The bustling crowd gathered in the vast circular square, around the square torture platform built in the center, and discussed in small voices in groups.

"Dude, what is this for?" A man who had just squeezed to the front asked the strong man on the side.

"Well, someone is going to be executed, you should have heard that there was a robbery on a street not far from the city, and he was just arrested yesterday and will be executed today." The strong man holding his chest said without looking at him.

"In that case, why don't you start yet? It's almost noon. The man continued.

"There's no way, I've been standing for a long time, I'm waiting for the nobles, look at the tent not far away, isn't there a person empty on the chair in the middle?" The strong man was not disgusted by his inquiry, and patiently pointed to the open tent behind the torture table.

"I think it should be a big man, you look at the people sitting around the tent, they are all those big people who participated in the celebration last night, you see that even the Duke of Myron is here, he is still sitting next to the chair in the middle, it seems that the person who is coming has a higher status than the Duke, could it be that His Majesty or the Prince is coming?!" The other person answered, guessingly.

For a while, everyone became interested in the person on the empty chair, and they all speculated about the most likely person to come.

And the situation in the tent, in order to prevent these distinguished guests from suffering from the sun, the Duke of Myron, who presided over all this, ordered to set up, and the people who came to the tent were all noble and prominent people, all of whom were local aristocratic forces.

Duke Myron squinted and leaned back on the chair to close his eyes and recuperate, his fingers slowly tapped on the chair support, when he remembered yesterday's events, he was still a little unbelievable, this is too much, you can imagine, last night just experienced a flood, forced to climb to the top of the house to avoid the flood, finally waited for the flood to recede, go back at night and naturally deal with a bunch of things, late at night to rest, not long sleep, just early in the morning, I received a notice from His Majesty, saying that he has another son, let him take good care of it, this feeling, It was more powerful than taking stimulants, he was in a daze, but he suddenly sobered up.

"It's coming! Here it comes! The crowd suddenly stirred, and the knights around the execution ground all stood up straight and looked respectful.

The crowd made way for the tent, and the armored knights guarding the dark golden carriage got off their horses one after another, ran to the side of the road that got out of the way, pulled out the knight's sword at his waist, held it in front of his chest with one hand, and his respectful and neat voice sounded majestically, "Welcome to the Sixth Highness!" ”

A knight in armor walked down from the head of the carriage with a dark golden body, he respectfully opened the door, put down the steps, and the red-haired man in golden armor took the lead to walk down, he glanced at the people around him, turned around, stretched out a hand to the door, a small hand slowly put on his big hand, and then stepped on the steps with one foot carefully, and was led down by the red-haired man.

A very cute little black-haired boy was led down the steps and stood on the ground, and the red-haired evil man yelled with a serious expression, "Don't kneel down yet!" ”

Only then did the people standing around react, and groups of people knelt down one after another, knocking on the prince of their empire, whose status was only that of His Majesty, who had the supreme right, and was still one of the candidates to inherit the throne, and when he saw them, it was as if His Majesty was there in person, although he didn't understand when the six princes were added, but he still knelt down honestly.

As we all know, His Majesty the King of the empire has five children, three princes, two princesses, and when there will be an additional six princes, they don't know, but with that banner and this unpleasant red-haired man, they can also confirm that this prince should not be made up.

"I've seen Your Highness!" The people who knelt on the ground and knocked on the little boy made a loud noise.

"Let's go, Sixth Highness." The wicked red-haired man let go of Harry's hand and made a gesture of invitation, motioning for him to go first.

Frightened by the loud voices, Harry settled down and slowly walked to the way out.

Harry remembered what he had said to himself in the carriage at that time, Harry was too frightened to speak, and the man in front of him actually said that he was His Majesty's sixth child, a prince, and that he was going to attend the execution of the sentence, and when he arrived, he should not do anything superfluous, just act according to his instructions.

Well, at that time, Harry also spent a long time sorting out his complicated thoughts, not thinking much about why he suddenly became a prince, he didn't have a clue at the moment, and it was in vain to think about it, and it was really inexplicable to complete the current thing in a down-to-earth manner.

