Chapter 57: Dead End (3)
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"Oh. Everyone in the room had a look of sudden realization.
Richard Manon laughed, "It's a pity, I thought that those members of the 'Divine Grace Redemption' would risk their lives to save her, and it was in vain to arrange it." Not a single one was caught, along with the accomplices. β
Christian said: "What kind of divine salvation, a group of blasphemers, in the end they can't even save themselves." None of their Negru dads have come out, don't you, Master George?"
George was noncommittal and turned to Hickstu: "Lord Holy Envoy, everyone below is waiting to see the execution of the prisoner." β
Hikstu laughed: "The prisoner is already dead, and it doesn't seem appropriate to push the dead to the guillotine." β
George said lightly: "Since it's a witch, isn't it okay not to cut off the head and pierce the heart with a stake?"
Hickstu laughed and patted George on the shoulder, "Your piety rivals that of the inquisitioners. But so be it. With that, he walked over to the intercom and gave the order, "The witch is dead, the execution is over."
The spectators in the stands made dissatisfied voices, but they could only shake their heads helplessly and leave their seats. Like a river of countless black ants, it left through the six gates of the arena.
Hickstu turned his head: "Mr. Georgeβwhere are the people?"
Tuckers said: "I just went out, and I didn't even say hello." β
Christian agreed: "Yes, yes, there is no politeness at all, even if it is an eighth-level alchemist, this score is too big." β
Richard Mannon said, "Guys, don't you notice? It's fine when you laugh, but when you don't laugh, you think he's facial paralysis." β
Hikstu laughed, "Didn't you notice? He laughed like a paralyzed face!"
There was a burst of hearty laughter in the room.
In the stairwell, Riley's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and she was rubbing her little hands vigorously, and a handkerchief was handed over next to her, she grabbed it and wiped it twice, and wiped her nose again, and when she looked up, she saw that it was George, and quickly stood up: "Mr. George, I ......"
"How does it feel to watch the execution?"
"It sucks, why do you want me to come here to see such cruel things? That sister is so pathetic. β
"Let's go, talk as we go. George raised his hand to motionfor Riley to take the stairs, then walked in front with his hands behind his back, "Let's see what happens to the loser." If we fail, the end will only be worse than that. And there is no one to relieve us of the pain. Besides, it's also a kind of training for you. As an alchemist, no matter what harsh environment you are in, you must keep a clear and calm mind and a decisive and neat attitude. β
"No, not really......"
"The noose around the neck of alchemy is about to tighten, and soon, the peers will find out that they are to blame at every turn. You can't stay here for long. β
"Huh, this is ......."
"From now on, it's time to speed up your preparations. β
Riley's mind was completely messed up by George's leapfrog thinking: "Huh, you're going to ......"
"Well, you don't understand that yet. Now, follow me to collect the body. β
"Huh, it's ...... to collect corpses."
"The corpses of witches and heretics are good alchemical material. I negotiated with Hickstu. β
"Huh, when are you going to ......?"
"What do you think I've been doing for the past four days? While you're still basking in the dream of defeating Rodriguez, I'm ready to take the next step. β
Riley's heart suddenly moved: "The corpses of witches and heretics, aren't they just ......"
"yes, the two fools who just died. β
"What do you have in store?"
"No comment. β
"As an assistant, I ask for a reasonable right to know!"
"This is part of a high-level experiment, and you don't have enough permissions. β
"You!"
As George and Riley descended the stairs from the tower, Royce was also collecting his frustration and walking towards the northwest gate with heavy stepsβperhaps because he didn't have the face to see Dark, he deliberately chose the northwest direction.
The Chamber of Commerce is really neat and straightforward - no, perhaps, it is better to replace it with arbitrariness and viciousness, taking advantage of the decline of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, and using this way to establish authority to the whole of Hong Kong?
Death to those who stand in the way.
All chambers of commerce are his daughters.
Royce was taken aback by the idea that came up just now, how could it be, the Chamber of Commerce took him in when he was desperate, and it was too late to repay the favor, how could he have such a terrible idea?
However, the Chamber of Commerce can unjustly kill an innocent girl by fabricating facts, and it can also unjustly kill others, even ...... If that person is me, what should I do to repay the favor with death?
No, no, a warrior should never be framed to death!
"Let's go, let's go!"
The old hoarse voice behind him suddenly came, and Royce looked back to see that it was the hearse transporting the prisoner's body, and an old coachman with a straw hat pressed low, dragging a heavy cart, standing behind him.
Royce quickly gave way and said sorry.
The old coachman stared at him, did not speak, and dragged the hearse on the road, aiming for the northwest gate. The car was carrying the bodies of Carol and Barre.
Royce watched the two men's distorted faces leave him, and waves of guilt and remorse flooded his heart.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you!
Royce stood still for a long time, and felt that he did not want to go to the northwest gate, so he turned due north and wanted to go out through the north gate.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, the old coachman's voice must have been heard somewhere!
By the way, on the way to Blackstone Lane to buy weapons! On the way to the Drake Chamber of Commerce! The old coachman who once said that he would take him as an apprentice must be like this, and it is definitely not a coincidence that they met three times!
The coachman would never come to pull the hearse! So who is he? What is he going to do to take the bodies of the two men?
Royce's gaze suddenly became active again, and he strode towards the northwest gate.
Just a few steps away, there was a shout from behind, and when I looked back, it was Duck.
"Flower hat, have you seen an old coachman, pulling a hearse? The hearse is an open cart with the bodies of Barrell and Carol on it!"
"See, go to the northwest gate, what?"
Darkside came with a note and something: "Look at this!"
Royce looked down and saw that it was a silver Double-Shield Fortress Guard Medal, and he hurriedly unfolded the note, which contained only one line of words: "Come to the cemetery north of the city." β
Royce grabbed Darker: "I think that coachman is weird! He's the one who dragged us to Blackstone Lane!"
Duck frowned, "Who is he?"
"I don't know, let's catch up first!"