Rodin left the Ivanov family mansion and headed for the city's central square, near which the boulevard was located. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

St. Gallen, magnificent buildings abound, auction houses, restaurants, inns, brothels, bathhouses, all kinds of shops, spacious and neat marble roads, there are no rush of people, but give people a sense of order.

The inhabitants of the big cities are quite different from those in Elden, Sintra and other mixed places. Most of them were well-dressed and had a relaxed expression, showing a very different mental outlook.

It didn't go far before two huge towers came into view.

At a height of more than 50 meters, the spiral escalator winds and circles from the bottom to the top, and the twin towers look at each other, and there is a huge spindle-shaped airbag suspended in the gap steadily, like a blue whale soaring in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, which is magnificent.

Airboats, the third means of navigation in addition to sailing horses and carriages, sail through the entire Sith Empire provinces and hubs, and travel thousands of miles a day, but airships are expensive to build, and need expensive energy-rich ore to drive, and there are only two flights a day, so the price of the ticket is not affordable for ordinary people, and most of the passengers are the children of some curious nobles or wealthy merchants.

Rodin looked at the spot for a long time, although the Sealed Rose had given him the ability to fly, but he was still quite interested in something similar to an airplane on Earth, but time did not allow it, so he decided to take the time to come and experience it again.

Walking all the way to the vicinity of the central square, a majestic and indifferent voice came into the ears, and there was a noisy and shouting in front of the field of vision.

When he got closer, he couldn't help but stop, it turned out that a penalty was being held on the small court.

The wooden platform was a long way above the crowd of onlookers, and three prisoners with their hands tied to their backs stood on the platform with their necks hung by thick hemp ropes and their toes blushing.

A middle-aged man with a pockmarked face, a woman with a good appearance, and a thin teenager are all dead-faced, full of grief and despair.

And the cold soldier was reading the verdict aloud.

"Donald Iverrick, who has the audacity to offend the dignity of the nobles, is sentenced to death by hanging by the magistrate of St. Gallen, and is to be executed immediately!"

"Phew!" the middle-aged man spat at the soldier with difficulty, as if trying to express his resentment, but he didn't have a chance. As the reading was complete, another heavily armed soldier put on a black hood for the prisoner and pulled down a wooden handle behind him.

With a "clang", the solid wooden plank under the man's body suddenly fell into the air, the hemp rope straightened, his figure fell instantly, and his neck made a slight to extremely brittle sound under the action of inertia, and he suddenly crooked, and then his feet twitched, and he just swallowed without saying a word.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly became noisy, excited, hateful, and expressionless, and Rodin only felt a beat in his heart, and a cool breath swelled.

"Tsk, that's a really neat way to die. If I hadn't escaped Eldon, I guess the result wouldn't have been much better than him, right?"

He laughed bitterly at himself, "I should have committed a more serious sin than this man, which is the murder of a nobleman." Fortunately, the sea fishing document is also valid in Elden, and the emperor is far away, and he can't control St. Gallen!"

"I just don't know how Fat Fu and Karen are doing, I miss them. “

After witnessing the whole process of death, the gorgeous woman in the center immediately panicked and begged for mercy hoarsely, trembling with snot and tears on her cheeks, while the soldier continued to read her crime with a blank face, "The sinner Ivanka Trump, who committed adultery with an outsider and conspiracy to steal her husband's property, has apologized for her crimes, and her crime is unforgivable, and she is sentenced to be hanged in public!"

"Don't, please, let me go, I don't dare anymore!"

"There is no regret medicine in this world!" the soldier waved his hand indifferently, and the woman was rudely covered with a black hood, and she suddenly shook violently like a drowning shrimp.

"Isn't this woman Pan Jinlian like the royal grace world?!" No matter what world it is, adultery is a despicable crime, and the royal grace world has a very low tolerance for this crime.

And the crowd below the law field is excited, and thousands of people are pointing out.

"Grandma's, kill this slut!"

"My conscience was eaten by a dog, and my relationship with my husband for several years is not as good as a little white face?"

"What a vicious mother-in-law, it is difficult to atone for her sins with a hundred deaths!"

The woman did not escape her fate and was hanged as she was.

"The last Chandler Stone violated the laws of the Empire by secretly raising forbidden monsters, and he should be punished!"

After all, the giant city of St. Gallen is not a wild place like the noble steppe, except for a few monsters such as dream tapirs that have been banned, most of the monsters such as beasts or ghouls are expressly forbidden to feed, and the residents of the city who have anything to do with it, once they are discovered, they will not end well.

He was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with young features and a weak body, and before he had time to experience the joys of the world, his life was about to come to an end. However, the people below did not have the slightest sympathy, most of them were indifferent, and some even kept condemning and scolding.

"His family?" said Rodin, looking around, and there was not a single person in the dense crowd who wept for grief.

The young man maintained a detached composure that did not match his age, and he was not afraid, and there was no fear on his face except for a little nostalgia and reluctance. He waited quietly for death to come, like an old man waiting for his old friends to see all the vicissitudes of life.

This must be a man with a story, Rodin sympathizes, but still acts as a spectator from beginning to end. The story is not reality, after all, there was no strange thing to rob the law field, and the young man swallowed his last breath so calmly,

After a few moments, the crowd dispersed, and the soldiers gathered the three corpses.

Rodin sighed, and was about to turn away, when he stopped in his tracks.

Under the blue sky and white sun, in the bag containing the body of the weak boy, a translucent shadow suddenly appeared lightly, and his facial features were as hazy and rippling as water waves, but his true face was vaguely recognizable.

"This is Chandler Stone's spirit!"

However, anyone who can produce a spirit body after death is born with good mental power, or has the qualification of a wizard.

Except for Rodin, no one present noticed the birth of the spirit, and after the spirit jumped out of the body, it flew in one direction without stopping, which happened to be the direction of the boulevard.

Without thinking, he hung on his heels.

He hurried along, and in a moment followed the spirit to a wide avenue paved with blue cobbles, flanked by straight trees casting dreamy shadows in the warm sunlight, the boulevard of St. Gallen, where he had agreed with Akama.

In contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city square, it is unexpectedly clean and relaxed, with men and women walking in loose casual attire and quiet patrol soldiers. It's an exclusive area for the wealthy, with elegant architecture and plenty of shaded areas.

Spirits floated in mid-air and skimmed over the small western-style buildings, Rodin counting their gilded door numbers as he counted them.

"No. 160, No. 161...... No. 280, No. 281...... No. 333, No. 334. ”

Rodin's expression was complicated, and in front of him, under a large green tree that exuded the fragrance of branches and leaves, a row of words was written on the door number outside the bronze gate with an ancient bracelet: "334 Boulevard of the City of Saint-Gallen, Yongge Council Central District Office." ”

The spirit rushed through the door like a fledgling and disappeared, and he knocked softly on the bracelet.

After a burst of rhythmic footsteps, a gap was cut above the closed door, revealing a pair of bright eyes like autumn water, inside and outside the door, the two looked at each other for a moment, and both looked shocked and fell silent.

After a while, a pleasant voice resounded in my ears, "Rodin, I've been waiting for you for a whole year!"