The open square was surrounded by three dense crowds. To the east of Tros Square, the merchants at the market quickly closed the shops and joined the onlookers at the call of the temple staff.

Most people in the entire Baicheng gather here. Even though the square has always been spacious, it has become very crowded at this time.

The adults held the children's hands and swayed in the crowd. There was a hint of anxiety and worry on their faces. When they stood closer, they could even see the fair skin of the little girl tied to the stolen rack.

"Burn her to death! Burn her to death!" someone in the crowd shouted in anger.

They were young and fanatical religious elements. They admired the glory of the goddess Yueqin and followed the instructions of the temple. They rushed to the front. If the guardian knights had not set up a cordon around the execution ground, these thugs would have rushed in.

Most people remained silent. The Monroe family is quite famous in Baicheng. People who have lived in Baicheng for a long time know that the little girl's father is an upright and kind old man. Old Monroe is a good businessman, and he has accumulated a wealth of wealth for this. But he is as approachable as ever in the city, and often helps some poor people, old people and homeless children. Unlike the men in the temple, Old Monroe is deeply loved by the residents of Baicheng.

For every White City resident, the people around them have received more or less favors from Old Monroe. However, the one who is tied to the stake is Old Monroe's youngest daughter, which makes everyone feel heavy.

Above the stolen rack were several taller beams, with more than a dozen heads hanging on them. Countless flies were flying over the rotten heads. Although these heads had long been beyond recognition, the people in the city could still recognize them.

These people were executed by the temple in the past month. However, unlike Scarlett, their crimes were slightly lighter, so they did not use stolen, but were executed by hanging.

The temple staff were adding some dry firewood below the stake, and then sprinkled with pine resin and butter.

At the same time, on the high platform of the square, Lord Lohart, the first-class priest of the Yueqin Temple, was reading the girl's sin loudly.

Most of the words he spoke were mysterious and mysterious, most of them praising the great goddess of Yueqin, and a few of them angrily scolding the little girl's crimes.

The civilians with low levels of education do not understand the elegant words of praise. They only heard some words such as "devil, sin" that represent a clear position. A trace of doubt appeared in their simple eyes: Could it be that they were wrong?

How could such a young girl be a devil?

The crowd looked at the little girl tied to the stake in uneasy. She had red hair and her eyes were also gem red. Her skin was fair and her eyes were very big, but her beautiful eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

Her body was tied tightly to the stake. The tightly tied rope strangled into her skin, and heartbreaking red marks appeared around her.

"How could such a cute little girl be a devil?"

A young man couldn't help but mutter.

An older man next to him immediately changed his face, he stepped forward to cover his mouth, and then looked around.

Others around also showed a look of panic.

The older man breathed a sigh of relief and warned with a worried look: "Child, fortunately the fanatical guys are all on the stolen rack. Otherwise, what you said just now might have cost you your life!"

"Some words should not be said on such occasions." An old woman beside him also said: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about it for your parents."

The young man showed a hint of fear and nodded immediately.

The older man then let go of his mouth.

But the people around him subconsciously moved to another place.

...

On the high platform, in addition to the priests who were reciting the scriptures loudly, there were also rows of seats. On these seats were all well-known figures in the city.

At this moment, the position in the center, which represents the city lord, is empty. Two positions on the right side are a man and a woman.

These two people are the eldest son and daughter of the Lord of Baicheng City.

"I discovered one of the advantages of Lord Lohart." The woman yawned and said, "Even if it was the 10,000th time to read these boring and annoying hymns that were just gorgeous but not substantial, he also performed like his first recitation. Look at his disgusting performance, did he really win the appreciation of the goddess Yueqin?"

"This is an amazing talent. At least I can't do this." The man sneaked into the chest of the sisters beside him while everyone was focusing on the stolen rack and Lockhart, causing the latter to tremble. "But I've figured out his background. Next, he should burst into tears."

As expected, before the man finished speaking, the old priest who was reciting hymns loudly suddenly burst into tears, his expression was extremely sincere, and even moved some of the onlookers.

The woman said coquettishly: "Restrain, Miro, you can't do anything randomly in such occasions!"

"Why can't it? Just because you are my sister?" Miro asked back: "Relax, Ginny, I will be the Lord of White City soon! And you will also become the mistress of White City - if our well-behaved brother has not failed."

He said this, but his eyes looked at the palace on the mountain.

