When the sun had already begun to set west in the afternoon, there was only the last wooden stake that was still motionless on the stake.
Below the platform, the melon-eating crowds surrounded the entire square, were still shouting various slogans of burning the witches, and some evil and vicious people even threw small stones or rotten eggs onto the stone platform, trying to hit the poor woman tied to the stolen rack.
Those who shouted slogans, without exception, hoped that they could fire the last cross and then, after burning the evil witch, they could leave and work their own work.
Finally, he could not resist the increasing enthusiasm of the citizens. Bishop Jonathan, the highest in charge of the only cathedral in Port Royal, slowly walked to Xingtai with a Bible. After seeing it, the audience below immediately began to cheer loudly.
They were not actually welcoming Bishop Jonathan of Rausch, but because, they knew that when the priests of this church walked up to the high platform, it meant that the other party was about to start the last step of today's stolen fire and prepared to ignite the last pile of fire today, which would be the last entertainment program that these people today could see and wait for for a long time!
At this time, on the other side of the square, in a slightly open corner, Governor Weatherby Swan of Port Royal was sitting on the viewing platform, where two or three hundred British Royal Musketeers in red guarded them, and beside him was James Norrington, who had been promoted from captain to brigadier general of the Navy fleet due to his outstanding contribution.
Governor Swan and Norrington were old acquaintances, because, before they arrived at Port Royal, Norrington served as a captain on the Fearless, and at that time it was the ship carrying Governor Weatherby Swan and his daughter Elizabeth from England.
Thanks to Governor Weatherby Swan's recommendation and Norrington's own efforts, His Majesty the King gave James Norrington respect and status, and was soon promoted from a captain to a captain.
Then, while he was the captain of the Interceptor, Norrington tracked down and arrested some of the most terrifying pirates in the Caribbean Sea and achieved considerable achievements! It was through Norrington's efforts that Port Royal gradually became a civilized British colony. It was precisely because of these efforts that Norrington was finally promoted from a captain to Brigadier General of the British Navy Fleet.
In order to commemorate his promotion, Governor Swan also ordered the blacksmith to prepare to build a new long sword, and he personally gave it to Norrington during the formal promotion ceremony of the other party. Moreover, Governor Swan intended to betroth his precious daughter, Elizabeth, to Norrington. This young man who seemed promising and dared to fight. In fact, for a while, what they were discussing in a low voice was the details of the engagement ceremony.
"By the way, Norrington, what do you think of the church's practices over the years?"
After talking about the private matter, Governor Weatherby Swan looked at the stolen platform in the distance and the witch on the last cross. As the governor, he had no interest in the church's hunting of witches.
He didn't want to come to such occasions, but the church gave him a formal invitation, so he had to waste his precious time here and sit on this stupid viewing stand and watch the idiots burning witches playing.
During the fifteenth to eighteenth centuries, this time was not only the golden season of the Age of Discovery, but also the craziest period for the church to hunt witches! Their church was not only killing the European continent, but also the religious members who preached even brought this trend to the New World.
"Ahem... Dear Governor, royal power and divine power have always been a very sensitive topic. I think there is no need for us to discuss these."
Brigadier General Norrington whispered to the governor's ear and reminded him.
Although he himself was very disgusted with the dirty practices of these churches, he knew better than anyone else whether the people on the stage were witches! What's more, now is when their British Empire is trying hard to expand their colonies, and they need a large amount of labor and population everywhere. It can be said that every labor is very precious.
But now, looking at the people in the church, they are burning witches. They even have to use precious troops to maintain order in the execution ground for them? In Norrington's view, this way of the church is simply unreasonable!
Of course, he only dared to think about this idea in private. Even if he has been promoted to brigade general now, he would never dare to say such remarks that would obviously cause trouble for him and make a real statement.
"Ah, you're right! Yes, this is indeed a very sensitive topic! So, let's change the content, Norrington, what do you think of Elizabeth?"
Although he had decided to marry his precious daughter to the young brigade general he saw, Governor Swan wanted to ask again, will Norrington stand on his side and provide him with help in his life as Governor?
"Miss Elizabeth is a beautiful and kind girl. It will be my lifelong honor to marry her! From now on, we will be a family. If you have any problems, please give me instructions!"
Norrington has just now moved to the first step of his seemingly brilliant life. He was not only promoted to brigade general, but also prepared to marry a rich and beautiful woman. Therefore, at this moment, he really needs the help of Governor Swan, an old English nobleman, so that he can go further on the road of the Royal Navy.
He knew very well that Governor Weatherby Swann could not only come to Port Royal and take charge of this important place, but also had the qualifications to write letters directly to His Majesty the King. It can be seen that the other party was definitely not an ordinary nobleman, and his energy in the upper level of the kingdom was absolutely extraordinary!
"Very good, Norrington, I will remember what you said today. Hopefully, in the coming time, we will be able to make Port Royal more prosperous and stable and make it the most dazzling pearl in the entire Caribbean."
After hearing Norrington's words, Weatherby Swan nodded with satisfaction.
