On August mornings, the sun is particularly dazzling in the morning, and the temperature is slowly rising as the sea breeze blows down in the evening.

Just after seven o'clock, many people came to the square in front of the court building.

On the roof of a small building on the edge of the square, two people sat looking at the high platform in front of the courthouse.

The platform is more than a meter high, about the size of a basketball court, and a white silk curtain hangs behind it with a balance embroidered with gold wire.

Ji Shijun stuffed the oil lamp he had just bought at a high price into his pocket, and closed the lid despite the protests from inside.

Auston I, who was next to him, touched his chin and said, "I didn't expect you to be so rich." ”

Ji Shijun shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's my wife's book that I have saved for so many years, and it's all smashed out now." ”

Auston I patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, your wife will not be born until next year, and you can still save slowly." ”

Ji Shijun doesn't want to take this stubble, and now the people of the Slime Guard Regiment who came to destroy the necromancers know about it.

He took out his cigarette pen, lit it, took a puff, and said, "I didn't think Charles would give this oil lamp to anyone casually." ”

Auston I also took out his pipe, and at the same time said: "When a man is in an extreme mood, he will do things that seem incomprehensible to others, and he still has a shred of reason if he did not go to the prison." ”

Ji Shijun turned his head to look at him and asked, "What would you do if Charles wanted to rob the prison?"

Auston I smirked twice.

Ji Shijun puffed out the smoke ring and said to himself: "Last night, I saw a fool in a Batman costume hiding in a nearby corner, I thought it was you." ”

Auston I glanced at him and replied, "Last night I saw a sand sculpture dressed like Zorro, have you seen it?"

The next moment, the two guys tacitly agreed not to mention this stubble.

Ji Shijun sighed: "I can't imagine that such a capable person as Charles would be helpless in this matter." ”

"Inevitably. Auston I said very seriously: "He is still too floating, and he has not sunk down to blend into this world." ”

"They are like children, they know that boiling water is very hot, and they have scalded ants with boiling water, but when they hold boiling water, the water has always been in a thermos cup, and they have never been scalded by boiling water, so when this pot of boiling water is poured on their heads, they know what boiling water is. ”

Ji Shijun nodded, Auston I had known Charles for a longer time, had more contact, and understood them better.

As Auston I said, Charles knew that there were class contradictions in this world, but he had always been on the beneficiary side in life, and there was a group of bigwigs to protect him.

"They should be able to get through this, right?" asked Ji Shijun.

Auston I took two puffs of his cigarette and replied, "They are not easy fellows to throw in the towel. ”

"The girl named Rachel made a great contribution to making them aware of the stubbornness of old ideas and the difficulty of changing customs. ”

Ji Shijun knocked off the cigarette ash in the cigarette gun, glanced at him, and then got a positive response.

The sun climbed higher and higher, more and more people were in the square, and the stake was set up in the middle of the square.

At eight o'clock in five minutes, a group of samurai in white armor came out of the building of the courthouse, and soon blocked the high platform and the stake rack, as well as a passage in between.

Many masters like Ji Shijun occupied the positions on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, and Victoria personally took Charles and Diana to settle on the rooftops of the nearby buildings.

Ji Shijun glanced over there and saw that the two of them were dead-faced, so he stopped greeting each other.

At this moment, the judge, who looked very much like Sean Connery, came out, dressed in a robe whiter than snow, and strode to the high bench of the judge, and the clerk and others took their seats.

"Boom!"

The golden hammer slammed on the tabletop, and the golden balance on the curtain shone faintly, and the whole square was suddenly silent.

"Open the court, take the defendant!"

The judge's voice could be heard throughout the square.

Rachel was soon escorted up, dressed in a gray linen robe, shackles on her wrists and ankles, and a face with a look so calm that the people in the square felt terrible.

She stood in the dock, her waist straight like a fish-man's harpoon.

Behind her, a samurai who was in charge of guarding her saluted the judge and said, "Report to Your Excellency, Your Excellency, that the accused has been brought to the table for identification." ”

The judge slammed the table with a golden hammer and asked, "Civilian Rachel, can you plead guilty to your assassination of Jenny, the crown prince of the Kingdom of Osmu, yesterday?"

Rachel's breathless voice reached every corner of the square: "He was killed by me, I ......"

"Knock! knock!"

As a result, the judge interrupted the defendant's words with two hammer blows, and then he stood up and announced in a loud voice: "The prisoner has pleaded guilty, and thanks to the witness of the god of judgment, I sentence the civilian Rachel to death, and promptly burn at the stake!"

After the judge finished speaking, he slammed the table three times with a golden hammer, and the golden scales representing the god of judgment on the curtain behind him shone with a dazzling golden light, which was more brilliant than the sun in the sky.

No one in the square questioned why the defendant failed to defend himself, and no one questioned that the judge had completed the trial in the blink of an eye, because the verdict had been approved by the god of ruling.

Both hands were pressed on the shoulders of Charles and Diana, and Victoria was afraid that they would act irrationally.

"Let's go back. The queen whispered to them.

It's just that they don't have any response, it's like two stakes.

Sighs rang out in the square, some shook their heads, some wiped their eyes, and some had expectant looks on their faces.

The story of the Fish-Man Girl had spread all over the island last night, and this morning's Daily Chronicle devoted almost all of its pages to Charles's story last night.

The crowd sympathized with the girl's tragic experience and praised her for her brave revenge.

Rachel didn't let the samurai who was guarding her behind her, and with a sigh in the square, she stepped forward and walked towards the stake herself.

The road from the high platform of the trial to the burner was not far, and her steps were not fast, but she was resolute, very calm, and did not hesitate at all, as if she was walking on the path home.

"Salute to your courage for revenge!"

A young knight standing beside the stake saluted her.

Rachel just glanced at the knight, and didn't say anything.

Under the stake, there were piles of specially dried firewood and sprinkled with oily fish.

The fuel was so slippery that Rachel nearly fell when she climbed up on it.

The two warriors tied her firmly to a sturdy column and jumped out of the stake rack.

At this time, a priest of the Ocean Temple wearing a blue robe walked under the stake, he was also a fish man, and the fish people were all believers in the god of the sea.

The priest carried a small incense burner in his hand, and a light smoke came from it.

He walked around the stake while singing the ballad of the sinner's confession to the gods:

It used to be incomparably religious

The daughter of joy in the sea

By the mercy and grace of our God

Grow happily in the waves

But they committed unforgivable wickedness

Why is it so confusing!

Everyone has weaknesses in their hearts

Alienate my gods, and they will be conquered

Sin tempts people to leave the asylum

Destroy her to your heart's content!

I ask for your forgiveness, O God

Forgive this lost child for taking your grace too lightly

Please forgive her for seeing it at this time

You are the source of our strength!

Oh my God! She struggled in the abyss of pain

Please return to her

Save the child who is on the wrong path!

......

When the priest had finished the ceremony, he came up to Rachel and said, "Repent, my child!"

"Pray for the forgiveness of our gods, and the soul will enter the paradise of the gods!"