Chapter 63: Powerlessness

"Sir," Tarrant protested in a calm tone, restraining his feelings, "this cruel method has been banned. ”

"In Wilsing, it is my job to get the punishment that every crime deserves", said Donatello, with the same calm, as if he had become accustomed to hearing objections and vetoing them in the matter.

"We're looking for a cure, and they might recover," Tarrant reminded him.

"There is no point in treating criminals, they must be punished with the severest sanctions", Donatello looked up at the sky, "tell me you can do it before dawn"

"Yes sir," replied the soldiers, loudly waving their shovels, a wooden frame fixed to the ground, and the bound man tugging at the chains, a young man, no more than twenty-five years old.

Tarrant had to stop the atrocities that were about to be born, and to burn the living only among the rioting rioters, that was barbarism and violence, which had been forbidden by all empires, "sir......"

"Conasius, what's new?" Donatello walked toward the village, a mage and two guards following him.

Conasius reported loudly: "There are clues that the events on Jilu Island may have been caused by the Blackfish, which was affected by magic. ”

"Does that mage on the island, Jim, have anything to do with this?".

"There is circumstantial evidence, not for sure", Conasius reserved a point.

"Soldier, bring him here, his good days are over", Donatello looked at the castle from afar, and a small group of soldiers marched in the direction of the castle.

Donatello had taken control of the situation, and now every qiē on the island was under the command of this supreme commander, but Tarrant would not allow the burning of life, he pushed away the soldiers who were digging in the earth, "You can't do this, it will destroy the island of Gilu"

The soldiers stopped what they were doing and waited for the commander's order, and Donatello only glanced at him, "Let this hero from Siant know where he should be now." ”

Two strong soldiers stood on either side of Tarrant, who didn't want to clash with the security soldiers, but the attitude of the other party forced him to use illegal means to take a stand, and his ten fingers slowly clenched into fists.

"No......" a hoarse voice.

Tarrant followed the sound and saw that it was a young man who had been set up.

"We should ...... Such a punishment...... "the young man no longer struggled, and he looked down at his body," such an end...... Long overdue...... I hate life surrounded by the cold......"

Tarrant walked up to him, the strange canine teeth propped up the young man's lips, the young man's pupils calmly shone on Tarrant, who was also tormented by pain, begging for salvation in the abyss, Tarrant only wanted to restore the village to its original peace, everyone was a victim, and none of them were responsible for this.

"I never ...... I hate myself so much......" The young man looked at the soldiers around him, "I don't know what kind of monster I am, it's over, let this qiē end" He gradually raised his pitch and kept repeating "End".

Tarrant sighed, "I'm sorry", capital punishment will be born here, violence against violence, there is nothing he can do.

"No, I'm the one who said I'm sorry," the young man struggled to crane, "I attacked you last night. ”

"I'm sorry," said another vampire who had been erected, "we lost ourselves. ”

Those actions were governed by instinct, and now that they were sober, there was nothing but remorse, and Tarrant could not blame them.

All the villagers who were captured confessed on the wooden frame, and they returned from "them" to "them" at the end of their lives, in this pure waiting they were freed from their sins, and they seemed to get the last relief when they looked at the place where they lived.

There is only one last hope left, if Jim can find a way to reverse it, the gray sky, the vampires are erected one by one, soon the sun will illuminate the earth, they will become a wisp of ashes in memory, all hope is pinned on Jim.

The chief stood on the dirt road of the village, Conasius reported to him, and a group of soldiers settled the villagers back into their houses, after which the vampires would disappear from their nightmares by the end of the night.

The village chief approached Donatello with the help of a soldier, "Thank you, sir. ”

"I beg your pardon," Donatello said, turning to the villagers, "Wilsin apologizes to you for the sheriff's dereliction of duty, and we didn't recognize the crimes that allowed them to run amok. Now, everyone can go back to their homes, and the criminals will be punished severely."

There was a round of applause, and the villagers gathered around the chief to cheer him.

"You owe a debt of gratitude to that hero," Donatello pointed to Tarrant from the crowd, "and it was he who brought out the serious crimes here." ”

Countless voices expressed their gratitude, and Tarrant was stopped in the center, and he squeezed out of the crowd to walk towards the chief, "It's the villagers who are being set up. ”

"The discussion on this topic is over", Donatello raised his hands and said in a loud voice: "The judgment for sin is about to begin, those thugs have been caught", everyone fell silent, and the soldiers guided the villagers towards the sea.

In the morning, the torches had been extinguished, and all the villagers gathered around the beach, silently watching the demons with frightened and angry eyes.

"Their crimes have come to an end," said Donatello, standing before the vampires, "and the flames will cleanse their sinful souls." ”

"No," Tarrant shouted to the villagers, "they still have a chance to recover, if Jim finds a way to save them." ”

The villagers watched the vampires in silence, they should still recognize them, but no one spoke, no one for or against.

A group of soldiers arrived from the direction of the castle, Jim was in the queue, and Katrina and Kiraviton were at the end of the line.

"Jim," Donatello walked towards the mage, "I haven't seen you in years, and I told you I wouldn't let you go if there was anything unusual here." ”

Jim patted his head, "I'm sorry, I can't remember......"

"He had a rare form of amnesia called Lankhasia," Conasius explained beside the chief.

"Amnesia?" Donatello leaned into Jim's face, "You're a lot older, it must have something to do with your research, and I knew from the pact you made with those rancid guys that this island wouldn't be peaceful, and no matter what disease you had, there would be no less punishment." ”

"What's raw?" Jim's attention wasn't deterred by the stern look in his helmet as he looked at the man being erected by the beach.

"Katrina", Tarrant walked quickly to the mage, "find any way?".

Katrina lowered her head, "I can't find the research log, I can't be sure." ”

"There will be a way", Kirawiton's words seemed to imply something else.

"It's too late," Tarrant has no choice, "and now that sheriff will burn them." ”

Donatello grabbed Jim by the shoulders and pulled him to the vampire's side, "These people, these monsters have ruined my work, and now they are about to pay the price, and the guy who caused this incident will suffer a harsher punishment", he glared at Jim, discerning the emotion on Jim's face.

"Hum" A white energy appeared above the crowd's heads, quickly drawing into a circle, teleportation.

Attention shifted from Jim to the energy, and the villagers ducked in panic, the soldier holding on to his sword.

Tarrant took a step back, he was obviously not a traveler at this time, there was only one possibility, there were hundreds of soldiers and a team of spellcasters on the mage beach of the Ancient Wizards' Society, and the other party had almost no chance of winning.

A red-robed mage appeared in the air, and as the teleportation energy ended, he landed lightly to the ground, his face and hands covered with wide robes, "Honorable Sheriff Wilsing, sorry to disturb your work in the early morning", a young and crisp male voice, "I express my highest respect to you on behalf of my chief, and at the same time, I beg for your assistance. ”

Chapter 63: Powerlessness