As the governor of the most prosperous region of the Caribbean in Britain, the reason why he hoped to marry his daughter to Norrington was that on the one hand, he was optimistic about the development prospects of this young man, and on the other hand, he also needed the military force in the hands of the brigade general to serve him as the governor.
Now, when he heard the Brigadier's accurate reply, he felt very satisfied. From then on, he, as the governor, had a military force in the Caribbean that could be used and absolutely obeyed his orders, which would be an indispensable help to his career as a governor.
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Bishop Jonathan finally walked to the last witch on the platform and stood up. He smiled kindly and raised his hand to signal the cheering people to calm down. Then, he walked to Charlotte, the witch tied to the cross with his bible, which had been shiny with his cover.
Looking at the witch who lowered her head and was motionless, a trace of invisible hideousness flashed in his eyes. Then he first gestured a cross on his chest, and finally slowly placed his hand on his Bible.
"Witch, do you have anything else to say now?"
Bishop Jonathan looked at Charlotte coldly, trying to see her humble face through the other person's hair. At this moment, there was no slight pity in his eyes, as if he was not looking at someone, but just a bed bug that he hated.
"I'll repeat it last! Witch, do you have anything else to say?"
The bishop frowned as Charlotte, who was still hanging his head in front of him without any reaction. She was still motionless and did not react at all, as if she was dead.
Bishop Jonathan, who felt that his process seemed a little unperfect, sneered, and asked the executioner beside him to pick up a small wooden barrel from his side, and then used the sewage inside to rush towards the other party's head...
This half bucket of water cannot prevent her from being burned to death. Instead, it can allow her to struggle under the fire for a while, allowing her to enjoy more pain from being scorched by the flames!
When the executioner finished rinsing the water and saw that the witch in front of him finally raised his head, Bishop Jonathan nodded with satisfaction. If the witch did not cooperate, the standard process would be endless, which would annoy him.
Is this...water?
She finally came back to her senses when the smelly sewage flowed from her hair and cheeks to Charlotte's cracked mouth, so she began to raise her head with difficulty and open her eyes.
Looking at the proud priest in front of her, Charlotte realized that this was the first time she felt that these church people were so terrifying! Abominable! She had thrown a silver coin into the donation box in the church before, but that was the private money she had saved for a long time...
However, Charlotte did not start talking, nor did she pay attention to the priest standing in front of her. She just turned her head with difficulty and looked at the two long-extinguished stool racks beside her, the two twisted cokes... They were her mother and her sister...
Charlotte looked blankly for a while, his lips opened and closed, as if calling for something. In the end, she did not cry out loud, but just closed her eyes in pain... Her tears had already dried up before.
"Witch! This is your last chance!"
Seeing that the damn witch had this attitude, Bishop Jonathan was so angry that he snorted coldly and snatched the torch from the executioner's hand.
Originally, this kind of despicable work of ignition and torture was not worth his own operation. He was a noble and identity bishop!
However, the witch's attitude has completely angered him, so he wants to ignite the last pile of flames today with his own hands and listen to her voice as she sang and struggled in the fire!
"I curse you!"
Charlotte opened his eyes again with difficulty and said her last words. She stared at the priest in front of her, and she wanted to record his ugly face!
If there were really those demons or devils in this world, she would even be willing to sell her soul in exchange for the power to destroy these evildoers!
"I curse you..."
"One day, the fire will swallow you..."
"You evildoers will eventually be tied to the stolen rack and burned..."
"And all your churches will burn and turn into ashes in the sky-sky flames... You evildoers will eventually be despised by the whole world!"
Charlotte finished her last sentence in a hoarse voice, which had used her last strength.
After she glanced at the evil church members on the execution platform again, she finally slowly lowered her head. She knew that her time was coming...
Mother, sister, and father... I'm here to accompany you... I'm really sorry, Charlotte failed to take good care of this family...
"Ha! You heard it all? This is indeed the words and deeds of a witch! That's right!"
Bishop Jonathan nodded with satisfaction. He actually didn't care about the vicious curse of these witches before their death. This is what he hoped to hear. This is the formal process!
So, after achieving his goal, he walked forward with a smile. He was about to proceed to the final step and then ignite the firewood surrounding the witch. On these firewood, the executioners had already poured flammable tinder oil.
. "Look at the end of this witch, listen to her last wail, may God forgive these fallen souls!"
Bishop Jonathan held up his torch and shouted to the audience around him. With his words, the square began to cheer, ready to welcome their last carnival today. The whine of the witch cup fire will be the best adjustment to make them happy!
"Oh? Are you going to burn a witch? Actually, I am a real witch!"
Before Father Jonathan Rossard was about to throw the torch, a crisp and loud voice suddenly sounded, overwhelming all the noise. Then, he actually saw a little girl floating in the air. She was actually flying towards him? Flying... Flying over?
Oh God...
Jonathan lamented in his heart, this is not true, is it? How could this be possible? How could such a thing happen?
Their church has burned witches that have been burning for so many years. Jonathan himself can't count them. None of those witches have the ability to resist, and none of them have the ability to resist!
But now, this is the first time he has seen this strange scene in front of him, the little girl floating in the air and slowly flying towards him! And, most importantly, she was just saying, is she a witch? Can she still fly?
Chapter completed!