Angelo's public execution took place on a sunny afternoon, and many who were hesitant decided to visit it. After all, a few days ago, news of the execution in the Sage's Square had spread to every corner of Yefaran.

Although Angelo has been punished in the most brutal way, some people still feel that such punishment is a bit child's play. The sentence of the master craftsman Makrov was fifteen years in prison, and Naxi, the only remaining disciple of Angelo, was acquitted.

But no matter what, seeing Angelo executed, many people still feel that Ye Faran has fulfilled the justice of the law to some extent.

The huge Piazza della Sage was filled with onlookers, and the firing squad escorted Angelo, who had completely confessed, to the stake that morning. As Angelo was tied to a wooden frame, the fanatics around the innermost layer kept shouting, "Burn him, burn him!"

Master Crotus, who saw this scene in his eyes, couldn't help but sneer a few times, because of the request of the Mage Council, the deans of the major magic academies in the city were invited to watch the execution process. According to the opinions of the higher-ups, in order to prevent similar incidents from happening again in the future, the high-level officials of the major magic academies must be present. Everyone must be aware of the serious consequences of those who have been exposed to the Abyss of a Thousand Pupils in private, so as to prevent similar incidents from occurring in the future.

For this kind of behavior of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, the ** division of Crotus is quite despised. The self-proclaimed most enlightened magician city-state would use such a brutal and primitive punishment as burning at the stake against the sinners, which made Crotus wonder where to start.

Dare to love Ye Flange wants to abandon all these thousands of years of reserve, and return to the ignorance that he has been mocking.

Of course, this is only what Crotus as a mage can think of, and the Mage Council has not considered such considerations. But Angelo's sin in attracting the Abyss Lord was too great, and Yefaran was blamed by many city-states and kingdoms behind his back.

Punishment such as burning at the stake is also a last resort, after all, no one else has the same mindset as a magician. Exile to the Atlas seemed to them to be just a refuge for mages, and what they wanted to see was a real punishment.

What's more, burning Angelo to death could at least quell the controversy among the families of some of the victims. At this moment, Ye Falan has countless worries, and he is no longer willing to spend his mind on how to comfort the families of these victims.

Amid the clamor of the crowd, the execution of Angelo began.

When it comes to the choice of burning at the stake, magicians certainly don't pile up messes like religious fanatics, and then light a fire and squeak and burn people. As a city of magicians, you have to come up with Ye Falan's characteristics, otherwise you will let those hillbillies look down on themselves.

An intricate magic formation is drawn around the cross that binds Angelo, and the twisted pattern on the magic circle can channel the magic power to maximize the transformation. Judging from the runes embedded in it, there is no doubt that this is a magic array of fire magic, and when it is activated, it can ignite a huge flame that can burn everything.

Such a magic array is used to deal with some particularly difficult to destroy magical beasts or special materials needed by refining magicians, but today it is used by magicians to execute their former colleagues.

A wooden magician walked up to the execution table, and no one would have thought that this raunchy, thin magician would be such an executioner. He was able to find him because Yefaran couldn't find anyone else to carry out the execution, as long as the nerd wanted to see how the flames burned the human body to ashes.

"Let's do it, put an end to this farce. "The president of the Magic Inspectorate was visibly unhappy with the practice of watching his former colleagues executed. Almond, who was standing aside, gestured to the mage who was about to activate the magic formation.

After seeing the order given, the executioner's hands trembled and activated the fire magic array in front of him.

The magic power was slowly poured into the magic array, and the magic array that slowly absorbed enough magic power began to activate, and the white light lit up the magic array on the ground. When the dazzling white light flashed, the scorching red flames rose from the center of the array and spread out in all directions, and the bursting flames instantly engulfed Angelo.

"Ah~"

"Burn him!"

"Burn him! the slut who summoned the demon to Carantok!"

"Burn him! Long live Yefaran!"

Hearing those crazy people shouting long live Ye Falan in their madness, Hu Teng**, who was also sitting on the seat, couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Phew, if Ye Falan really lived long, he wouldn't have come up with such an inferior means of execution like a barbarian." ”

Hu Teng hated this form of showmanship, but also complained about the lack of creativity in the execution by burning at the stake. If it were him to carry out the execution, he would not engage in this kind of nesting method, at least the meteorite technique is much more gorgeous than this.

The execution did shorten Angelo's pain, and the scorching flames took his life before he could finish screaming. The entire flame magic burned Angelo to a pile of ashes in just a few minutes.

"The devil is dead!"

