The plan of the parade ended earlier than I expected - just this wave of civilian curses and accusations had defeated these seven once rebellious people.

Perhaps because he realized that he would not leave a good reputation among the citizens of Chelfid, or finally realized how terrible what he did to the city, Aleppo suddenly burst into tears.

He lay on the ground, smashing the floor with his hands tied by chains one by one, even though his hands had become bloody and bloody, he never stopped.

His father wanted to help him up from the ground, but when he approached him, he was infected by the sadness that appeared on Aleppo and started crying with him.

"What...Adele, even you?"

Susan, who was still proud, looked at Adele angrily, who also shed tears. It was hard for her to believe that this girl who was hostile to the guards with her more than ten minutes ago would now be lying on the ground and shed tears silently.

"Get up! You three cowards!" Susan ran to them angrily, raised her hands tied up by the chains, and wanted to beat the three people who were crying on the ground with the chains.

The guards rushed up in time, subdued her with the butt and much more force than her, and pressed her to the ground until she stopped struggling.

"Face the reality, Susan," Adele looked at Susan, whose face was severely deformed by being pressed hard, "Mr. Saren is right...I think we are indeed wrong."

"This is impossible, this is impossible, this is impossible..."

Aleppo began to repeat a monotonous sentence like a madman. The once proud eyes no longer showed arrogance. Now all that was left in it was chaos and confusion.

He was crazy, any psychologist... No, normal people will come to the same conclusion as me when they see him. Reason and morality have left this body, and only madness controls his behavior.

As I told you when I started this story, the human brain always has endless means to heal one's own psychological and brain trauma, and for madmen, it's the same.

Aleppo quickly stopped talking to himself again, and began to laugh wildly again: "You aristocratic lackeys! Hahahaha!" He laughed proudly, and slowly got up from the ground, raised his hands high, pointing to the sky, "The messengers of Siye have won! Your rule is over! Chelfido will usher in a new and beautiful tomorrow."

"Poor guy," I shook my head, "You were annoying at first, but now you're crazy and you can't like it."

"Knock him out first, then raise him up." I nude the mouth at the soldiers following them. The two soldiers immediately walked forward and smashed the nonsense Aleppo with the buttstock, and then raised the unconscious young man.

"Don't think too much, and there's no need to be sad," I walked to Aleppo's father and patted him on the shoulder gently, as a comfort. This middle-aged man was the only normal person among them. I think I should give him the right respect.

"You will be tried tomorrow... If nothing unexpected happens, Aleppo should get a nosso. I will say hello to the executioner and make Aleppo suffer less before his death."

"Thank you, kind-hearted lord," the middle-aged man wiped his tears, "I..."

"No need to say more," I sighed, "You look different from them, so I will try my best to save you-what are your name?"

"My name is Nathan, Nathan Williams," the middle-aged man raised his chest. "Our Williams family is the best craftsmen family in the entire Chelfi. The wooden furniture we made in our family is definitely the top quality products in Strand."

"Of course," he sighed quickly again, "that's all in the past, now I'm just a dying prisoner."

"I'm curious," the team began to move back. I walked beside Nathan and started talking to him. "If you say that even if your family's life is not at the top in Chelfidu, you should have no worries about food and clothing. Those nobles have something to ask for you and will definitely be polite to you. Why did you finally choose...b...an uprising?"

It was not good to stay with Viscount Templu for a long time. After he was chanting over and over again, I began to subconsciously call this uprising with words such as riots and riots.

"It is indeed as you said, Lord Saren," Nathan smiled bitterly again, "but my son has two daughters, Aleppo, Susan, and Adele. I hope they can become successful, so I sent them to the best humanities school in the whole of Strand, as they requested."

"No wonder," I nodded. The Aleppo people didn't look like refugees who were desperate, but more like revolutionaries in the story. What they learned in school must have changed their personalities.

Unfortunately, they were too young and too radical after all. For the so-called uprising, they even colluded with the enemies of this world. They had the opportunity to change this city and this country, and I would be happy to help them. Those avant-garde and reformist nobles would also be willing to lend a helping hand.

Unfortunately, they did not. The stubbornness of the young people and what they saw and heard in Chelfidu over the years made them completely unbelievable to any nobles. All those who opposed them became the nobility. They did not try to find a way to coexist peacefully and evolve gently, but decided to kill all nobles.

"It's not your fault, Nathan," I decided to comfort the poor middle-aged man, "You can't predict that they will become what they are today. It's their stubbornness that hurt them."

"No, sir, I have my responsibility here," Nathan simply shook his head. "If they told me that they were going to revolt like this, I could stop them or release the news, things would not be what they are now."

"Dear lord," he looked up at me, as if he had made up some determination, "I have no other wishes, I just hope to be able to die in the judgment of tomorrow. When life is at this point, I have no meaning to continue living."

"Okay," I sighed, not continuing to persuade him. Sometimes, it was an insult to persuade others to continue to live. "I will arrange for someone to bury you and your son."

"As for your two daughters..."

"No need, sir," Nathan closed his eyes slowly, his tone firm and sad, "The sins they committed can only be repaid by their lives, and the resentment of the people can only be calmed by the lives of the seven of us. Let the Williams family end today. I am tired, and I think they must be too."

"Okay," I nodded, "I respect your opinion, but under Stran's law, we will still arrange a defense attorney for you."

