Albert moved his limb, which was bound a little, and the chains rattled with a clatter, and the people who were busy stacking the oil-soaked firewood under the altar stopped as if they were frightened, and looked up at him in a daze.

There is fear, there is contempt, there is defensiveness, and there is disgust.

He stopped, the hunger that had tormented him since he woke up yesterday had exhausted the last strength left, and even the horns that had emerged from his head had lost their traces, and he had no trouble even moving his fingers without the replenishment of blood.

"Look at what, hurry up and keep moving, be sure to burn this demon to death before the sun goes down!" The baron, with his round belly, waved his whip and whipped straight at the thin man in front of him, who staggered a few steps, nodded his head and ran away.

The altar had been erected all day, and was finally completed in the evening, and the big-bellied baron stood in front of the pyre with a torch, like a general who had conquered the heights, and looked with undisguised pride at the top of the man who was tied up.

"Citizens, we are here today to witness a great event, a major event that is enough to record the history of the empire!" He turned around with a torch, and almost lost his weight and planted on the pile of firewood, "Today, we are going to burn a demon who is a bad party, burn this conscienceless alien, burn ......"

As he was still speaking, the distant clash of armor and the sound of horses' hooves drew nearer, and the uniform sound soon attracted the attention of the onlookers, and those who looked back respectfully and humbly gave way when they saw the comer, and saluted prostrate as the knights in silver and gold helmets walked by.

The baron saw the knight as the crowd bowed, and he immediately stuffed the torch in his hand to the servant on one side, and hurriedly raised his flattering smile to meet him, and looked up at the man on the horse, "Your Excellency Grand Knight Captain Hawley, what is the wind that has brought you here?" ”

The silver armor and golden helmet, which is second only to the level of the golden armor knight of the emperor's majesty, only obeys the orders of the royal family, and this Lord Holly is the emperor's own brother, the chief guard of the Duke of Tarbres, which is much more noble than him.

Grand Knight Holly glanced at the man under his horse, and simply dismounted, and the knights behind him followed him, kneeling on one knee towards a luxurious carriage pulled by six horses slowly approaching with the crisp sound of armor crashing.

"Honorable Miss Chloris Byron, Miss Tablius, Grand Knight Captain Holliniks respectfully invites your presence."

The baron looked at the carriage, and after seeing the hanging family crest, he bent down and lowered his head, and the surrounding citizens bowed their heads even more, not daring to look at the faces of the nobles.

Sitting quietly in the carriage, the ornate and intricate skirt covering the side of the body, and the inner wall of the carriage inlaid with various gems reflect the colorful colors of the sunset.

She waited until the maids on both sides came and opened the curtain in front of the car before slowly raising her head, and at first glance she looked at the boy trapped on the pyre, and only after making sure that he was still alive did she look at the baron on the side casually, "Baron Yukos didn't know that I was in the city, and he didn't even tell me about such an important event?" ”

Her voice was clear and graceful, with the characteristic softness of a girl, but the tone that did not fluctuate made the baron who was targeted instantly break out in a cold sweat.

The Emperor's favorite niece, Miss Cloris, the only son of the Duke of Tarbres, came to Vic City to recuperate, and he, the baron who acted as the lord of the city, naturally knew about it, but this noble young lady was bedridden due to illness as soon as she came, and the Duke strictly forbade others to visit, and after he was stopped several times, he left this behind, how could he know that she suddenly jumped out today.

It's still in a blaming tone.

The fat baron didn't know what to say, and the man in the carriage spoke again, "Wouldn't the baron know that it was my person who was going to be executed today, and he deliberately concealed it from me for fear of being blamed?" ”

As soon as the responsibility for concealing it is deducted, even if he can save his life, he will lose his title.

The baron immediately defended, "Honorable Miss Chlores, this should not be yours, this ...... It's a demon who killed two people in a row and committed theft......"

While he was still talking, the knights who had been instructed to take the boy off the pyre and hesitantly put the man on the carriage.

Jing Hao looked down and saw that he was covered with scars, and the wolf was a little out of shape, so he could only open his eyes weakly and look at her, and the boy who had lost his strength even stretched out his hand, the anger in his heart instantly overflowed, and even the ceremonial smile on his face disappeared cleanly.

"He's guilty of theft?" Jing Hao sneered, "Does the baron think that even giving away my own things has been defined as theft?" ”

She appeared in such a battle, she originally had the idea of suppressing people with power, and now she is even more unrestrained, and the coercion in a high position is like substance, directly pointing at the baron who is already trembling, "I only know now that a small baron can convict the royal family with a single sentence, and he can make up charges without saying a word and wantonly kill innocent citizens." ”

She glanced at Grand Knight Hawley, who was standing in front of the carriage, "If the Baron dares to attack my people today, he will dare to attack me tomorrow." Is Lord Hawley going to ignore it? ”

The armor collided with each other, and dozens of shiny long swords were aimed at the baron with a vigorous murderous aura.

The baron fell to his knees with a "poof", and his trembling fat body could no longer utter a word.

