(Thanks to YF29 for the tip!) I sat on a five-hour long distance today, and I haven't gotten off yet, and I'm ready to update a chapter with my phone.) As a result, there is a tip...... I really wanted to be lazy at the time, but I couldn't help it, even more! Thank you, brother!)

On March 14, 06 A.D., outside the Spas of Ferrard, the nobles looked silently at the gallows erected on the flat ground.

The winter in the north is long and harsh, but the skies are miraculously clear on this day. After the snow, the warm winter sun casts its light on the gallows as it casts its light over the thick clouds that envelop the land of the north.

Under the eyes, the gallows erected are in the shape of a door, a total of seven pairs side by side, the simple door-shaped wooden structure is worthy of the justice and strictness of the trial of sinners, the seven gallows are like seven huge eyes, silently staring at Charlotte, making the mage feel that the darkness in his heart is not hidden.

The investigators were so efficient that in just one night, they were able to gather a series of evidence that Elbert's death was the result of a murder by enemy spies. The murderer was the chef of Ferrard Hot Spring Villa, and of course, none of the cooks and helpers who worked under him on the day of the incident could escape.

How ironic is it that the dignified Emperor of the Empire and the Master of the Seven Rings were poisoned by a group of cooks who could only kill chickens and cows, and I really don't know whether to say that the murderer was well-trained?

Charlotte, of course, knew that it wasn't either, and things were clearly not that simple.

But who cares? The murderer has been found, and there is no direct relationship with the nobles present, and the results of the investigation are all happy. No, it's just a celebration of the crown, isn't it?

Except, the Countess of Ferrard......

Charlotte looked at the noblewoman in the black veil, as if she deliberately did not want others to see her expression. A pair of black-gauzed gloved hands wrung together uneasily, silently watching as the chef and helpers in her manor were escorted to the gallows by the guards.

While escorting the condemned prisoner, the chef, who passed by the Countess Ferrard, suddenly fell to his knees, and the middle-aged man in shackles prostrated himself on the ground with his restrained elbows, raising his head awkwardly on the shackles.

Charlotte's eyes were unforgettable, the man's eyes were full of fear and despair, his pupils twitching uneasily, his snot and tears mixed with his trembling lips, and his face distorted with fear.

His voice was hoarse, because he was too frightened, his teeth still made a bumping sound from time to time, and his speech was trembling and incoherent, "Husband, madam, the murderer is not me! I still have a son! I don't want to, I don't want to draw a charge! Yes, they *** me...... Ahh

Before he could finish speaking, the whip slammed into his ragged back. The man screamed and rolled on the snow. Charlotte noticed that he had whip marks, burns and other scars on his body, and the scars were bruised and swollen, and they looked extremely oozing!

"Shut up, how dare a bold criminal run into the Countess!" the inquisitor rebuked, and said to the Countess of Ferrard with a flattering smile, "Madame, Madame! It is very dangerous to let such a dog thief lurk in the mountain villa!

After he finished speaking, he shouted sharply to the left and right, "What are you still doing in a daze!? Why don't you put the main culprit on the gallows!?"

It seemed that he was really weak-hearted.

"Wait!"

But the Countess of Ferrard suddenly stretched out her hand, which immediately frightened the official into a cold sweat, and looked at Lady Rebecca who was standing quietly with a pair of eyes like a distress cry.

"Ma'am!" Rebecca looked at Mrs. Ferrard with a stern look Charlotte had never seen before.

"I know, Your Highness!"

There was a pleading look in Madame Ferrard's veil, and Rebecca said no more, nodding to the official.

"I can't help you, you colluded with foreign countries to commit heinous crimes, and no one can help you. Madame Ferrard said to the chef, her voice trembling and her eyes welling with tears. Mrs. Fellard covered her mouth, let alone keep the chef, even if the conclusion was that the chef colluded with the enemy country to murder the emperor, but the matter was in the Phila Hot Springs Villa, and the murderer was identified as the chef, how could the Fellard family stay out of the matter.

Charlotte, who was standing not far from her, noticed that the noblewoman was trembling all over, so he parted the crowd and silently hugged the noblewoman, who had almost become his mother-in-law. Madame Fellard was slightly startled, and cast a grateful look at Charlotte.

