, but for some reason he was speechless. "You will be sentenced to beheading, your heads will be used for public display, your bodies will be burned, and you will be forever fallen into hell for the sins you committed."

"I want to repent!" A villager suddenly shouted, and he rushed forward desperately regardless of the pulling of the guards beside him. "I want to find a priest, I don't want to go to hell. You have no right to judge my soul, God will forgive me!"

Alexander looked at him and shook his head. His voice was still calm, but there was no doubt about it: "You will not be forgiven, because even the Pope will not help you to free your soul, because you do not know who you are murdering."

Hearing Alexander's words, the man was stunned. He couldn't stop struggling and stared blankly at the young nobleman opposite him.

"You have murdered your queen and her husband, Prince Philip, son of Emperor Maximian, and the queen's most trusted pastor, the chief judge of the religious court, and God has sent us to punish heresy and evil warrior Pastor Tongo Mada, who has violated you, is God."

Alexander's words shattered the villagers' last hopes in an instant. They looked at the person in front of them who announced their fate in a daze. Then one of them suddenly screamed in horror, and his body softened to the ground. At the same time, a foul stench spread from the floor beneath him.

"You are not heresy, so you will not be sent to the stake. And you are destined to be disgraced for the crimes you have committed. This is the punishment you deserve. This is the punishment I give to you according to the laws of Castile and the powers given to me by the nobles." Alexander stood up slowly, and under the gaze of the people around him, he looked down at the villagers who were pressed to the ground. "I am Joel Modillo Astamara, Queen Juana's cousin, Prince of Castile."

The trial was over, but in fact, this trial was just a formality from beginning to end, which had an extremely important role and far-reaching significance to many people.

For the first time, Alexander officially appeared in front of the Castilla nobles as Prince Castilla. This step is of great significance to Alexander himself and to these nobles who participated in his association.

From this moment on, Alexander will completely put aside all concealment, excuses and disguise, and will appear before people as the heir to the throne of Castilla after Juana's death.

This means that he inevitably competed for the throne with Juana's children. This scene reminded many people of the war for the throne between Isabella and Juana.

History is so similar, it seems that everything is just wandering in place and never takes a real step.

The execution after the trial was, as Gonzalo hoped, with him as the supervisor of the execution.

Alexander knew that Gonzalo was ending the relationship with Isabella in this way that lasted for many years.

From then on, Gonzalo de Cordoba and the descendants of Astamara, a group of Isabella, had no connection with them.

The execution was carried out in the palace, because news about the murder of Juana and his wife finally spread.

Madrid people were completely shocked by this horror. People first asked each other, "This is not true," and after receiving more and more affirmative answers, people started to cry loudly.

Many people start to do all kinds of crazy things because of their anger, and some even harm their bodies in extreme ways. It seems that all this is because of their own fault.

The Madrid nobles began to panic. They could not have imagined that Juana would have such an impact among the ordinary people, but soon they understood what was going on.

In a very short period of time, two Castile queens passed away, and this blow was indeed shocking.

The people believed that this was God's punishment of Castilla, at least punishing the Astamara family.

But soon people heard another rumor that made it even harder for them to accept.

"The queen was killed, but not by those lowly villagers, but by someone who had long wanted her life."

Once such a message spreads, the public's anger can be imagined.

They asked loudly who the murderer was who said this terrible guess?

And the answers they received were ambiguous, but they were so clear.

"Have you ever heard of the Queen being imprisoned before?"

"If the Queen dies, who can get enough benefits?"

"Why did the Queen suddenly leave her Valyaridod, and even run away desperately with her husband and pastor?"

"I heard that Prince Philip is in poor health, but that's it. They would rather escape from Barrialido. So what are they afraid of?"

People ask questions, but they get only rhetorical questions.

But these rhetorical questions are so clear that they point all the targets to someone.

Ferdinand!

Even though no one really said this name, even ordinary people who have no knowledge know who people are suspicious of.

And this suspicion does not require evidence or even reasonableness. It is enough for people to know that there is a person who has reason and ability to do these terrible things.

Madrid people are boiling with anger!

Even the Madrid nobles dare not imagine the terrifying scene when they saw angry people rushing to the palace!

It seems that nothing can stop them, and any obstacles that try to block them will be torn, trampled, and crushed into powder without mercy!

This is the power of the people, and it is the terrible destructive power that an angry people can burst out.

Not only did the nobles dare not stop them, they even dared not appear in front of the people.

Because at this time the civilians are the most angry and irrational, when they are completely ignited by anger, they will only think of destroying everything.

They would think that as long as they were nobles, they colluded with Ferdinand, and they did not need a reason, but just wanted to take the opportunity to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts.

Therefore, they cannot tell the difference between enemies and me at all, so even their supporters may become pitiful victims of their anger.

However, when the people came outside the palace, they were blocked by the guards who had been prepared.

Excellent swords, guns, armor, muskets, and cannons.

When these armed troops appeared in the eyes of the people, the angry people seemed to calm down a little.

Then someone started shouting loudly to the palace, asking the mayor and General Gonzalo, who was said to be in the palace, to come out, to tell everyone the truth, and to hand over the murderers who killed the Queen's family to them.

Amid the constant shouts of the people, Don Banderaz appeared.

The mayor of Madrid asked the public to calm down in a humble tone that he had never seen before. He kept waved to everyone, and then proved people's speculation to the respected citizens who were elected to speak to him in a sad tone.

"The Queen was murdered by those people. Now her poor soul has gone to heaven. Although this is God's arrangement, please believe that I feel as sad as you."

After the mayor finished speaking, he suddenly became stronger again, and he called the people to announce: "But fortunately His Highness Joel Modilo Astamara has made justice for the poor Queen, and His Highness has felt that those people were beheaded, and that they were carried out by General Gonzalo himself."

The mayor's explanation eased the anger of the citizens a little, but even so, people were still extremely angry.

Especially the ordinary people standing further away, they did not vent their results after hearing the words from the front. On the contrary, they became even more angry because they were unable to punish the criminals with their own hands.

"Master! We need to know who the mastermind is!" Someone suddenly shouted in the crowd, "Is it that person? Did he murder the Queen's family?!"

This question shocked Don Banderaz.

Although Juana's accidental death can bring unexpected benefits to them, Don Banderaz deeply knows that this is a double-edge sword.

When using this sharp sword to stab the enemy, you may hurt yourself at any time.

So he knew that the people's attention must be drawn as soon as possible to where they needed it, and at this time he had no time to discuss with Alexander in the palace.

what to do?

Sweat suddenly emerged from Juan Fernando Don Banderaz's head!

He knew the next decision he was going to make might affect the fate of the entire Bandraz family.

Whether it is to become the future upstart of Castilla, or to shame the family of surnames, or even the entire family may be destroyed, the struggle at this moment is like torment for Don Banderaz.

Next, Don Banderaz almost forgot what he was saying at the time. His ears buzzed, and his whole body was numb because of excitement. He didn't know that this was the result of adrenaline stimulation, but he clearly heard the wave-like roar caused by his words.

"Punish the mastermind! Go to Valyaridod! Punish the mastermind! Go to Valyaridod!"

The people's shouts went higher and higher, and finally someone stood up and began to call on the people: "Go and petition to Prince Qiaoer, and ask the prince to take us to Barrialido to punish the murderer!"

First, there were a few people, and then someone joined, and then more and more people started shouting!
To be continued...