"If your defense lawyer convinced the court to exempt one of you from the death penalty, then no one could change that result, even if that person was me, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I know very well," Nathan still looked at me calmly. "If that person was me, I would choose a sunny day and end my life with my own hands."

I watched him proclaiming his death so calmly, and suddenly shivered. In his eyes, I could not see a glimmer of hope. Only the boundless silence was rolling and restless, as if I was about to swallow me in the next second.

The team quickly returned to the gate of the sector, as if wondering why we came back so quickly. The soldiers guarding the gate had been a long time until Zheng Changjian coughed twice angrily, and then he woke up like a dream and asked them to open the door.

"Open the door! Open the door! Lord Alpacino and Lord Saren are back!"

With some rushing shouts and chaotic footsteps, the sector's door was slowly opened, and the soldiers now understood why we returned in such a short time.

Compared with the high spirits before departure, the seven prisoners were now both embarrassed and depressed. Each of them had no glory in their eyes. They slowly moved forward like walking corpses, covered with foul-smelling egg liquid and rotting fruits - the materials used by the civilians on the way back.

"Just leave here," Zheng Changjian stopped in front of a fork in the road and waved to the guards, "You bring these prisoners back to the cell, and I will send Lord Salon back to rest."

"Yes, Lord Alpacino." The captain of the guard saluted to Alpacino and each, "Thank you, what we saw tonight made us feel a lot better."

"Then let's do your duty well," Zheng Changjian waved his hand with a smile, "Go back quickly."

The guards were carrying weapons away. Zheng Changjian turned around and looked at me, bowed slightly, "Please come here, Mr. Saren, I will take you to the guest room prepared by Viscount for you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Zheng Changjian."

"No need to be so. In the East, LEYUZHUREN, that is, willing to help others, is an excellent character."

"It's interesting... It's a pity that I'm leaving Chelfidu soon, otherwise I really want to talk to you again."

“I can share Eastern culture and knowledge with you at any time as long as you want.”

"That would be better," I looked at him happily. "After the trial, I should be spending two or three days in Chelfi. I hope we can have a good chat then."

"Of course, sir. Oh, we're here, please have a good rest," he opened the door of the house for me. "The trial begins on time in Town Hall Square tomorrow morning at 9:00 tomorrow morning, and I hope you don't get late."

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The new day finally came, and the bell tower in the town hall square began to ring.

Nine times in total, for some, it is a sign that their lives have entered the countdown, but for more, it is a sign that justice is about to be served.

I sat on the temporary trial stand, watching the other end of the square gathered in a dark crowd. I watched them cheer, wave their fists, and shouted in a uniform voice:

"Prisoner! Prisoner! Prisoner!"

What separates me from them is the wooden scaffolding platform in the square, with only one hole and a rope.

The wooden gallows are located on the trial table, which is a simple defense table. After a while, seven criminals and their defense lawyers will take turns to the stage. Those sentenced to death will be immediately taken to the gallows and executed in front of countless people.

"Silent! Silent!"

Viscount Templu stood up. As the commander of this defensive battle, it was naturally appropriate for him to judge these criminals. Even if the other nobles had this intention, they could not compete with him. After all, the people of Chelfidu did not recognize them.

Seeing Viscount Templu stand up, the restless people quickly became quiet. They stood quietly, but the flames in their eyes were as fierce as entities.

They are waiting for an ending they have been waiting for.

"I know you can't wait. To be honest, I can't wait either, so, the military police, bring the first criminal up!"

"Take the first prisoner! Rebel leader, Nathan Williams!"

I stood up and never expected that Nathan would be the first to be tried.

The military police came from the waiting area not far away, and the person they were escorting them gradually became clear - their eyes were still as dead as last night, looking like they were bored.

"Criminal Nathan Williams, one of the seven leaders of the so-called rebel army, are you and your children, Aleppo Williams, Susan Williams, Adele Williams, trying to subvert Chelfidu's government?"

Under Viscount Templu's stern shout, Nathan finally reacted. He slowly raised his head, his lips twitched several times, and finally said in a slight voice: "Yes."

"That is, you confess to your evil crimes against humanity, are you?"

"……yes."

"Very good, the evidence is conclusive, the suspect confesses, does the jury have any opinions to be published?"

The others on the judges all shook their heads.

"Whether the suspect's defense attorney wants to defend him?"

"I give up," sighed the defense lawyer, "the evidence is conclusive, and there is no evidence to show that the incident was an unintentional mistake of my client or that it was done under the control of others."

"Very good," Viscount Templu picked up the small hammer at hand and smashed it hard on the wooden table in front of him. "I announce that Nathan Williams will be sentenced to hang him and executed immediately!"

"Does the jury object?"

The people on the judges shook their heads again, and I was no exception.

"Very good, execution!"

The crisp sound of the wooden hammer hitting the table was getting farther and farther away. Nathan was held by the guards and dragged it to the scaffolding bit by bit.

The executioner grinned and put a rope on him and slowly collected it. The people began to cheer. They broke through the obstacles of the guards, rushed to the gallows, and shouted in the warmest voice.

"Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!"

"Hang this demon! Hang him!"

"Burn him to death!"

"Burn him to death! Purify the demon!"

I sighed and watched the executioner pull the lever.

The wooden boards under Nathan's feet suddenly separated, and as he was about to fall, he looked in my direction and showed a faint smile.

I knew what he was laughing at, and he must be very happy because I made him die happily.

The rope was tightly stitched, so at the moment of falling, Nathan's neck bone was torn off by his own gravity.
Chapter completed!