At this time, her tremors gradually subsided, and she no longer spoke with a crying tone. With Charlotte's status in the North, even if he makes a simple move, it will be interpreted by everyone as he is unswervingly on the side of the Fellard family. Any family that wants to fall into the trap will have to weigh in to see if they have enough strength to challenge the future king of Icewind Castle and Lawrence's second son.

"But no matter how heinous your sins are, I promise that you will not be guilty of your family. I will advise the Grand Duke and His Highness Rebecca to spare the lives of your wife and children. ”

"Ma'am. At this time, the official reminded in a low voice, "But he is treasonous, and according to the law, the family must be used as slaves......

"I don't need you to remind me of the laws of the principality!" Lady Fellard pointed at the officials and shouted, "The law-makers are the Grand Duke and His Highness Rebecca, and I said that I will advise the two Highnesses!

"Auntie!" a young man tugged at the sleeve of Madame de La Fellard, who was Madame Ferrard's nephew, "please be careful!"

No matter how lowly the official is, he is also the person in charge designated by Rebecca. Being insulted in public would be interpreted by Rebecca as resentment against the Claydermans.

"Don't talk about it, everyone present knows the law better than you do!" Charlotte then said, "Are you here to show your talent? Or do you feel the need to remind me of the letter of the law when I have been away from Erosa for many years? Don't go yet!"

"Wait!" Rebecca said suddenly, her face covered in frost and completely devoid of the gentleness she used to have when dealing with people.

"Mom......" Charlotte felt a slight tremor from Mrs. Ferrard beside her, and was about to defend herself, when Rebecca continued.

"Charlotte is right, you little official, don't you still want to remind me that the law of Erosa is not successful, I will order an amnesty for the chef's wife and children, so you remember one thing for me, in Erossa, Clayderman is the law!

The officer immediately fell to his knees and begged Mrs. Ferrard for forgiveness as he smacked his cheeks to swell. He looked desperate and depressed, and he didn't know how he had come to this fateful job.

The young man tugged at Madame de la Fellard's sleeve again, and the latter waved his hand as if he had just woken up, and bowed to Rebecca. Finally, he cast a grateful glance at Charlotte.

However, one riot did not subside, and another riot broke out. Perhaps seeing the chef's actions, those helpers and cooks begged for mercy. This time, it was not Madame Ferrard, but Aven, who had always been gentle and gentle.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare me, I'm not a murderer, it has nothing to do with us, it's all the chef's doing! We don't know anything!"

The scene was chaotic, and the soldiers whipped the prisoners, and Charlotte looked at Evan, who had thin lips and hands naturally hanging down at the sides of her legs. Evan glanced at Charlotte consciously, her eyes like a shadow, no longer as clear and translucent as a clear blue sky.

Just as Charlotte showed a sad expression, Evan suddenly opened his mouth.

In Charlotte's anticipation, Evan said to the guards, "Why are you still stunned?"

"Evan ......"

Charlotte opened her mouth, and Claire rushed out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist, shaking her head at him with a solemn expression.

A quarter of an hour later, seven bodies hung from the gallows.

At this time, the winter sun was again obscured by heavy clouds, and the cold wind of the north howled and slapped on the seven corpses, making them sway in the east wind like hanging sausages.

Charlotte looked at Evan in the distance, then at the swaying corpses, and said in a deep voice, "They are a flock. ”

"Elbert too. Neham clenched his fists and a pair of eyes burned with fireworks, "So I don't want to be a sheep for the rest of my life!"

"Don't mess around, Neham. I won't allow you to do anything to any of my family!" Charlotte reminded her comrades with an almost ferocious gaze.

"What about Elbert?

"What about your answer!?don't force me to hurt you!" Charlotte growled, begging again, "Please!"

Neham's clenched fists loosened, and he collapsed as if he had been drained of bones, "...... Yes, I promise you. ”

Claire grabbed their shoulders from left to right, dragging them in the cold wind towards the lodge.

Although they snuggled up tightly, each of them seemed extremely lonely.