When the firewood was bundled together, Anchuan had not yet understood what they were going to do. But then he realized something - a log suddenly stood up, and two knights with cross marks on their armor dragged a prisoner onto the high platform. Their movements were no different from moving wood before. The prisoner was shaking with fear, which could not influence the Cross Knight from nailing the chains at his wrists and ankles to the log. He was forced to straighten his body, exposing his scarred waist, abdomen and armpits.
Standing on the edge of the high platform was the judge, who was wearing a priest's robe and looked solemn, as if he were standing on a preaching podium. He held a long ornate silver staff with spikes in his hand, and a heavy scripture on his waist. The two Cross Knights tossed back and forth under his gaze, and when they sprinkled the two barrels of oil on the pyre, the priest watched silently as they seeped into the wood.
Pure oil is a delicious treat. There must be many spectators in the stands at this moment who have rarely enjoyed good oil... maybe the prisoners haven't either. But he was about to get the most oil in his life, and it had to be combined with what he already had in his body. His terror was as glaring as the reflection of grease on a firewood.
This was not the first time that Anchuan witnessed the execution of criminals. This custom was also practiced in his hometown of Skluguk. In other words, humans are all similar in their talent for torturing their fellow humans. But even so, it's never a good thing to see a life lost so early in the morning. Yasukawa is a nature believer, and Heather's teachings make him disagree with the practices of Lucia and Gaia's priests.
The preparation time ended quickly, and bursts of sound erupted from the crowd, reaching a climax with the struggle of the condemned prisoners.
The priest opened the scripture and began to announce the numerous crimes of the condemned prisoner, and finally sung the verses in praise of the goddess. Yasukawa couldn't bear to listen. If you could hear such an exact line every morning, I believe you wouldn't be more patient than him. I should turn around and leave, he thought, or plug his ears. I hope no Knight of the Cross will notice my actions and prepare a similar stage for me, an infidel.
And on this stage that does not belong to him, the real drama has arrived.
The priest said: "Now the ax has been laid at the root of the tree. Any tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire." Every time he said a word, the people's shouts of joy became louder.
"...I baptize you with water for repentance; but he who is coming after me...will baptize you with holiness and fire..."
"The kingdom of heaven is near, the wicked should repent!"
“…If they do not repent, they will die in agony, with no one to mourn.”
By the end, people were almost rushing to the high platform. It seems that these mortals are more willing to tear the death row prisoners apart with their own hands than to purify them. Yasukawa put his hand into his pocket and grasped the gold-leaf ash wood that symbolized Heather.
From the priest's pronouncement, he could only remember the crime for which the prisoner was sentenced to death. This guy may have stolen or robbed property, or even raped women, but none of these were as disgusting as being bewitched by a demon. No matter what, the devil is unforgivable.
The allowed shouts of joy continued for a few seconds. The priest shared their joy, raising his arms at the urging. A circle of golden divine inscriptions lit up, and a brilliant orange-red flame floated on the top of the silver staff.
Anchuan couldn't help but look away. The Holy Commandment expresses the priest's pure faith in Gaia, although Lucia's followers also use this as a standard. He thought about his unfinished mission goals. I wonder if Mixtlock, like him, is also paying attention to the church's judgment on heretics. With his peripheral vision, he noticed the carriages blocked on the road. One of them was richly decorated and unique in style. The carriage was like a palace, and even the supporting wood was shiny. There is a cloud flag hanging on the horizontal pole, with an edge shaped like a full moon.
Envoy from Fife Tanner.
It was really a grand performance, with all kinds of people in the audience. He expected that the leading actor would not be happy about this, but in this sea of joy, the other party's small resistance was nothing but fun in the eyes of so many people. People rejoice in the cleansing of evil, and may even drink from it—even if they just find a reason to drink it.
"May the goddess spare your soul."
The priest raised his cane, which looked like a burning torch. The man tied to the column began to scream, and the chains clashed and rubbed. But the priest stepped forward slowly and calmly and touched the top of the pyre. The bright orange turned into a gorgeous red, rising from the prisoner's body.
The demon howled harshly, writhing in pain. Regardless of whether the goddess forgives him or not, the process of meeting the gods will never be easy. One could also hear the squeaking of grease as flames engulfed the columns. Yaskawa wasn't sure if the oil the Crusader poured on it was enough to burn for so long.
Soon, a warm fragrance spread. Before thinking of the pork spinning on the stove, Anchuan decided to leave the hotel first. On the high platform, the priest smiled at the crowd, praised and prayed loudly.
…
Lawrence Norman composes the book.
