The villagers became angry and restless.
When the infidels passed by them, whether they were old men and women with snowy sideburns or frosty beards, women with fear and anger in their eyes, or children whose faces were still childish, everyone expressed their gratitude to the two invaders. With disdainful spittle and vicious curses.
The young Magyar no longer had the unyielding and firmness he had on the first day he was captured. He walked dejectedly while looking at his feet covered with blood scabs and mud. His bloodshot eyes wrote: Full of exhaustion and pain.
Now, he has no other thoughts, let alone the fantasy that a fellow countryman will heroically rescue him and take him away at this time. He just wants to be freed quickly and stay away from the torture and despair of this world. .
He wanted to die with dignity, at least fight to the last drop of blood with these blond barbarians in his eyes.
But now, he has no chance, because he cowardly retreated from the encounter in the dense forest that day, survived, and put down his weapons. At that time, he still had a glimmer of hope of survival. However, after so many days of brutal torture, he finally understood that no matter how hard he struggled, in the end, his fate of death could not be changed.
He raised his head slightly and saw the eyes of the surrounding villagers as if they wanted to tear him apart alive. This Magyar villain who had killed seven or eight innocent people actually felt a little fear in his heart.
In an instant, the world in his eyes turned a scarlet hue. The young Magyar prisoner of war was stunned and pointed to the torture rack in the center of the village as if he had seen a ghost. There, next to Father James who bowed his head in prayer, the bloody corpses of the innocent villagers he had killed appeared again. in front of him.
Some people have bruises on their necks, some have a gaping stomach, some are missing arms and legs, and some even have only a mutilated head. Without exception, these people were all people he had killed, and at this time, they were all staring at him with vicious eyes like poisonous snakes.
It's really weird.
"No, no!!! Help me!!!" The young Magyar screamed excitedly in a language that no one could understand, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
The Magyar boy almost broke free, and the two soldiers guarding him were extremely surprised - a man who had been tortured for so many days and lived on only half a piece of black bread every day could suddenly burst out with such a huge force. strength.
"be honest!"
A soldier responsible for maintaining order stepped forward and hit the crazy Magyar man hard on the back with a thick-headed wooden stick. After receiving such a heavy blow, he fell to the ground and could no longer get up. He could only let the two soldiers drag him to the stake like a dead pig.
"God bless, this is just the devil's last struggle before death!" Father James frowned and tightened the silver cross on his fingertips. This gadget can make him feel God's blessing and make him feel at ease quickly.
"You devil..." Priest Hannes muttered, holding a small salt shaker decorated with silver patterns, walked to the scaffold, and faced the Magyars who were still talking in a daze. Sprinkle a pinch of salt.
The young Magyar, who had suffered heavy wounds and cracked open after just such a torment, was sprinkled with salt and let out a sharp roar like a fat pig whose butt was burned with a branding iron.
Priest Hannes quickly distanced himself from him, pointed at the Magyars who were still howling at the top of their lungs, and said to the villagers: "Look, this is the devil's painful roar! Salt represents immortality, and the devil We hate immortality, and when this devil's skin comes into contact with salt, it reacts violently as if it comes into contact with boiling water!"
Everyone present nodded in agreement, only Simon twitched his lips slightly speechlessly. Just kidding, adding salt to the wound and howling in pain was originally a physiological reaction that aggravated the pain, but after it was given a different meaning, everyone was already aware of the fact that these two pagans were the incarnations of the devil. "Convinced.
The executioner brought big nails and hammer. The two Magyars were already dying and tied to the big oak cross. Now what the executioners needed to do was to use nails to completely fix their hands and feet to the cross. Of course, the process was heartbreaking. Lung-cracking screams, at the same time, the villagers cheered.
Immediately afterwards, Father James told everyone about the atrocities committed by this group of Magyar robbers in the kingdom. For a while, a steady stream of curses began again.
"Light a fire and burn these two sinful devils to death! They don't deserve mercy and forgiveness, they deserve it!" Seeing Father James looking at him with questioning eyes after finishing speaking, Simon shouted to the executioner who was holding a torch and was eager to kill him. said.
The torch ignited the rushes that supported the flames under the cross, and soon the layer of twigs that covered the rushes was also alight.
Billowing white smoke rose into the sky. After a while, the firewood pile next to the torture rack ignited an open fire. The fire snake danced energetically in the strong wind. The skin of the two Magyars was burned and changed color. , they screamed with the last bit of their strength, but no one would pity them.
Their skin was burned and then began to turn black and carbonized. The screams became extremely weak in the increasingly intense fire, and then only the sound of burning wood was left.
"Go to hell!"