Jing Hao looked at the people who were prostrate on the ground, and the clear voice immediately reached the ears of everyone in the quiet square, "Who among you can accuse Albert of being a demon?" ”

There was silence.

"And is there anyone else who wants to charge him with homicide and theft?"

Continued silence.

Even the person who had raised his head slightly before lowered his head under the gaze of dozens of knights.

"Sure enough, the baron is framing," Jing turned to look at the baron who had fallen to the ground, the ground under his feet was soaked, with an unconcealable smell, "False accusation, according to the laws of the Empire, confiscation of family property, exile to the border after thirty years of cane, and deprivation of the title of those who have titles." ”

She waved her hand, and immediately a knight dragged the baron, who was soft into a puddle of mud, and set it up in front of the pyre to execute the cane, and the baron's pig-like howl resounded through the square.

The prostrate citizens became more and more silent.

They listened to the sound of the carriage and walked away, and were stared at by the remaining dozen knights after watching the execution, and finally walked back to their house with soft feet, not daring to say anything more about today's events.

Even the barons, who have a knighthood and usually act as a prestige in the city, are in such a fate, and they dare to say anything more.

After Jing Hao had made an example of the monkey, she did not stay where she was, and when she was out of sight of the citizens, she urged the groom to speed up and crouch down to take a closer look at the boy's condition.

She didn't know what Albert's self-healing ability was, but as far as the ability to stop her bleeding last time was at least a hundred times stronger than normal, and now, most of the wounds on his body had not healed, and the white bones under the flesh could still be seen in a few deep places.

I don't know what kind of injury he was injured before.

Her fingers ran over the boy's wound, dipped in water with the fine silk she was carrying, helping him to wash the skin around him, so as not to infect the wound and exacerbate it.

The carriage didn't know what had passed, it jolted violently, Jing Hao was defenseless, and with a shake of his hand, he poked the boy's still cracked wound, and the crimson and purple blood immediately gushed out of the wound, and the boy slowly opened his eyes under the stimulation of pain.

Those dark black eyes looked at her motionlessly, and there was still a bit of innocentness at a loss, as if they wanted to look around to make sure of the situation, but for some reason they didn't move away from her.

From those dark black eyes, you can see a small her.

Albert looked at her fixedly for a moment, as if he had finally determined something, and slowly and weakly spat out a word, "Hungry." ”

Jing Hao took out a food box from the small cabinet on the side, twisted a piece of pastry and fed it to his mouth, "It's not convenient to drink water while lying down, so eat in small bites." ”

Albert hesitated, opening his mouth to swallow the food in his mouth.

However, the pastry with the size of the index finger quickly melts in the mouth, leaving a trace of sweetness, which lingers on the tip of the tongue for a long time. As soon as he pursed his lips and tasted it, the next piece was fed to his mouth, and his white fingers hung in front of his eyes, and he didn't make any extra movements after lifting it for a long time.

Patiently waited for him to open his mouth.

The carriage soon drove into the manor, and the maid at the door immediately surrounded her, stretched out her hand to help Jing Hao down from the car, and the silver-haired maid standing at the front looked her from top to bottom, and if she didn't remember the etiquette, she would immediately touch her to see if she was injured.

"Oh, my weak Miss Cloris, how could you run to such a place? If something happens to you, how can I explain to my deceased lady, and how can I face the Duke of the Imperial Capital? Next time, please don't risk yourself again......"

"All right, Livia," said Jinghao, smiling at the worried head maid, indicating that she was fine, and looking back at the few manservants who were carrying Albert out of the car, "Send someone to the room next to me." ”

The valet who had walked in front of him suddenly tripped on the steps, and the whole improvised stretcher was tilted, and Albert's thin arm fell out of the thin quilt that covered it, and it was like a yellowed leaf in autumn, and a deep wound on the arm that was visible to the bone was slowly healed in the blink of an eye.

Jinghao immediately stepped forward and shook his hand, putting his arm back under the thin quilt.

"Be careful."

The head maid of Livia glanced at the boy who had been taken away, and then at Miss Clores, who was still not worried about raising her feet and was about to follow, and without thinking about it, stepped forward and grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Miss Cloris, you shouldn't pay too much attention to such people, your identity ......"

"My identity doesn't need you to remind me what to do and what not to do." Jing Hao brushed away her hand that was clutching at the hem of her skirt, "Livia, you are the one my mother left behind to take care of me, not the one she used to restrain me. ”

She sighed faintly, and instantly lowered her tone, with a little suppressed sadness and helplessness, her hands hung weakly at her side, "I have not had friends since my mother died, and it is rare to have such a ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Livia shook her hand, with a faint tear in her eyes, "My poor and weak Miss Cloris, I have spoken so rudely of your sad matter......"

The head maid quickly thought of the child who had grown up alone in the huge house, the child who was crying so much that he could barely breathe in front of his wife's bed, and the pale and weak little face that was trapped in the hospital bed, and decisively put all kinds of worries behind her, "You just go up, that poor child doesn't know how many injuries he has suffered," the silver-haired old lady clenched her fists and was full of fighting spirit, "No matter what the problem, Livia will help you!" ”