After he finished this action, the clock dinged. Not surprisingly, Norman glanced out the window and saw Her Majesty's personal maid, Glo, waiting for him. Blue irises bloomed beside the pool, and the wheels of the chef's cart rolled over the white marble tiles. The fat cook rubbed shoulders with the beautiful maid and bowed her head in greeting. She was in charge of the dishes for today's banquet, and the cart was filled with snacks. After being given permission, Glo ate a small piece of gingerbread.
It was already noon in the sun, but Norman felt extremely cold. The warmest sunshine of the Harvest Moon cannot compare to the early morning of the Flame Moon. The usual way for court magicians to deal with the cold is to gather fire elements to light the fireplace, or simply block the violent loss of temperature. But Norman chose to stand up and stretch his legs to let his body generate a little heat on its own.
But he didn't intend to keep the queen waiting too long. "Has the envoy arrived?"
"His Majesty is preparing a banquet for Lord Elanor Greengulfen."
This sounds like a completely elf name, but the style is more natural elf. Norman had no intention of making any comment on the name of the Earl of Ellanor. After all, he still had no idea why Fife Tanner sent an envoy to Eastman!
Could it be that there is some mysterious treasure in the southern part of the kingdom that makes these guys from the mysterious fulcrum take turns visiting?
Gurnot's news was very timely. She also talked about the emergence of the Star Gap and other matters that the patrol knights could not interfere with. Norman listened quietly, thinking about the reason for the arrival of the tower messenger. This is actually nothing to pay attention to. After the defenders of Four Leaf City left, the envoys could only come to Iron Claw City. Perhaps they would have to welcome him until the new garrison entered the Clover Territory. These things wouldn't put him in a good mood anyway, but he wouldn't have time to be so comfortable at the party.
The Queen's banquet is arranged in the main hall. The guests sat at both ends of the long table. The dishes were not very rich, and the view was green and white. He was beginning to regret not getting the pastries from the cook's cart, but it was impossible to leave the table at this moment. Norman had no choice but to accept the invitation and sit across from the guests, next to Her Majesty the Queen.
Queen Flavia was wearing a purple velvet dress and sitting on a long-backed velvet chair. The white gold crown on her head is set with six aquamarines, each of which is identical. Her smooth dark brown hair is inherited from the Wiggins family, and her facial features still retain a bit of the childishness of a girl, which makes her look like she has not yet passed her youth. Her eyes are blue and clear, no less than the gems on her head. The queen was listening to Earl Ellanor describe the customs of the fog elves. No matter what she thought in her heart, at least Norman didn't notice any impatience on her face.
"We are not like green elves, who also like to torture our stomachs when eating." Earl Ellanor said, "Fife Tanner's most famous specialty food is a honey swan, which is stuffed with apples and chestnuts and burned together. It will also be filled with feathers before being served to the table.”
The queen took her hint, smiled and ordered the attendants to bring in cuts of beef and a whole roast suckling pig. When the main course was served, Norman restrained himself from letting his eyes linger on the meat. However, except for Earl Ellanor, the faces of the envoys suddenly became strange.
Norman learned that the mission was late because the road was blocked by a judgment ceremony held by the church. He knew exactly why they were resisting.
The host and guests have all taken their seats, and the banquet has begun. On Queen Flavia's left is the envoy of Faftanna, and on the right is the minister of the kingdom. Sir Norman naturally sat first on Her Majesty's right hand, and next to him was an empty seat belonging to Peyton Forest, Bishop of the Eastman Chapter of Gaia. He was not present today; behind the bishop was the finance minister, Olli Friedtjof, who you always see at banquets anyway. Because the cost of every grand banquet made him heartbroken, and it would be a heinous sin not to fill his stomach. Norman still remembers that he had a good figure before he became finance minister, but now you can't find any muscle lines on his fat belly.
At the banquet table, the only minister who could compare with him sat behind the prince's vacant seat. Prince Istel was in Norman and still had an impression of Earl Oly's original figure, but Batchelor Wiggins... the "Barrel Minister" was unattractive in appearance and amiable in his treatment of others. But when he started drinking, let's just say it was like a sperm whale had wandered into the party. Ever since Norman met the eldest son of Grand Duke Yotsuba, his impression of him had never changed.
But whether it was the meaty dishes or the weirdness of the ministers, Earl Ellanor was not aware of it. The elf lady thanked her politely and squeezed lemon juice onto the steak with grace and alacrity. When she raised her silver fork to swallow the juicy diced beef, the opera dance not far away had just begun. In the blink of an eye, the plate in front of her was completely empty. Norman almost forgot that the dancer came with the waiter!
"We are here for Berti." After drinking two glasses of white wine, the Elf Countess got down to business. She took advantage of Queen Eastman's exchange of glances with the ministers and picked up a small bowl of cream of mushroom soup.
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