The National Assembly voted overwhelmingly to pass a resolution to sentence Carlos II to death.

Prior to this, a pamphlet entitled "The Emperor's Confessions" was quietly circulating in the Holy City, based on Carmen Gable's account, but the content was very different and extremely exaggerated.

It was actually the work of a few literati in the Liberal Party, and it was cleverly arranged, with nine out of ten sentences being true, but the forged text was a bit of a fine work.

The image of a ruthless, brutal, greedy and fickle emperor leaps onto the page and is impressive.

Public opinion is always manipulated, and all ordinary people who have read this pamphlet have gritted their teeth at the royal family. Truth and reason are often deliberately ignored, and people are always prone to emotional impulsiveness.

In the early morning of December 12, 1839, it snowed heavily in the holy city.

Officials, intellectuals and citizens at large, wrapped in thick coats, braved the snow to make their way to Palace Square, where the nearby neighborhoods were crowded with water.

Carlos II will be publicly hanged on this day, in the name of justice and freedom.

People are excited and anxious, waiting for the finale of the grand festival.

Several hotels near the square were booked by the bigwigs early because they were the best viewing spots, and the location depends on the status of these people.

The Royal Palace behind the square still looks majestic, and for hundreds of years it was like a mountain weighing on the heads of all peoples, but today it seems to be eclipsed. The walls that had been shelled have not yet been repaired, and its scars are even more ugly against the snow.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the carriage escorting the emperor, escorted by heavy soldiers, passed through the crowd of 100,000 and came to the makeshift gallows in the center of the square.

As he stepped out of the carriage, Carlos II glanced at the palace behind him, and stumbled in remembrance of him.

For the first time, he felt how filthy and cold the winter air in the Holy City was, and at this moment, he still tried to maintain his dignity and die calmly.

He didn't want those rebels to see the unwillingness and fear in his heart, which was his last bit of dignity. He didn't want the cheering crowd to see his remorse, how could those lowly people understand the preciousness of an emperor's dignity.

However, in the eyes of the 2,000 Liberals, 5,000 soldiers, mounted police, and many more citizens who were watching, it was a big theatrical performance.

The executioners wore green coats, tall bowler hats, wide white ties, and pistols and daggers at their waists, which were their professional attire.

Most of these professional executioners are from son to father, and they are very cautious in preparing for this profession of lawful killing, and even go to the prison cell early in the morning to accompany the prisoner, serve the prisoner to eat, dress, and accompany the prisoner to the execution ground.

A priest was reading the scriptures, and he seemed to be stammering a little because he was nervous. Carlos II smiled contemptuously, refusing the help of the executioners and walking alone to the gallows.

The drummers involuntarily stopped beating the drums in amazement, and Carlos II stood under the gallows and waved to the audience:

"O subjects, I do not deserve this humiliation, my blood will water the land of Europa, my flesh and bone will nourish the bright flowers, and my children will avenge me......"

The square seemed to be still.

"Stop him!" ordered the executioner who presided over the hanging, in alarm.

Several of the executioners rushed up and put the rope around Carlos II's neck, while others were on guard, thinking that an old man with nothing but grudges would turn into a devil and devour everything.

With a loud exclamation, Carlos II hung in midair.

At the height of the show, a handful of fanatics broke through the soldiers' lines, made their way to the torture table, poked the emperor's corpse with their daggers, and raised bloody weapons into the crowd.

"Long live freedom!"

The crowd cheered, their cries about to burst their eardrums. As the day's news commentary put it:

"A tyrant died, and the republic was truly reborn, and we only became citizens of the republic on December 12......"

In the crowd, Elizabeth burst into tears, and many people at the scene wept with joy, but she was the only one who was truly grief-stricken.

She couldn't control her body, and was pushed around by the crowd of revelers, like a rotten log floating in a big river, and she didn't know where to go.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and she became a snowman, and the cold air took away the heat from her body, like a walking corpse.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a luxury hotel across the plaza, Bieber Thompson, no, Bieber Lincoln is toasting with the Magi.

"Congratulations, my student. The Magi raised his glass.

"Congratulations to you, my teacher, as well, for our common victory. Lincoln couldn't hide his joy at this time, "Our worst enemy is finally dead, and this is closer to our goal." ”

"But be careful, the royalists will inevitably fight back, and when the news of the Emperor's death gets out, they will be even more destructive than before, and the careerist in Genoa may be even more difficult to deal with. The sage said.

"Teachers, whether it's royalists, or the Civic Party in the South, their open enemies are the Liberals. So......" Lincoln laughed.

"So it's not about us. The Magi laughed, and his laughter immediately stopped abruptly, as if he had been choked by the neck, "You have committed the pride of pride again, and Sean Connery is our worst enemy." In the past few years, he has been standing still, accumulating strength, this tiger cub has obviously become a fierce tiger, and he must be guarded against. He's fought us a lot. ”

"Of course I don't take this tiger lightly, but alas, I'm not fighting alone. Listen to it......" Lincoln clasped his hands to his ear and rushed out the window, "listen to the cheers of the ignorant human beings, who will be our weapons and shields, shouting slogans to fight and fight our enemies, whose flesh and blood will be the best tools for seizing dominance." ”

A hint of worry flashed across the sage's face, his most brilliant student was always proud and inviolable.

Just as he was about to continue his persuasion, the sage suddenly felt a piercing cold in his abdomen, and a dagger was already stuck there. The dagger was in Lincoln's hand.

"Why?" the sage's body shook, and he couldn't even resist it, for it was only then that he realized that there was something else in the celebratory wine he had just drunk.

"There should be only one king among the bloodthirsty. Lincoln said lightly.

His hand was slender and powerful, and with a slight stir, the sage's body was bleeding from the ground in a trembling.

The Magi died quietly, and at the moment of his fall, he seemed to be as unwilling and angry as Carlos II.

At this moment, the cheers in the square outside the window are still loud, and the fanatical people seem to melt the snowflakes with enthusiasm.

Wiping the blood from his hands with a piece of white silk, Lincoln stood in front of the window and toasted in the direction of the palace.