For Gudorova Charznan de Guzmán, the experience of these days is nothing short of a nightmare.

He didn't know what kind of immortal he had committed, but seeing was believing, he had been treated as the lowest prisoner, from the time His Majesty summoned him, to being imprisoned in the royal prison, and now being escorted to the dungeon of the sect's *sect's *judgment* prison, it was obvious that his situation was getting worse.

In the process, he told himself again and again that everything would be fine, everything would fall out, all nightmares would pass, and justice would surely triumph.

This is also his highest adherence to life in more than forty years, and if even this deceives him, then death does not seem to be such a terrible thing.

But will things really go the way he expected? As time goes by, the truth seems to be revealing little by little.

It can be seen from his deteriorating living conditions that the situation is not gradually improving as he imagined, on the contrary, everything is getting worse.

This made Charznan very depressed, did he really end here?

Is there still so many ideals and revenge in the name of confusion, and they can't be realized in the end?

Father, if you have a spirit in heaven, why don't you open your eyes and see if what you have taught me is wrong?

With infinite resentment, Charznan continued his life in prison until one day he heard the jailers talking about the "day of the public trial" approaching.

Public trial? Who is on trial?

Could it be that the public trial itself is not successful?

It's ridiculous! Public trial me? Aren't they afraid of revealing their stuffing?

What is their ability and what evidence do they have to try themselves?

Is it true that when some people are sick, everyone is sick?

Not really, hehe.

Charznan thought to herself. It's a little worse than he thought, but it's not irreparably worse!

This is what Charznan has always insisted on, believing that he is innocent – for the country of Spain. If it's for England, or for the Netherlands, then he's full of evil, but that's where he's most proud.

"The only result of the public trial is to return my innocence, and then take off the masks of those evil people, so that they will lose face and never be able to continue to live in this country!"

He thought so, and with the self-hypnosis day after day, he even had a thought and idea of "hoping that the day of the public trial would come sooner and restore his innocence as soon as possible".

However, this day really came, and Charznan's heart was worried again.

That afternoon, the jailers suddenly brought a much more sumptuous meal than usual, and although it was more than a half-star-and-a half off from the previous life, it was more than a meal that could be called magnificent compared to the rest of the time since he got up and was imprisoned, and it was absolutely unambiguous.

Could it be that things have taken a turn for the better? These jailers turned around and stammered themselves again? Charznan thought.

But then he denied his naïve ideas.

First of all, even if they really go out, even if they become the commander-in-chief of the Invincible Armada, these people in the sect *religion * judgment * do not have to beg themselves at all, they are completely independent of the world, and even His Majesty the King actually has no right to completely command them, or decide their life and death.

What's more, after these jailers put down the food they gave themselves, they left without looking back, and when they left, they seemed to have a cold smile.

Seemingly...... Is this a severed head?

How did they know that I was going to die without a trial?

"I have to prove to the world that justice, fairness, and justice do exist!" Charznan thought.

This night, Charznan tossed and turned, although he kept telling himself, no problem, no problem, but when it really came, he hesitated again.

In case of...... Of course, what should I do if the situation is not so good?

My father's old friends usually talk about life and death help and never give up, but since he was in prison, who has ever come to visit him, let alone help him!

Forget it, let's see the walking steps! I hope that His Majesty will be present at the time of the trial, and that I will at least have someone to talk to, so that I will not be completely helpless.

Little by little, the sky was getting brighter, and the groggy Charznan opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at the light outside.

The light was blurry, and it could even be said that it was not clear at all, but the footsteps were clear.

The two jailers walked in quickly, some of them indiscriminately, and pulled up Charznan, who was lying on the ground, and dragged him out.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Charznan cried out, struggling with all his might, trying to give himself back a relative freedom.

The two jailers stopped, and they were silent, when suddenly, one of them pulled Charznan by the hair and pulled him from the ground, leaving him like a struggling prawn, with his belly bulging forward.

The other didn't say a word, silently picked up the shackles, and hit him twice in the chest and abdomen!

Charznan wanted to howl out in pain, but he was slapped on the chin by the jailer who dragged him!

Therefore, he can only make the sound of "Keke" in his mouth, but he can't scream!

Then, the jailer behind him threw down Charznan, and the former Admiral of the Third Detachment of the Spanish Armada immediately fell to his knees on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to kneel, so he collapsed!

Finished! Charznan seems to have a trace of realization in his heart, this is definitely not a situation to make himself good, I am afraid that today is more auspicious and less auspicious, and it is difficult to escape!

