Fringilla said with some dissatisfaction: "Sir, Julia is back."
"Well, let her come to see me."
Julia was wearing a black robe, with a large amount of snow-white skin exposed at the cuffs. She squeezed out a sweet smile: "Sir, in order to complete the task you gave me, I dare not slack off at all along the way."
Lothar nodded perfunctorily: "Thank you for your hard work."
Julia complimented: "This is what everyone should do, sir. On the way back, I heard that you killed an adult earth dragon with your own hands? What a joy and congratulation!"
Lothar frowned: "Let's get down to business."
The smile on Julia's face froze: "Sir, that old woman Stephanie has aged due to the aging of the handrails on the balcony. She lost her footing and fell onto the fountain. She is already dead."
Lothar said in a deep voice: "How is Leonard's reaction?"
"He had no particular reaction."
Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: "Ha, who said Leonard is a reckless idiot?"
Fringilla reminded from the side: "It seems to be your father, Count Werner."
…
Early the next morning.
A large group of guards escorted a carriage filled with luggage into Hebron.
Hussein's face turned pale.
He was held in solitary confinement in a prison van.
Jeanne rode her horse calmly and passed by him.
"I also have a secret treasure place. As long as your family spares the lives of my family, I am willing to tell your family about this treasure place."
Jeanne raised a finger and pointed at her ear: "I don't understand what you said, and I'm not interested in understanding it. If you want to defend yourself, you can do it soon."
Guards in armor were divided into two lines at the gate of the castle.
They wore at least two layers of chain mail, wore ridge-shaped helmets, carried round shields on their backs, and carried a daunting two-handed ax in their hands.
As the iron gate was slowly raised by the winch.
"call--"
The guards raised their battle axes and let out a war cry in unison.
"Barbaric, just a bunch of barbarians!"
Hussein felt his heart beating hard;
He was pushed into the Lord's Hall.
He raised his head, and before he could see the young earl sitting on the gold-encrusted throne, he noticed the black-scaled dragon head under the giant double-headed eagle flag.
Dragon Slayer...
He actually is a dragon slayer!
Hussein said with some fear: "Count Lothar, I don't understand, what did I do wrong? If someone buys you with money? No matter how much they pay, I will pay double!"
"You broke the law, Hussein."
Lothar said expressionlessly.
Although he is only a young man, he looks so majestic due to his dragon bloodline and high position.
"No one can bribe me. I just want to uphold the sanctity of the law."
Hussein was visibly unconvinced.
He emphasized his tone and said: "My lord, don't think that I will hide all the money at home. I have three treasures. As long as you let me go, these treasures will be yours."
Lothar emphasized again: "I have already said, no one can bribe me, Hussein."
"Accept the public trial. I will follow the custom of the ancient empire. When everyone gives you a thumbs up, you will live. When everyone gives you a thumbs up, you will die."
"What's the point of doing this kind of trick?"
Hussein shouted angrily: "My lord, you have no idea how much gold and silver I have hidden in my three treasure places. That is the wealth accumulated by my family for generations."
He knew that with what he had done, no one would think he deserved to die.
"I say it one last time, no one can bribe me."
Lothar smiled and said: "Making my subjects feel more involved is your final value. Alternatively, you can also consider using your outstanding eloquence to gain yourself a chance to avoid death."
He waved his hand: "Take him down."
Lothar looked at Fringilla, and she understood immediately. She patted her non-existent chest and said, "Wrap it around me" - poor Hussein was about to be squeezed out of the last trace of oil.
Hussein's angry roar gradually faded away.
"Next, bring Adnan up."
Last night, Ulm led troops to attack Adnan's mansion.
This middle-aged man had a full beard, and he seemed to have aged ten years in just one night: "Sir, I don't understand why you suddenly attacked me? Am I disrespectful to you?"
"Aziz, you should know this name."
Adnan's face changed drastically: "Sir, just because of such a trivial matter?"
"Little things?"
Aziz, who was listening outside the door, yelled angrily: "You raped my wife and forced her to commit suicide by jumping into a well. Do you actually think this is a small thing?"
Lothar pointed to Aziz and said: "He is a free man, right?"
Aziz's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, that's right, but..."
"There is no but. Since we are not serfs, Aziz and you are only in an employment relationship. You have violated the law. Mr. Adnan, although I am very sad, I still have to declare you guilty."
Adnan's expression was gloomy. He lowered his head and said coldly: "Sir, I offer you horses, gold and silver, but you treat us so harshly, don't you think about the consequences?"
"Ah--"
A contemptuous laugh completely angered Adnan. He raised his head and said, "You can imprison me for such a trivial reason, but you broke the rules and you will regret it sooner or later!"
Lothar picked up a page of papyrus in his hand: "This contains the sins you and your family have committed. You think it is insignificant, but in my opinion, it is enough to sentence you to death ten times."
"Adnan, I will give you the same treatment as Hussein. You will all be declared guilty of your sins by the patrol officer at the public trial to all the citizens of Hebron. If they think you do not deserve to die, you can live."
Adnan's tone suddenly rose: "Lord Earl, do you really want to kill me?"
No need to think about it, he knew what kind of treatment he would get if he were handed over to those untouchables for trial.
Lothar shook his head and said: "It's not me who wants to kill you, it's the law that wants to kill you."
Adnan roared filial piety: "You are crazy, Lothar, you are simply crazy. In your eyes, winning over those untouchables who don't even have a set of clothes is better than those of us who have food, weapons and a lot of gold and silver hidden in our homes." Is the 'leader' more important?"
Lothar waved his hand and motioned for people to push him out.
He sighed softly: "Who told you to eat too much? Even I think you eat too little, let alone the civilians down there."
...
Outside, it was already bustling with people.
The people who had been waiting for a long time were filled with anger when they heard Umr detailing the sins of these people.
Most of the people who went to Hebron for pilgrimage were poor people. When they heard about the sins committed by the powerful in these places, they seemed to feel the same.
Zoroastrianism tamed them, but they didn't really know how to resist.
It's just that even the farm tools in their hands need to be rented from these local powerful men. A group of unarmed people who think about what they can eat every day have already become numb in their hearts. How can they think about how to resist?
Ulm was so nervous that his palms were shaking.
He read out the things recorded on the papyrus: "Hussein, three days ago, violated the commandments in private, drank alcohol, and raped Aziz's wife. Aziz surrendered to her wife. After Jing committed suicide, he wanted to seek justice for himself, but was severely beaten instead. The following twelve people can attest to this."
Senmut translated loudly from the side.
"In addition, Hussein also funded the following three gangs of robbers to plunder the countryside..."
Below, everyone began to angrily pick up rocks, rotten vegetable leaves and other things in their hands and throw them at Hussein, who was imprisoned in the cage.
"If you think this person's crime is worthy of death, give him a thumbs up. If you think this person should be sentenced to death, give him a thumbs up."
Almost without exception, everyone present, whether they were Christians, Jews or Saracens, gave a thumbs up.
Different languages converge into one word.
"death penalty!"
"death penalty!"
"death penalty!"
As the executioner removed the wooden board under Hussein's feet, his feet suddenly fell to the ground, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air, his face turned red.
After a while, his head tilted and he passed away.
"Long live!"
"Heavenly Father (holy fire) bless your lord count."
"Long live the Earl!"
"May the just Lord live long!"
Lothar stood on the tower at the top of the castle. He listened to the shouts throughout the city and whispered: "This is the power of the so-called 'untouchables'."