The nobles in the tent all stood up and saluted Harry as he walked outside the tent.

"Your Highness is tired from the journey, so it's really rude for you to rush here immediately." Duke Myron greeted Harry and leaned over respectfully.

"Let's hurry up, Duke Myron, His Royal Highness is unwell and not suitable for a long time." The red-haired evil man standing next to Harry said.

"I see, so let's start the verdict now." Duke Myron glanced at the Sven glasses man beside him, and the Sven glasses man nodded slightly knowingly, and shook a bell-like thing in his hand.

"Ding, ding, ding!" A crisp sound sounded, and several men in blue uniforms successively escorted the masked men to the execution platform and made them kneel down and line up.

Harry sat in his chair and looked strangely at the people kneeling on the torture table outside, and the angry people who threw things at the torture table.

"Your Highness, I'll leave this verdict to you." Duke Myron said softly to Harry in his chair.

"Hmm." Harry answered, looking at the red-haired man standing next to him, Harry had heard him say in the carriage that the people on the stage were all vicious gangsters, and that he didn't need to care so much, just kill them all.

At this time, a member of the garrison in a blue uniform walked up on the execution platform, and he came to these people kneeling in a row with bags, raised his hand to signal the excited people to be quiet, and when he saw that the people were quiet, he picked up the paper in his hand and read it aloud.

"A few people on the stage are bandits who are located on the Sroko Road to do evil, they burn, kill and loot, do all kinds of evil, and cause many murders, this gang of bandits is extremely cunning, using the complex terrain between the mountain roads to hide, fortunately, our garrison group has worked together to finally capture this gang of bandits, and today under the judgment of His Royal Highness, they will be judged justly!"

Offstage, the impassioned voices of the people rang out, all of them insulting and throwing things at the people kneeling on the torture platform.

"Kill these dogs!!"

"Kill them!!"

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The blades hanging from the guillotine flashed with cold light, and these people who were covered with heads were torn off their hoods by people in blue uniforms, trembling their bodies, looking at the bloodstained guillotine in front of them, swallowing saliva, their heads were covered with cold sweat, and the audience was scolding.

"Your Highness, please make a judgment." Duke Myron sat down in his seat and said to Harry.

Harry was in a cold sweat, his body trembled slightly, he couldn't speak, looking at the faces of the people on the torture table who were distorted because of fear, they were so frightened that they were incontinent, and their crotches were wet, and they still had some impressions of these people Harry, they were all those people they knocked down on the road, although Harry heard their heinous crimes, but suddenly let him order someone to kill or something, he still couldn't accept it at once, isn't this equivalent to killing people indirectly.

Time passed quickly, and the crowd was getting louder and louder, apparently a little impatient, and the nobles sitting in the tents began to gossip quietly, as if they were a little dissatisfied with Harry's performance.

Harry saw it all, did they know what they were doing? This is murder, why can they be so calm and talk so leisurely, isn't human life worthless? Although Harry knew that he had killed people, in that state of losing his mind, he remembered through all his memories, but the current situation was different from that time, he was irrational at that time, he didn't know what was going on, and now, he was sober, if he killed them all, wouldn't it be an indirect indication that he killed them, what is the difference between that and the murderer.

"Hey, hurry up, everyone can't wait, what are you afraid of?" Kira's voice rang out in my heart.

"However, there are all living people on the stage, how could I do it, what am I going to do?" Harry said inwardly, he was really confused.

"Just do what that guy says, don't you forget, they are all bad people who do a lot of evil, killing them is a matter of course, and it can even be said that they are doing harm for the people, are you stupid, what is there to hesitate about." Kira said unconcernedly.

"You look at everyone's eyes, look at what you look like, do you want everyone to look down on you? I've obviously killed people, and I'm still so cowardly. Kira said again.

