The next morning, when Donkmar woke up from his sleep, the door of his room was kicked open by Havina, and he was stunned in front of the rushing knights. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You, what are you?" But Donkmar, relying on his royal bloodline, shouted at Havina and the Teutonic knights who broke in.

"Don't worry, Lord Donkmar, I'm here to deliver something to you, and I'll leave as soon as I deliver it." Havina walked towards Donkmar, her legs tense and slender, and she couldn't help but put up the flag as she watched the energetic Donkmar in the early morning.

"Oh, beauty, I've never seen you before." Donkmar couldn't help but tease when he saw Havina, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, ripe like a peach.

"Haha, Lord Donkmar, you don't know me, but I know you!" Havina smiled, hooked her hair with her right hand, hung it in her ear, and reached over to the place where Donkmar had raised the flag.

"Ah, ha, comfortable, ah, ah~~." Being grabbed by Havena's sharp grip, Donkmar was secretly happy at first, but as Havina's hand grew stronger and stronger, and he also turned in circles, Donkmar's expression began to become distorted, large drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and the severe pain made him can't help but roar.

"Uh-huh." The Teutonic knights who watched from the sidelines all frowned, empathizing with them as men.

"Hmph, this is something that will be returned to you, next time you dare to show off your thing in front of the old lady, be careful that I cut it off and feed it to the dog." Havina let go of her hand, stood up and threw the three rings in front of Donkmar, which were the same Saxon nobles who tried to assassinate Prince Otto.

"Woo, oh." Donkmar's body was bent like a boiled lobster, he covered his vital point with both hands, and looked at the three rings that had fallen in front of him, the horror in his heart was indescribable, it seemed that the three people who tried to assassinate Prince Otto had been caught.

"If I were you, I would have packed my bags now and returned to my estate." As Havina walked out of Donkmar's room, she grabbed the door frame with her right hand, turned to Donkmar and said, five fingers moving like a moving mother spider.

"Woo." Donkmar's face was pale and he couldn't say a word, he was already terrified of this terrible woman.

However, Donkmar listened to Havena's words, and he quickly packed his suitcase, hired a carriage to load his luggage, and rode out of Quedlinburg without taking his servants with him.

When the carriage was carrying Donkmar's luggage and moving along the road under the castle, when passing through the intersection of the market and the street, it stopped because of the crowd, which made Donkmar, who was behind the carriage, unhappy.

"What's going on?" Donkmar rode to the front of the carriage and asked the coachman.

"It seems that something is going on in front of us, people are watching there, and our carriage can't get through at all." The coachman said to Donkmar.

"What? Damn it. Angry, Donkmar rode forward, but the crowd blocked the traffic, and even he couldn't get past it, so he jumped off his horse to ask what was going on.

As Donkmar pushed through the crowd and walked inside, he heard the clamor of people shouting in his ears, as if they were executing criminals at the entrance of the market, and in this age of poor entertainment, people loved to watch bloody executions the most.

"God." When Donkmar stepped into the crowd and saw the execution table, he could not resist drawing a cross, because on the execution table were three Saxon nobles, their hands tied and their mouths stuffed so that they could not shout loudly.

"Woohoo." The three Saxon nobles tried to struggle, but were held back by the soldiers, who turned out to be palace guards.

"What crime did they commit?" Someone in the crowd asked curiously.

"Yes, they are aristocrats." There are also people who are curious about the identity of the criminals.

"Yes, that's right." Donkmar covered his mouth and nose with a piece of linen to hide his face, and said loudly in the crowd.

"They are thieves and blasphemous criminals, and His Royal Highness Prince Otto has accused them of stealing the king's property, a golden cross enshrined in the prayer room of Quedlinburg." The executioner walked out, and Donkmar was surprised to see the other man's face, because the executioner turned out to be Herman. Billund, at this time in Herman. Billund held a golden cross in his hand.

"Oh, that's damn it." When the people heard that the three nobles had tried to steal the king's property, and that it was a cross in the prayer room, they hated it even more.

"Therefore, by order of His Majesty the King, they were sentenced to beheading." Herman. Billon announced loudly to the crowd.

"Woohoo." Three Saxon nobles heard Hermann. Billund's words were even more struggling, but he was beaten by the palace guards.

