'Quid? Cole tenuerunt? Beheaded cras ?! (What??Cole's arrest??Tomorrow's beheading?!) Arthur was shocked.

“Ocius bellum moveremus omnis copias in manum tuam, et salvum illum usquam!“ (Quick, gather all the forces at my disposal, save him no matter what!) Arthur made a quick decision.

"Volumine!" Arthur kicked it away, drew his sword and walked out.

“Tu etiam vere impetu, ut salvum faciam populo huic Quid tu parum miles?“ (You're really impulsive, what can you do to save people with this little soldier in your hand?) Nogel strode in.

“Quid tu veneris?“ Arthur apparently didn't know that this person was the culprit responsible for the current situation, "Et descendit primum ire!" (You guys go down first!)

“Si aliquo modo, tantum dicam brevi, iam non est tempus ludere per mysterium vobis!“ (If you have any way, just say it, there's no time for you to play dumb riddles right now!)

"Non est ita..." (not without a solution...... Nogel motioned for Arthur to come closer, but suddenly raised a handful of powder as he approached him.

“Quid agis? Ubi est hoc?“ Arthur was furious.

(I'm sorry, for some reason, I'm afraid I'm going to be on the opposite side of you.) Nogel said lightly.

Cole was held by a large number of guards, from the entrance of the prison to the guillotine. Along the way, many people pointed fingers at him. But he just kept his head down, not caring at all.

It was here that his decapitated relatives had been cut off not so long ago, and he was gnashing his teeth for revenge, but now he was bound hand and foot, drugged, like a lamb to the slaughter. Amusing.

Linggen was pressed down on the steel knife. The cold blade makes people shudder.

Cole's life is constantly replaying in his mind, and those who have influenced him appear and curtain call one by one. Cole examines his life and finds that he has nothing to regret except for his unavenged revenge.

A tear suddenly welled up in the corner of Cole's eye.

“Quid · M. Ice Magia!"

The wind was like a god descending from heaven, and the cold wind swept the execution ground in an instant, freezing all the living people at the scene into ice.

“Ite!“ (Hurry up!) Wind Without a Trace is always concise and to the point.

He threw Cole into a carriage that had been prepared as fast as he could, and jumped on it himself.

“Rogerus?“ (Roger?) Cole was visibly stunned when he saw the people in the car.

“Hoc novum est, quod estis vos de exsecutioni mandandam tulit omnes super regionem, et abiit, et statim invenire magister Feng Wuhen iniectum esse ratus, si cognouimus, maybe sex tribulationibus liberabit te.“ (The news that you are going to be executed has spread all over the country, and I immediately went to find Young Master Feng Wuxi, remembering that since you know each other, maybe he will save you.) Roger smiled shyly, "Fortunate, Tarot et adhuc in urbe, secus........." ）

“Festinare!“ Wind leapt up without a trace, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Roger stopped talking and went to the front to set up the car.

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“Velim quaerere te, quid tu solus Etruscos sustinuit a magi committere ut mortem et intrare Xingchang furantur, tum in cedere? ' (I'd like to ask you how you managed to get a single-handed magician to go into the Xingchang and rob the prisoner alone, and get out of the way?)

Carroll had her head down, and no one could read his face clearly. However, the Ministry of Justice of the empire has always been his sphere of influence, and the Minister of Justice is one of his only remaining civil supporters in the court.

'Princeps in sententia ... (In my opinion, Prince...... The Minister of Justice hesitated for a long time, but finally stepped forward.

'His Carroll regia: Si habes hic ad de temporis countermeasures, melior est quam ut capere id cogitare de Cole iterum. An old man strode in, "Si imperator non habet idoneitatem candidatorum vere ego potest auxilium Nobilitas tua hoc iterum." ）

The Minister of Justice turned his head dissatisfied, but was stunned for a moment when he turned back:

“Sakevich? Quid mihi est hic?“ (Sacchwich? Why are you here?)

“Quid est hoc Celsitudine vestra Regali petat? ' Sarkovic ignored him, 'Non tantum accipit parva re, id quod et nos fecimus opus, quam de? (All it takes is a small deal, we take what we need, how about it?)

“... Fac? Archiepiscopus dicitur esse securus.“ （...... The Archbishop said it lightly. Carol sneered, "Non habes iure decernere opinionem populi." ）

(The so-called three major sects of the Gaplos human race are actually a religion in essence, thousands of years ago when the Red tribe rebelled, the god of fire, the god of light, the god of earth, the god of thunder, the goddess of war, the god of death, and the god of the forest each chose a human as the executor of their will to interfere with the order of the continent, this is the origin of the so-called Seven Saints, and the alliance composed of their seven people has also become the predecessor of the Demon Alliance.) However, after the fall of the Chi tribe, the ambitions of the human monarch also began to expand rapidly, and wars between countries continued. And in order to proclaim the legitimacy of their own regimes, the monarchs of various countries urgently need a brainwashing theory, a theory that can consolidate their rule by preaching the divine right of kings, and this theory should preferably be exclusive, and no ruler except himself can be recognized by this theory, so as to create a seemingly justified reason for expansion, and various sects have emerged in this situation. The so-called different understandings of the Seven Holy Wills are actually nothing more than conflicts of interest between the monarchs of various countries. There really is no one who cares what the dead people of thousands of years ago want to express, all they care about is how to make the 7 dead in the past give full play to their lives in the present, nothing more. ）