With the power of a knife, Farah slowly fell to the stake.

"The King of Trich, the King of Mercenaries, sends you his blessing." He shook the knife in his left hand and nodded slightly to pay a faint salute to His Majesty Goodfarry at the head of the city.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, shameless people......" The angry Goodfari couldn't help but scold, he was not a good-tempered king in the first place.

But he saw the contemptuous and graceful smile of the mercenary king, as if he were looking at a splattered wild dog, and this great humiliation made him suppress his monstrous anger. He calmed down for a moment and asked in a deep voice:

"Cripple wolf, you and I will see you on the battlefield if you win or lose, whether you live or die, this king is convinced. You're going to kill my daughter before you go into battle now, this is the bearing of the king of mercenaries? ”

He saw his daughter tied to the stake crying and couldn't help but shout, "Tirene! Don't ask for mercy! Don't give in! Don't lose the face of the kingdom! Father will avenge you! ”

The father shouted words to make his daughter strong, but his heart was like a knife.

"No, no, no, who said I was going to kill Princess Tirene?" Farah raised a finger and shook it, "The princess is such a lovely girl, I can't do it." ”

The king of mercenaries gently stroked Tirene's crying face, as if it was a comfort to his lover, but in a blink of an eye, his face was full of frost, and his words changed:

"This is not a lynching, this is a trial, Your Majesty!"

"Judgment?!" Goodfarry's face was confused, and hearing these two words from the mouth of the filthy mercenary made him feel incredible.

"A judgment against you unscrupulous, greedy and shameless aristocrats!"

"Hahaha!" The king seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke, "What right do you, a despicable mercenary leader, judge me?" I am the King of Trish's Destiny, and the right of the king is divinely granted, this is the right of God! ”

The silver-haired Farah raised his head to the sky and roared, as if he had long expected such a rebuttal: "Divine authority of the king? The power of the king comes from the people, and when you lose the people, all your rights lose their legitimacy. Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, this kind of truth, you nobles, I'm afraid you don't understand. ”

His Majesty really didn't understand, he only knew that this lame wolf was probably crazy.

"Look at them." Farah pointed to the homeless people outside Kalihiri who were watching the battle from afar, "They were not clothed and hungry, they were your people, they used to grow crops and shepherd sheep for you. Now, you can only wait to starve to death under your walls. ”

"Look at them again." He pointed to the mercenary groups next to him, "They were also your people. After being robbed of your property and land, you can only go away and seek a way to survive in a desperate situation. ”

"It is not me who will judge you today, but them." Farah spread his hands outstretched, "They are the ones who laid the foundation for your wealth and glory, and they are also qualified to stand up and judge you today." ”

His Majesty the King was silent for a moment, and then said, "It is naturally the responsibility of this king to suffer the suffering. But in order to relieve the commoners, the king had already spent all the gold coins in the inner treasury. The queen of this king did not have a new garment for three whole years. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the lame wolf with hatred, "If it weren't for you! How did this world become like this, you are the source of the troubles in this world. ”

"Oh, King of Trich, I confess that you are not a cruel king." Farah bowed gracefully, "But are you going to put the blame on a group of homeless people?" Can your thrift counteract the greed of other nobles? Your lords, who have expropriated their lands and committed immorality, have made the whole country miserable. Isn't that your responsibility? ”

The king was silent again.

"No, it's not your responsibility." Farah changed his words, "It's all the fault of the system!" ”

He reached out and patted Tirin's head next to him, and the poor princess was crying with tears and snot, and she couldn't see her usual arrogance at all.

"Princess Tireen is lovely and I love her personally. But this is a trial, a declaration of war by one class against another, and it will be the people, not me, who will judge her. He said softly to the weeping princess, "I'm sorry, lovely princess. ”

Gentle like a whisper between lovers.

"Tireen Orlink! Princess of the Kingdom of Trich! The crimes committed are as follows! Farah turned around and tore apart a giant pitch scroll, and the solemn sound spread like muffled thunder throughout Kaliheri.

"Crime one, extravagance and waste. Tireen Orlink never stopped enjoying herself when the country was plagued by countless victims and starvation. The money spent on clothing and jewelry every year is enough for a thousand ordinary families. ”

Hiss!!! There was a gasp among the homeless.

"The second crime is to be domineering and vicious. Tireen Orlink whipped at will, insulting servants and commoners. Someone testified that she broke her leg by her guards because she spat at her on the road. There are also testimonies that the princess was dissatisfied with the taste of the food and smashed the entire tavern. ”

- It's me, it's me!

An old mercenary shouted below.

The silver-haired Farah nodded in satisfaction, and he saw that the defenders on the wall were talking, and His Majesty Gudfarri was dead.

"The third crime is corruption. Princess Tireen uses her status to buy bankrupt shops and land at low prices, and prevents others from buying them at high prices. ”

"Crime four, debauchery**. As a princess of the kingdom, she evaded her marriage responsibilities, and she was not married until she was twenty-two years old, and she was messing with women all day long. This kind of behavior that violates the principles of heaven and humanity can be called incorruptible and shameful! ”

"Crime five, murder. Ten years ago, Princess Tireen, for fun, set fire to the Marquis of Spencer's palace and burned to death a total of twelve servants. ”

"The above is the crime committed by Princess Tilyn Orrink, you decide, how to judge!" Farah opened his arms and asked the mercenaries.

"Burn her! Burn her! The mercenaries raised their fists feverishly, making a huge noise.

"What about you?" Farah asked Caliheri again.

"Burn her!" After a brief silence, a homeless man screamed.

"Burn her!" Some people took the lead, and the onlookers cheered together.

"Burn her!" Even the defenders began to shout like this.

Goodfarry's heart sank to the bottom, this lame wolf's strategy is so vicious! It can really be described as murderous, morale has fallen to the bottom, how can this battle be fought. His expression struggled, his index finger embedded deep in the walls, his nails cracked, and blood gushed out.

Princess Tirene, who was on the stake, closed her eyes in pain when she saw her father's struggle. If you can be sensible, if you can be obedient, if you can turn back time...... No, even if she went back in time, she would still choose to do so. Such a realization made her feel the heart-rending pain.

Farah looked mockingly at Trich's king, where there is a trace of a king's demeanor now, he is completely a water dog.

"Since there is no objection to this." Farah motioned for the mercenaries to pick up the torches, "I pronounce the sentence......

"I'm against it!" A clear and strong voice suddenly came. The same megatonic technique.