Bruce's answer was not surprising to Stukov, after all, there was no need for a nobleman to help a prisoner, not to mention that he had turned down an offer of employment.

"Then you've seen enough here, maybe tomorrow on the gallows you can enjoy how I was hanged." Stukov sneered, and he sat back in his cell in handcuffs and shackles.

"I'm not going to help you find a dying confessor because I'm going to get you out." Bruce smiled disapprovingly, stepped forward and grabbed the iron railing, and said to a discouraged Stukov.

"Get me out?" Stukov looked at Bruce and then at the fortified prison, where he had a group of outlaws, but even that could not save him, the bishop's prison was guarded by leather-clad jailers, and the sergeants in the barracks adjacent to the prison would always surround those who tried to rob him.

"Yes, I'll save you." Bruce said affirmatively to Stukov.

"Haha, madman." Stukov scoffed, saying that he didn't believe Bruce could do it, and that Bishop Starley was a very conservative aristocrat who never forgave anyone who violated feudal law.

"What I promised will be done, but if I save you, will you be my retainer?" Bruce said to Stukov.

"What the hell is this?" Stukov raised his eyes, his bad white eyes looking at Bruce.

Huntress Eve waited outside the prison, her toned figure causing the jailer to look at him with ill will, and Huntress Eve's piercing eyes glared at the jailer, but instead of being afraid, the jailer smiled wickedly.

"Bang dang." The prison door suddenly opened, and Bruce strode out, his face not very good, and the jailer hurriedly walked over.

"How's it going, are you still satisfied?" The jailer tilted his head and asked Bruce with a smile.

"There's really nothing to see, I'd rather see him go to the gallows tomorrow." Bruce smashed his mouth and said disdainfully.

"Haha, of course, no one wants to miss the day of the execution, but the visit fee that should be paid is still to be paid." The jailer grinned, bared his yellow teeth, and held out his hand to Bruce.

Bruce didn't say anything more, he took ten copper pesos from his money bag and handed them to the jailer, and strode out of the cell, the huntress Eve turned and followed behind Bruce.

"Bruce, if you're too late, I'll be tempted to shoot an arrow through that guy's eyes." Huntress Eve said dissatisfied.

"Huh." Bruce smiled and shrugged his shoulders, he was fully confident that Eve would be able to do it.

The next day, in the square in front of the church, executioners and workers set up a hanging table early in the morning, and many commoners gathered as if they were celebrating a festival, and even the nobles were interested in finding the best place to see it.

Bruce and the others also came to the execution table, they were like the rest of the people who came to watch, and when the sun gradually rose to the roof, the bishop's judge was late, he walked to the execution table with his big belly bulging belly and a velvet hexagonal hat, and he walked to the execution table with his chin upturned and proud, he first bowed deeply in the direction of the church, because he knew that the bishop was sitting there watching from behind the large glass window, and then bowed slightly to the crowd, but this was a salute to the nobles in the crowd.

"Bring the prisoner in." After the judge had finished his salute, he announced loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd, and everyone craned their necks to see the "protagonist" of the day.

"Whoa, whoa." With the sound of shackles, Stukov was taken to the execution table by the jailers, unkempt and embarrassed.

"Oooo The people under the execution table booed, and looking at Stukov's one-eyed hideous appearance, people believed that this was a standard criminal, and he could go to the gallows without trial.

"Quiet, quiet." The judge was pleased with the reaction, and he tried to maintain his majesty, although he also wanted to hang Stukov immediately so that he could go back to please his petite and lovely wife, but the legal process could not be forgotten.

The judge raised his hands to silence everyone, and the crowd gradually calmed down, and Stukov stood on the execution table, he tried to straighten his waist, and looked at the crowd indifferently, in his opinion, these people did not understand justice and fairness at all, they just wanted to see a person hanging on the gallows, so as to vent the anger that was being squeezed in their hearts, whether they were criminals or not did not matter to them at all.

However, as Stukov's gaze swept over the crowd, he suddenly saw Bruce in the crowd, the young lord standing in the crowd looking inconspicuous, but looking at himself with a nonchalant smile.

"The criminal, Stukov is a scoundrel, a scoundrel and a smuggler, who has long brought chaos to the law and order in the diocese, but the benevolent bishop has always believed that sinners will be remorseful, but instead of thanking the Lord God and the merciful bishop, he killed a nobleman." The judge loudly pronounced Stukov's guilt, and when they heard that he had killed a nobleman, the people let out an exclamation.

"Prisoner, do you have anything else to say?" The judge turned to Stukov and asked.

"Hahaha." Stukov did not defend himself, and he let out a laugh, but the judge thought it was the prisoner's dying madness and nodded at the executioner.

Two strong executioners immediately stepped forward to frame him and brought him to the gallows, forcing Stukov to stand on a wooden barrel, and the executioners, who had been waiting for a long time, took the thick linen and tied the thick linen rope in a knot.

"I, I ask for a dying confession." Suddenly, Stukov shouted loudly, and he struggled to plead, but the executioner ignored him and put the noose around his neck.

"Prisoner, you were sentenced to death by hanging for the murder of a nobleman." The judge stood next to Stukov and pronounced the verdict loudly.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him." The crowd was agitated, everyone men and women shouted loudly, and their bloodthirsty instincts made them desperate to see Stukov hanged, staring and sticking out his tongue and urinating all the ugly appearance.

Stukov licked his chapped lips, he searched the crowd eagerly for something with his eyes, until he saw Bruce, he nodded with a speed that no one else could detect, and Bruce kept staring at him, and when he saw his gaze and nodding motion, the corners of Bruce's mouth showed a smile.