On February 15, 848, the Third Republic of Fern will execute 11 communists suspected of subverting the state in the Judgment Square, the most famous of which is the former chairman of the Confucus Party, Caber Luya.

When Aziva Rand stepped into the viewing platform, there was still half an hour before the execution began. According to common sense, with his identity, he should not have come to the execution ground so early. But he couldn't hold back his excitement that Caber Luya, and his damn communism, could finally disappear from his own world.

"Speaker Rand, you're really early", Espen Skodario, the former speaker of the General Assembly and chairman of the Democratic Party, saw that Aziva was coming, and quickly got up from his seat, stepped forward, and took the initiative to shake hands with Aziva.

"Haha, didn't you come early?" Aziva smiled and sat down next to Scottario, "This Caber Luya is finally going to die, you don't know how annoying it is for me to see him jumping around in front of me every day." ”

"Isn't it, there was a great magister in the cover at that time, and we couldn't move him if we wanted to, but now it's okay, it's finally done to kill these people", Scowdario wrapped himself in a trench coat. The viewing platform only has a ceiling, no walls, and at this time, it is still a little cold after sitting for a long time.

"But you still have to be careful about communism, I recently saw a newspaper from Ankenriin, called "Fluorite", that said that the proletariat can only fight us if it launches a violent revolution", Aziwa shared his recent thoughts with Skodario, observing the layout of the Judgment Square. Because of the high attention of the executioners today, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, the trial square set up a cordon around the execution platform, arranged a dense number of police, and guards, all in order to be able to hang Kaber Luya smoothly.

"I've seen that newspaper too, and it's been circulating everywhere lately," Scottario smacked his lips and pouted Luntin, "I also have it in my factory, and the workers who found it don't know where they came from, it seems to have been everywhere overnight." ”

"The point is that there are still people who translate the previous version of that newspaper and sell it for 1 million yuan a copy, it's really black-hearted!" Aziva is still complaining that now as the speaker of the parliament and in charge of state affairs, he has too many things to worry about.

"This newspaper can earn at least 80 rams, if it were me, I would print it too", Scottario smiled, and then slipped the topic back to the election, "Lord, when do you plan to hold a new presidential election?" ”

There's a reason Skodario asks. After a direct conflict with the Grand Magister Toby Dugall, the Rand family relied on their relatively strong control of the military to effectively gain control of the country. Scaudario, who is also a big capitalist, is naturally not happy, but he is under the roof and has to bow his head, so he can only give up the position of Speaker and let Aziva Rand get the most power. If it is in a period when the state structure is normal, Aziva Rand is president, he is the speaker, and there are checks and balances through parliament. But now, the presidency is vacant, the Grand Council has become Aziva's hall, and although the Democratic Party has many seats, it lacks some checks and balances.

"This ...... Don't worry", Aziva Rand naturally knew Scowdario's little abacus, and he laughed twice, "When Toby Dugal is caught, we'll talk about it." ”

"This, since Toby Dougall has long known that he has lost his magic power, he must have prepared a way out for himself. I didn't catch it at the time, and now it is estimated that it will be even more difficult to catch it, and the country always relies on the big council to carry it out, which is not suitable. ”

Scottario is still struggling, his family is on a par with the Rands, and neither side wants to break out into conflict. Putting things on the table and saying that this style of communication is acceptable to everyone.

"Okay, I'll look at the situation, and when the poison of communism is almost gone, in the spring, we will hold the presidential election as scheduled, how about it?"

Aziva finally gave in, Skodario achieved his goal, and naturally there was nothing to say, and the two began to talk about the troubles that Caber Luya and his trade union party had caused each other, and the conversation was in full swing. Gradually, as the time approached, more officials, entrepreneurs, and foreign representatives who received invitations to participate in the execution viewing platform appeared on the viewing platform, and everyone was waiting for that moment.

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Cassie Lonergan is also waiting for that moment. He wears a trench coat, shirt, trousers, leather shoes and hat, like a small citizen everywhere in the city. Around him, countless people were densely packed, raising their heads and tiptoeing, waiting for the arrival of that key person.

Neil Garnis didn't come, and neither did his old comrades from the RAND Corporation's West End factory. In order to prevent problems, all factories associated with the trade unions, or possibly concerned, restricted the movement of workers, and most of the people who came to the scene were ordinary citizens and other unrelated people. They gathered in the mood of watching the excitement, noisy and shouting, and there was no tension before the execution.

When the clock struck nine o'clock, the policeman in charge of the execution dragged a man with a hood on his head to the execution platform, and the people let out a burst of cheers for the death and blood that was about to be seen. The executioner, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and pulled down the man's hood. The crowd let out a burst of exclamation as the executioner moved, as if it was not a man under the hood, but some man-eating monster.

That person wasn't Kaber Luya, but Cassie Lonergan knew him. It was Dane Nandy, the deputy president of the Coalition Party, who was at the front of the march at the Plaza Nacional with him and Caber Luya. In Cassie Lonergan's impression, Dane Nandy is a very optimistic and cheerful person, but now he has a dead face and an expression of anger and despair.

“…… Dane Nandy participated in the illegal movement of the Workers' Union Party, held the position of vice-chairman of the Workers' Union, and repeatedly incited the workers of various factories to oppose the factory owners, disrupting the order of production and disturbing social order, which caused a very bad effect. At the same time, Dane Nandy was a communist who intended to subvert the country,......"

The judge's voice echoed throughout the trial square, even as it passed through the large amplified iron barrel. The people who were still chattering just now have quieted down, and everyone is listening, listening to the accusations of this poor man on the stage, wondering why and how he died.

I want to see him die.