"Prepare for execution!" Herman. Billon nodded to the executioner, who was wearing a black peaked hood, and on the execution table rested a wooden pier that had turned grayish-brown, and in front of it lay a wooden basin, which was also grayish-brown and smelled of blood.

"Bring it up." Two court guards carried a Saxon nobleman and forced him to kneel behind the wooden pier, just as the Saxon nobleman's gaze fell on Donkmaar.

"Woo, woo." When the eyes of the Saxon nobles fell on Donkmar, he refused to leave, but he did not struggle violently, perhaps because he knew that it was useless to struggle.

"Hmm." Donkmar watched as his former close friend was being escorted to the beheading platform, his hands trembling and covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

"Hmm." The Saxon nobleman, seeing the sadness in Donkmar's eyes, seemed to resign himself to his fate, and rested his head on the bloody wooden mound.

"Brush, do~~."

"Puff~~." The executioner slashed his knife cleanly at the neck of the Saxon nobleman, and with a snort, his head rolled down like a ball into the basin, and blood flowed down like a puff.

"Wow~~." There were exclamations from the crowd, but it was more of a sensory stimulation of the blood, the woman with the child couldn't help but cover the child's eyes with her hands, but she stared at the bloody scene motionlessly, the general execution was exciting enough, and today the execution of three Saxon nobles in a row was enough to become a topic of conversation for a whole year.

"Whew." Donkmar closed his eyes and looked towards his feet, he could not see his friend beheaded, but one after another the Saxon nobles were brought to the execution table, and the executioner grabbed the severed head from the tub and lifted it up to signal to the audience that he had executed the right person.

"Wow~~." The audience watched with relish, applauding desperately and applauding the bloody execution.

"Otto, Herman. Billund, I will never spare you. Watching his friends being executed one by one, their heads lifted by the executioners, Donkmar's eyes filled with rage, and he clenched his fists and swore revenge.

At this time, on the main tower of Quedlinburg, Arold and Havina stood at the window overlooking the entire execution, and when the last prisoner was executed, Havina finally couldn't help it.

"Arod, why did you want Herman to be the executioner, just because he was Prince Otto's man?"

"Well, Prince Otto's execution of those Saxon nobles was indeed unexpected to me, I didn't expect him to be such a decisive person, so I guess I can give him a little trouble!" Arold shrugged his shoulders and said to Havena.

"Hehe, I remember you weren't so suspicious before, and don't forget that Prince Otto is your friend." Havina crossed her arms and said to Arrod.

"Friends? In politics, there are no eternal enemies or permanent friends, only eternal interests. Arold said to Havena.

"Oh? And what about lovers, what am I to you? A spy chief? A woman at your mercy? Or is it just a tool you use? Suddenly, Havina approached Arrod, she clung to Arrod's body, and the heat of her breath could make Arrod feel that she was like the most beautiful and deadliest poisonous snake, spitting out her own letters, licking Arold's skin, tempting Arold's soul, trying to penetrate the strongest toxin.

"Where are you, Arold?" Just as Arrod's eyes were about to close, Princess Josie's voice came from around the corner of the hallway, and she seemed to be looking for Arold.

"Hey, the beautiful princess is going to come to her prince, so the witch has to step back first." Havina left Arrod lightly, and she turned to the other side, her figure quickly disappearing into the shadows.

"I'm here." Arold straightened his clothes, and he turned and walked in the direction of Princess Josie.

"I'm looking for you everywhere." Princess Josie was dressed in a long white dress, her beautiful blonde hair was wearing a small flower crown, her head was wrapped in a light white veil, her skin was as white as milk, her cheeks were rosy red, and her graceful figure was just shining in the sunlight in the window.

"What's the matter?" Arold looked at his beautiful wife, and as he tried to keep Havina's figure out of his mind, he reached out to hold Princess Josie's small hand.

"His Royal Highness Prince Otto seems to thank you for inviting us here." Princess Josie said to Arrod.

"So, does little William have anyone with him?" Arold thought about it, it must be because of the assassination of Donkmar, and Prince Otto wanted to thank him for setting up a banquet.

"Don't worry, there's a maid with you." Princess Josie naturally grabbed Bolton's arm and said to him.

"That's good." Arjod nodded, and they walked down the cloister like the most perfect couple, and the nobles and servants who passed by them all looked at them with envy.