Harry looked around slowly, everyone's eyes in the tent were teasing, the red-haired evil man standing beside him silently looked ahead and did not speak, the Duke of Myron, who was sitting next to him, silently took a sip of tea, calmly, standing on the execution platform, the person who was about to be executed was facing the sun, sweating, the frightened face of the person kneeling on the execution table, everything around seemed to slow down.

His heart was pounding and beating faster, Harry's eyes were getting more and more blurry, the sound of irritable speech reached his ears, he couldn't hear whose voice it was, he felt as if he didn't fit in with the world, did he really do something wrong? Do you really have the right to decide whether they live or die? Harry asked himself silently.

Harry's heart fell into a chaotic choice, one of them said, these people are bad people, think about how many people they killed, you kill them, it is equivalent to eliminating harm for the people, there is no need to hesitate, you look at the voices of the people in the audience, you know how much they hate him, kill them, this is justice! The other party said, the nature is good, the people on the torture platform are all fresh lives, everyone may have a family, you kill them, some people may lose important relatives, although these people have killed people, but they may also have a last resort, killing them is this mistake, don't care about other people's eyes, let them go, everyone has a chance to repent and reform.

What exactly do you have to do?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you? You okay? Duke Myron asked worriedly, and he saw that Harry's forehead was covered with sweat and his little face was very pale.

"I'm fine." Harry paused for a moment, then smiled.

After all, it's a child, is it really too reluctant for such a big scene? Leave it to me, Duke Myron shook his head, and just wanted to announce the execution of this death sentence for him, unexpectedly, a childish, but majestic voice sounded on the side, and everyone quieted down and looked at the place where the voice originated.

"Quiet!!"

"Now, Prince Ben declares that the sinners on the torture table will be given the death penalty!" Harry leaned back in his chair, one hand propped up his cheek, and the other hand rested leisurely on the chair rest, looking indifferently at the torture table and said.

With the permission of His Royal Highness, the people on the torture platform did not ink, and sent these people who cried for their fathers and mothers into the guillotine one by one, and under the call of the people, the knives rose and fell, and the blood splashed everywhere, and the dense blood flowed down the torture platform, gathering into a small pool of blood, and one by one the heads with unwilling and fearful faces fell under the torture platform.

Harry, who was watching all this, turned up slightly at the corners of his mouth, and his black pupils flashed with a hint of golden light.

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Early in the morning until noon, there were people running around the streets, shouting someone's name, looking like they were looking for someone, but they certainly haven't been found.

These people are Kalia, Monshint, Sally and they, last night they went back to the hotel in the alley to meet, not surprisingly, everyone returned to the hotel one after another, although Sally and they were all wet, but nothing happened, changed into clean clothes, but, as time went by, everyone gathered in the hall began to fidget, it was early in the morning, Harry still did not come back, just like that, everyone began to look for Harry.

It's a pity that Gerry is a big town, with a wide area, countless streets and alleys, and now the streets are so chaotic and dirty, it is undoubtedly difficult to find a needle in a haystack, not surprisingly, even if they split up, they didn't even see Harry's hair, and the search continued until noon, and everyone's energy can be imagined, and they were already tired and about to lie down.

Monshint's gray hat had been washed away by the current because he had fallen into the water at that time, so he had to put on the gray robe with a hood that Kalia had prepared for him before setting out to find Harry, and after a simple change of clothes, he set off in this gray robe with a hood, which covered his hair, revealing only his face and the yellow hair on his forehead.

On the vast crowded streets, countless pedestrians walked through, and the shops on both sides also began to operate normally, and Monchente, who was running in the crowd, looked left and right, looking for Harry, but it was destined to be useless, he sat on the steps next to the street for a little rest, his beautiful dark blue eyes looked very haggard, he had been looking for it from the early hours of the morning to the present, although he had also rested during the period, but after all, he had not slept all night, plus he was overworked, and he had not eaten breakfast, it was good that he did not faint.

He had just rested for a while, and he stood up again, facing the sun and continuing to look for Harry, who would not give up until he found him.