"Our brother has always been liked by the old man. He is not like you in doing things, and he has always been patient. To be honest, I always think he is better than you in conspiracy." Ginny said: "It's a pity that you caught him."

"I don't like conspiracy. I prefer to be straight to the point." Milo laughed: "My younger brother also wants to be the king of Baicheng, but he doesn't have that courage, so he is destined to hide in the corner like a mouse in the gutter and plot one conspiracy after another, and then overthrow it."

"At the same time, when you asked me to seduce that kid, did you know that he liked a man?" Ginny asked suddenly.

Miro laughed dryly: "I don't know."

Ginny gave him a blank look: "So you really want to give me to him?"

Miro patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Anyway, you were trying to taste his taste, right? This is a killing two birds with one stone."

"But what happened later was really beyond my expectations." Miro said with emotion: "I didn't expect that the boy was so gentle and gentle, and he secretly raised a more delicate and tender little white face - what kind of thing was that guy? Oh, it seemed like a fucking poet. I just wanted to try it and control the poet, but I didn't expect that the boy immediately surrendered."

"This is called true love." Ginny said calmly: "He is willing to give up the position of King of White City for that poet; and I know that even three me will not let you shake this idea."

"I just like your self-knowledge. My dear sister..."

Miro laughed, stretched out his hand and sneaked into Ginny's skirt and started playing in public.

...

The sun gradually sets in the west, and in the square at dusk, the orange sunlight pulls the backs of everyone into strange and strange shapes.

Lockhart's forehead was covered with sweat, his expression was sincere, his face was kind, and he had a slight pity. The chanting of the hymns was at its last chapter:

“…Use the most gorgeous chapters in the world,

I can't praise the goddess's unparalleled wisdom

The shadow of blasphemy will be burned

Like the devil gradually disappearing in the painful hell…”

At this moment, a sound came from the crowd.

A row of knights slowly marched over the avenue at the foot of the mountain. They were also escorting a prison van.

People made a way out and let the Knights enter the execution ground.

The guardian knight who was escorting the prison car greeted his colleagues, who let them enter the interior of Tros Square together.

"Who is inside?" asked the Knight who maintained order in the execution ground.

The Guardian Knight responded: "Some outsiders who offend the temple."

The other party nodded: "Let them get out of the car, and only by witnessing the purification ceremony of the goddess and the temple with their own eyes can these heresy feel fear."

Soon, the door of the prison car was opened, and the prisoners with torture instruments walked out of the prison car one by one, and stood in a row under the shouts of the knights.

After not getting used to the sun for a long time, everyone couldn't help but squint.

"I didn't expect it would be an infield ticket." Lance looked around and said with a chuckling.

"Is that little girl the devil they talk about? If the devil is really so cute, then I might accept a few such adopted daughters in the future." Landry curled his lips and showed a hint of contempt.

"What are you talking nonsense?! A bold guy!" A guardian knight rushed over fiercely.

Landry straightened his chest: "What, do you think that little girl is not adorable? If you really think so, then please allow me to observe a few minutes of silence for your pitiful aesthetic."

The guardian knight was there immediately. For a moment, he was completely unable to keep up with Landry's releasing thinking.

"It's a sharp complaint." Lance commented: "But I like it."

Several guardian knights immediately leaned over, they frowned and pulled out a whip. They were ready to give these ungrateful prisoners a few strokes.

However, at this moment, a loud command suddenly came from the platform: "Everyone keeps quiet! The purification ceremony begins!"

Lockhart raised his hands with a serious expression. When he swept across the venue, and when he swept over the Guardian Knight and the prisoner in the car, he also deliberately restrained his subordinates' behavior with his stern eyes.

The guardian knights immediately put away the whip in a depressed mood and whispered viciously: "You are lucky. After the purification ceremony, I must let you taste the whip!"

Next to the stake, a man in white raised the torch silently and walked slowly towards the little girl.

The onlookers closed their eyes unbearable, but the fanatical young people shouted excitedly. Their eyes were scarlet and the blue veins on their foreheads were bulging.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke into the execution ground.

"Please don't burn her to death. She is innocent, she is innocent."

"His Royal Highness of the kind goddess will definitely forgive her!"

It was a crying nun. While the guardian knights were all focused on the new prisoners, he suddenly broke through the periphery and rushed into the execution ground.

"Don't burn my sister to death..." the nun cried.

PS: Thanks to book friend Luoke000 for casting the monthly ticket! The next chapter is updated at 6:30.
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