But why? Who is going to harm themselves? The only competitor, Alfred Jr., lives and dies, so who is going to deal with him? And such a ruthless hand! Isn't that strange?

His mind went blank, and Charznan was set up again, dragged on, and continued to walk out, leaving a trail of blood looming on the ground, shocking.

At this time, the only hope in his heart was that Philip II was also there, because only he knew his loyalty, and only he believed that he had no two hearts!

But will things go well? Charznan was asking himself.

And all this came to a conclusion when he was dragged to the trial hall.

Where is Philip II? Yes, just the cardinals and judges of the Inquisition!

And, little Alfred sitting in the back corner!

It's really him! It's really his troublemaker!

Charznan opened his mouth to exhale, but was pressed in his chest by an indescribable indignation, and finally could not say a word.

"Poof!" Charznan was thrown to the ground like a dead dog, panting violently.

As he lay on the ground, Charznan tilted his head slightly and glanced at little Alfred out of the corner of his eye.

The man nodded slightly to the Presiding Judge sitting in the middle, and the Inquisitor picked up the Hammer of Judgment on the table!

"Dangdang!" The presiding judge, dressed in a dark black robe, struck three times on the solid wood table in front of him, and everyone stood up solemnly.

"Begin the verdict!" The presiding judge's deep voice echoed in the hall, making the already dark courtroom even more eerie!

Charznan, who fell to the ground, did not hear the subtleties of his words, and in the old days he would have said "Begin the judgment" at the beginning of the trial. ”

And today he is talking about "starting the verdict"!

The difference between the trial and the verdict was a thousand miles, which ultimately determined that Charznan was destined to end in tragedy.

As for why there is such a change, it is actually very simple, 20% of the revenue of the Armada in the Mediterranean and Africa will be used as donation funds and go directly into the pocket of the Sect's *Church* Inquisition* represented by the presiding judge!

This commitment is double that of Alfred Sr., but it is still absolutely affordable.

This may be the cunning of Alfred Sr., and of de Guzmán, who thinks his son will succeed him. If everything is not too full, leave a way out for future generations.

And this way out is now a road to prosperity in front of little Alfred, but it is also a road of no return for Charznan.

Under such a premise, the next verdict is actually a formality. After all, there are no outsiders, after all, everything has already been concocted, after all...... His Majesty Philip II and the rest of the heads are gone!

The time and place are right, can't you kill a Charznan?

The former admiral of the tragic Third Fleet sat on the pillar, silently listening to the so-called verdict, and the more he listened, the more he realized that it was wrong!

They! Who is this man they are talking about?

Corruption, bribery, fornication with enemy countries, smuggling and tax evasion, and selling intelligence......

Is this talking about yourself?

When have you ever done these things?

But! But all the piles and pieces are clearly and conclusively evidenced, including the 2.2 million gold coins "searched" from his own home, all of which are so irrefutable!

Of course, there is still a lot of secret evidence, witness testimony, evidence and evidence, especially the collection note of the Bank of Venice, who can say what is going on?

What broke Charznan the most was the last one!

"Gudorova Charznan de Guzmán has betrayed the Divine Faith and is in the company of rebellious and perished Protestants, and I declare that it is officially classified as heresy!" The referee who recites the verdict has a cold voice, but the content is even colder!

Heterodox? When did you become a heretic? Charznan got up from the ground angrily and shouted, "I'm not ......"

"Poof!" There was another blow in the back, and Charznan fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat.

"Dangdang!" The presiding judge's hammer struck three more times, and everyone stood up again.

"I declare that all the above-mentioned charges against Gudorova de Guzmán are convicted, and that after study, it has been decided that he shall be sentenced to death for the extermination of heresy! Burn at the stake! ”

"Boom!" The only thing in Charznan's mind was a flash of lightning, which was not true! This must not be true!

"I am the biological son of the Commander-in-Chief of the Armada, de Guzmán, and the Admiral of the Third Fleet! I owe it to the country, and I am not guilty! I was wronged! Charznan stood in the middle of the court and shouted, but was knocked to the ground by a thud from behind him!

And this time, almost even his spine was broken.

"You're a heretic!" The voice of the presiding judge was like a demon from the Nine Hells: "So, we must purify you!" Repent! ”

"Repent!" The referees spoke in unison.

Charznan lay on the ground, his eyes flowing a liquid that I don't know if it was blood or tears, and it only stained the whole world red......