The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

Vol 4 Chapter 974: you repent

"The hero who troubles the heroes (

On the morning of August, the sun was particularly dazzling in the early morning, and the temperature blown down by the sea breeze at night rose slowly.

Just after seven o'clock, many people came to the square in front of the court building.

On the roof of a small building next to the square, two people sat looking at the high platform in front of the court building.

This high platform is more than one meter high and the area is about the size of a basketball court. A scale is embroidered with gold thread on the white silk curtain hanging behind it.

Ji Shijun stuffed the oil lamp he just bought at a high price into his pocket, and closed the lid regardless of the protests inside.

Auston I next to him touched his chin and said, "I didn't expect you to be so rich."

Ji Shijun shrugged and said, "That's my wife's book that I've kept for so many years. It's all smashed out now."

King Auston I patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, your wife will be born next year, so you can save it slowly."

Ji Shijun didn't want to take this one, now everyone in the slime guards who came to destroy the undead knew about it.

He took out the bong and lit the tobacco, took a puff, and said, "I never imagined that Charles would give this oil lamp to anyone."

King Auston I also took out his pipe, and said at the same time: "When people are in extreme emotions, they will do things that others seem incomprehensible. He didn't go to prison to be a bit sensible."

Ji Shijun turned his head to look at him and asked, "What would you do if Charles was going to jail?"

Auston I smirked twice.

Ji Shijun breathed out a smoke ring and said to himself, "Last night I saw a idiot in a Batman suit hiding in a nearby corner. I thought it was you."

Auston I glanced at him and replied, "I saw a sand sculpture dressed like Zorro last night, have you seen it?"

The next moment, the two guys tacitly stopped mentioning this.

Ji Shijun sighed: "I never imagined that someone as capable as Charles would be helpless in this matter."

"Inevitably." Auston I said seriously: "He is still too floating to sink into this world."

"They are like children, they know that boiling water is hot, and they have used boiling water to scald ants, but when they are holding boiling water, the water has been kept in the thermos cup, and they have never been scalded by boiling water, so this pot of boiling water is poured on their heads. It's time to let them know what boiling water is."

Ji Shijun nodded, Auston I had known Charles for a longer time, had more contact with them, and understood them better.

As Auston I said, Charles knew that there were class contradictions in this world, but he was always on the side of the beneficiary in his life, and was sheltered by a group of bigwigs. When he was whipped back then, Elizabeth soon protected him. I have personally experienced the taste of this poisonous whip mounted on the engine and constantly beating myself.

"They should be able to pass this level, right?" Ji Shijun asked.

Auston I took two puffs of cigarettes and replied, "They're not easy guys to give in."

"To make them realize the stubbornness of old ideas and the difficulty of changing customs, that girl named Rachel contributed a lot."

Ji Shijun knocked off the ash from the bong, winked at him, and got a positive response.

As the sun climbed higher and higher, there were more and more people in the square, and the stake was set up in the center of the square.

Five minutes to eight o'clock, a team of warriors in white armor came out of the court building, and soon blocked the high platform, the stake, and a passage between them.

Many masters like Ji Shijun and the others occupied the roofs of the surrounding buildings, and Victoria personally took Charles and Diana to settle on the nearby roofs.

Ji Shijun glanced over there and saw that the faces of the two of them were ashen, so he stopped saying hello.

At this time, the judge who looked very much like Sean Connery came out. He was wearing a robe that was whiter than snow and strode to the judge's seat on the high platform. The clerk and others also took their places.

"Boom!"

The golden hammer slammed on the table, the golden scale on the curtain emitted a faint light, and the whole square was silent.

"Open court, bring the accused!"

The judge's voice could be heard all over the square.

Rachel was quickly escorted up, dressed in a grey linen robe with impenetrable shackles on her wrists and ankles, with a look on her face so calm that those listening in the square thought horrible.

She stood in the dock with her back as straight as a harpoon used by a murloc.

Behind her, a warrior in charge of her saluted the judge and said, "Report to Your Excellency, the defendant has been brought in to verify his identity."

The judge hammered the table with a golden hammer and asked, "Rachel, the commoner, as for yesterday's assassination of the Prince of Osm Kingdom, Jenny, can you plead guilty?"

Rachel's angry voice spread to every corner of the square: "I killed him, I..."

"Boom! Boom!"

As a result, the judge interrupted the defendant's words with two hammer blows, and then he stood up and announced loudly: "The prisoner has pleaded guilty. With the testimony of the God of Judgment, I sentenced the civilian Rachel to death and put it at the stake in time!"

After the judge finished speaking, he hammered the table three times with a golden hammer. The golden scale representing the God of Judgment on the curtain behind him emitted a dazzling golden light, which was more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

No one in the square questioned why the defendant failed to defend himself, no one questioned that the judge completed the trial in the blink of an eye, because the judgment was approved by the God of Judgment.

Two hands were placed on the shoulders of Charles and Diana, Victoria was afraid that they would make irrational actions.

"Go back," the Queen said softly to them.

It's just that they didn't respond, like two stakes.

Sighs rang out in the square, some people shook their heads, some wiped the corners of their eyes, and some had a look of anticipation on their faces.

The story of the fish girl had spread all over the island last night, and this morning's "Daily News" used almost all the pages to publish the story told by Charles last night.

The crowd sympathized with the girl's tragic experience and praised her brave revenge.

Rachel did not let the samurai guarding her behind to help her, and while sighing in the square, she stepped forward and walked towards the stake by herself.

The road from the high platform of the trial to the stake is not far~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her steps are not fast, but she is firm and calm, without the slightest hesitation, just like walking on the path home.

"Salute to your courage for revenge!"

A young knight standing by the stake saluted her.

Rachel just glanced at the knight without any expression.

Under the stake was piled with specially dried firewood and sprinkled with oily fish oil.

The fuel was so slippery that Rachel nearly fell when she climbed up on her own.

The two warriors tied her firmly to the strong column, and jumped from the stake.

At this time, a priest of the Ocean Temple wearing a blue robe walked under the stake. He was also a murloc, and the murlocs were all believers of the **** of the ocean.

The priest held a small incense burner in his hand, and there was a quiet smoke coming out of it.

He walked around the stake while singing the song of sinners' repentance to the gods:

was extremely devout

happy daughter in the ocean

Have the mercy and grace of our God

Grow up happily in the waves

but committed unpardonable evils

Why is it so incomprehensible!

Everyone has weaknesses

If you are far away from my God, you will be captured

Sin tempting to leave asylum

Destroy her in the end!