"Haha, burn you pig to death!"
"This is what you deserve!"
Father James squeezed through the carnival villagers and walked to Simon. He could not restrain his excitement and said: "Sir Simon, I have to say that this is a day worth remembering. I will defeat the infidel army and the Write down the execution of unbelievers under the witness of the Church in a letter and send it to the Bishop of Cologne!"
"Very good," Simon smiled happily, "How about celebrating with some noble rot wine tonight!"
"That's great, Your Excellency." Father James couldn't help licking his lips. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, "I think, in addition to the letter, you can also ask the messenger to bring a bottle of noble rot wine to the bishop. , let the brothers of Cologne Cathedral also taste the nectar of God’s manifestation!”
The production of sweet white wine from grapes infected with botrytis was an incredible thing in the eyes of medieval people. This is so similar to Jesus miraculously turning water into wine at the wedding in Cana. They can only explain it as a miracle from God.
In addition to defeating the pagans, this noble rot wine can also greatly bring Simon closer to the church.
If Father James mentioned in his letter that this was because Simon's pious behavior moved God and God showed up and turned rotten grapes into wine, this would undoubtedly make Simon's reputation more prominent, and maybe he would become a model of Catholic virtue.
Father James shrewdly made a calculation for Simon, but he didn't know that at this time, in Dorstenberg, not far away, someone was making a similar calculation.
At this time in Dorstenburg, a pagan execution ceremony organized by Lange was also taking place.
"The reputation of Lord Count Lange is far-reaching, and the army under his command is invincible and unstoppable! Everyone who is his enemy, even the cruel and ruthless pagans, will be frightened when they hear that Lord Count Lange's army is going out to conquer them. The soul is scattered, the army is defeated..."
In front of the execution rack, the two heretics who were fixed on the cross with iron nails were trembling slightly from the severe pain in their hands and feet. Lange sat comfortably on the lord's armchair inherited from the old Cooser, holding his head proudly and overlooking the entire execution scene. Next to him, Sir Julian stood in front of all the people, loudly "slapping Lange's ass".
"These damn infidels plundered the Fieldhausen logging camp like animals and massacred the unarmed villagers and herdsmen without humanity. When they were ready to escape after doing all this, they heard Count Lange sending troops to conquer. After their news, these frightened pagans panicked and hid in a hurry, preparing to surrender to Count Lange and beg for his mercy and forgiveness. Do you think we can forgive these scum?"
"cannot!"
"To hell with them!"
"Every heretic should be burned!"
"Kill them and pay with your life!"
Facing Julian's questions, the onlookers' emotions were successfully aroused, especially the survivors of Fieldhausen Ranch. They lost their relatives and friends in this catastrophe, and they were the ones shouting the most angrily now. .
"But Baron Simon, the younger brother of Count Lange, defeated them first. When we arrived at the hiding place of these Magyars, it had been destroyed. Baron Simon is the younger brother of Count Lange, and he is also a pious man. Lord, he won honor for his brother Lord Lange and the entire Dorsten family..."
As Sir Julian spoke, he glanced at Count Lange from the corner of his eye. He found that Lange seemed to have quickly changed his face after hearing the praise of Simon, so he quickly changed his words: "This is all thanks to Count Lange's wise leadership as the head of the Dorsten family has been his long-standing wish to eliminate harm to the Lord and Christians. I can praise him as the protector of Christians without exaggeration!"
After hearing this, Lange's expression softened, and Sir Julian breathed a sigh of relief. The farmers near the burning rack chanted Lange's name, and some shouted "Praise Lange, the protector of Christians." Soon, everyone began to praise Lange in unison.
Count Lange was very satisfied with this, and he quite enjoyed this feeling. He waved to the executioner, who stepped forward with a torch and lit the pyre piled beneath the scaffold.
"I want to be the first to let the Bishop of Cologne know about my pious behavior," Lange waved to Sir Julian, who came closer to him and leaned down to listen to his instructions. "Maybe the monks of Cologne Cathedral Will, because of my piety, help me find a document proving that both Fort Verde and Esbaiburg are my legal titles!”
"As you wish, my lord, the Bishop of Cologne will know about your feat soon. At the same time, I also believe that there will be enthusiastic monks in the Cologne Church to help you find the documents you want!"
"Very good," Count Lange patted Julian on the shoulder, "What are you waiting for? Go quickly!"
"Yes!" Julian took two steps back and walked around the two burned Magyars and the villagers who were in a state of excitement. A different kind of light flashed in his eyes.
"Maybe I have to find a way to let my savior Simon know about this." He whispered to himself and disappeared into the depths of a small alley without looking back.
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