“…… After a trial by the court of Ferndingen, Dane Nandy was convicted of intent to subvert the state and sentenced to death, and the execution was carried out by beheading! ”

When the judge finally read the part that everyone was most concerned about, the audience burst into an uproar. Then the executioner pressed Dane Nandy to the execution platform, raised the polished glossy machete in the air, and slashed it down.

"Click-"

Dane Nandy's head hit the ground, rolled twice, and stopped. From the distance of Cassie Lonergan, the tiny human head looked like a fist, and the expression was completely invisible. The crowd around him, like him, couldn't really see clearly, but everyone's emotions had obviously been mobilized, and there was a commotion in the Judgment Square.

The executioner clearly knew how to exploit the emotions of the crowd, and when the uproar in the square had not completely subsided, he brought a second man, the same black hood, the same executioner, almost the same sentence, and the same sword light.

The atmosphere in the square has become more lively. Cassie Lonergan looked at the people around him, wondering why they were excited. The people on the stage died for communism, but the people in the audience didn't seem to care about the bourgeoisie and exploitation, they just watched the execution, as if it were a carnival.

Of the 11 convicts, seven of them were acquaintances of Casey Lonergan, most of whom were his comrades-in-arms and partners in the Labour Union, and two of them were old friends who had followed him all the way from the RAND Corporation's factory. He watched these people being pressed to the stage, beheaded, and hanged, and the sadness and anger in his heart were like the sea before a typhoon, undulating.

Ten men, seven beheaded, three hanged, the execution finally reached its climax, and the former chairman of the trade unions, the former banner of the workers' movement in the Third Republic, and the former mentor of Cassie Lonergan, Caber Luya, was put on the execution table. The cabinet hand, like the previous people, suddenly pulled off the black mask over his head, revealing a decadent and pale face.

Is that Kaber Luya? The same Caber Luya who explained "On Capital" to them in the night, led them in the struggle against the capitalists, and after an unsuccessful murder attempt, stood on a crate and shouted, "We must fight for our power"?

Cassie Lonergan couldn't believe his eyes. His impression of the ever-energetic and combative Caber Luya, who led them to victory after victory in the workers' movement, was gone. The man standing on the stage was silent, like a corpse that had lost its soul.

Caber Luya's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and Cassie Lonergan glanced at him, but he didn't know if Luya on the stage saw him. He just stood still, silent, silently waiting for that ending.

“…… Khaber Luya, a felon, after inciting workers' marches, riots, besieging the police station, and killing his own worker, Pakhuk Ghan, framed the police station for murder, incited the workers to march in the National Square, besieged the Grand Council, illegally spread communism, and formed a workers' union party without permission with the intention of subverting the country......"

The indictment against Kaber Luya was long, the judge read it attentively, and the crowd listened attentively. Some of the people present felt that this person was really guilty. Some people in the know, like Cassie Lonergan, think it's just nonsense. Patrick Ghahan, who was the deputy secretary of the factory trade union and his fighting partner with Kaber Luya, was killed by Kabo Luya? He was obviously killed by those capitalists, but now he has to rely on Secretary Luya's head?

“…… After the trial, and with the approval of the Great Council, the death penalty is now carried out against Kaber Luya by hanging, and the execution is carried out immediately! ”

"Secretary ......"

Cassie Lonergan couldn't help but speak, subconsciously peeling away the crowd and squeezing forward. Although he knew that he was not suitable for exposure now, and he knew that his behavior would not help anything, he just wanted to squeeze to the front, squeeze to the front, and let Caber Luya see himself.

Like Cassie Lonergan, the crowd was crowding forward, and everyone wanted to see it with their own eyes, to see the heinous man hanged, to see him incontinent, from a living person to a corpse. Cassie Lonergan's persistence and efforts were so small in such a crowd that he had only moved forward two or three positions with all his strength, and he was still immeasurably far from the high execution platform.

Together, the two executioners put the rope around Caber Luya's neck, and they checked the knot one last time, pushed it aside, one stood still, and the other put his hand on the wrench. All the people who watched the process knew that once the wrench was pulled off and the person who was put on the rope, he would die.

You're going to die.

When you first opened the book "On Capital" in front of us, did you expect the ending now?

Cassie Lonergan stood still, clenching his fists, and for some reason, even though he tried to keep his eyes open to see Lua on the stage, all he saw was a blurry afterimage.

The executioner on the stage pulled the wrench.

The crowd let out a burst of exclamation.

The flap door at Caber Luya's feet opened, and his body shook downward, and then the rope around his neck lifted it, dangling in the air like a helpless willow leaf in the wind.

You're going to die.

Caber Luya stood still, feeling like the whole world was far away from him. All the noise and distraction is deposited into great sadness.

If I could give you another chance, would you still choose this path?

My Luya Mentor?

The man hanging from the rope twitched a few times, and the incontinence soaked its pants. He rolled his eyes up and looked at the sky.

He.

He's dead.

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"Dead?"

Aziva Rand stood up and looked at the corpse. From his point of view, only the side of the corpse could be seen, and he was not very sure.

"Of course it's dead, it's hanging, no one will joke."

Scoutario got up, and the attendant who followed him picked up his things and prepared to leave.

"Let's go, there's a lot to do next, after clearing the remnants of the Mage Tower, we'll have to think about Ankenriin and Negru."

"yes, got it."

Aziva Rand stood still, looking at the figure, feeling a little empty in his heart for some reason.

You're dead.

Kaber Luya.

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"Boom—"

A loud roar of thunder rolled low across the sky, and the people stranded in Judgment Square raised their heads, looked at the clouds in the sky, and fell silent.

Cassie Lonergan wiped his eyes, turned around, and left the plaza without looking back.

Secretary, as you once said, those who believe in communism will die, but their ideas and beliefs will eventually be passed on.

Certain.