Amid the cheers of joy, Naxi, who had been watching everything that was happening on the field, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes. He looked back at the execution table that was still smoking green smoke, quietly pulled on his gray hood, and left the Sage Square, which was full of madness.

"I said, why don't you go and watch the execution at the Sage's Square. Greon asked the fat man who was still reading with a little interest.

"I don't want to go, there are too many people over there. As a key figure in solving the Double-Ring Ritual Magic Circle, Bazok was also invited to participate, but he declined the invitation. He was opposed to the use of magic to execute him. What's more, he had just borrowed a note from an ancient magician from a good professor, and he had to read it and return it as soon as possible.

"Hey~" Greon sighed, picked up an apple and took a bite, "Speaking of which, I have never seen a magician execute a magician in my life." It's a shame to miss such a great opportunity. ”

Bazok closed the book, picked up the pen and wrote some insights in his notes: "If you want to read it like this, why don't you run over and read it yourself?"

"Hey, let's leave some suspense. As Claes said, the scene of magicians fighting each other will be a common occurrence in the near future, and I think it will be exciting for hundreds of magicians to fight each other with those gorgeous magic. Grien made no secret of his yearning for a bloody scene that only existed in the imagination.

Bazok is accustomed to such clichés: "Then you just keep waiting." Kalantok had maintained peace for thousands of years, how could there be such a thing as magicians killing each other as you said. ”

Indeed, the Alliance of Order, led by the Eternal Dragon City, has steadily controlled the whole of Carantok for thousands of years, and although these dragons have always been high, they have maintained the balance of this world with certain otherworldly city-states. Even the noblest kings had to bow their heads before these dragons. As for the unruly Holy See of Light, it can only work silently in its own land, acknowledging the rule of the Eternal Dragon City over the continent.

Halfway through the transcription, Bazok suddenly remembered something: "I said Grien, it's been so many days, why hasn't Mr. Nashy come to us yet?"

For Naxi to delay in explaining whether he is willing to join the Green Ivy Club, Bazok has always been very concerned.

But Greon was not so zealous: "I said why do you keep thinking about that cannon fodder, you have to let me go out and get him out myself." If you do this, you will have to pull him into the Qingteng Club. I'm not bad for money, but you can't get this kind of uneducated hillbilly in. ”

"Ahh I'm really curious about that. There must be something to do with it, because it's definitely not a miracle that can be explained. ”

"Alright, alright. Greon was completely tired of the fat man's curiosity, and he took a few bites of the apple in his hand and threw it away, saying, "Well, I'll lie down for a while, don't make any noise about me." ”

Burdened with heavy luggage, Naxi walked down the empty streets, and the revelry in the Sage's Square would continue for some time, but now he had a choice to make.

Whether or not to really leave Ye Falan, Naxi's mind was also full of hesitation. Although the city has brought him only deception and exploitation over the past year, the feeling of doing his best in Valhalla still makes him feel fulfilled. At least my past self won't fight so hard, but it's a pity that I can't stay at Valhalla anymore.

Looking at the Valhalla Academy behind him, which was gradually falling into the twilight, Naxi sighed deeply.

Suddenly, Naxi's eyes lit up, and the ancient book hanging from his waist floated gently in front of his eyes, and then slowly opened the cover and title page on its own. The wandering characters are dazzling, chasing each other several times before settling down on the page.

Naxi gently held the floating book, and when he looked closer, there was a scribbled tenline poem written in Elven script.

Destiny is like the pages of a book

There are vicissitudes between the lines

Break through the bitterness of displacement

Unforgettable pain

Go through the joys, sorrows, and sorrows

Taste the bitterness of the world

Don't sigh that your youth is gone

The age is not on the forehead

Why not take advantage of your youth

Let's do it again

- Carlos, a third-rate poet

After reading it carefully, Naxi finally read the slightly sad self-encouragement between the lines. Before Naxi could sigh, the scribbled elven text dissipated between the pages like light smoke, turning into a psychedelic ethereal haunting Naxi's side, not diffusing for a long time.

"What is this for?" Naxi suddenly felt the book in front of him become conscious.

After hearing this, the ethereal existence suddenly changed, turning into wisps of light smoke and pointing in a certain direction, as if to make some warning to Naxi.

When Naxi understood where that direction was, he couldn't help but laugh, and there was something tragic in his words:

"If this is the guidance of fate, then I will gladly accept it. Then keep going, my path as a mage won't end here!"

ps: I suddenly saw a big news today, Fu Jianyi Bo actually wants to reopen the hunter. If this slut can serialize more than thirty words, I will keep two updates a day even if I sacrifice all my free time.

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