People will always subconsciously forget many things when they are in a dream, and this situation still exists even when they are having so-called "lucid dreaming". It took Lothar a moment to remember who she was and what the scene was. And when he came back to his senses, the young Grand Duke of Bloodaxe had already led him to the school grounds under the castle. The executioners' black clothes were particularly striking in the snow, but perhaps because they were only training, they didn't put on the trademark chain-chain robe-style armor.

"Today, the son of my dearest friend, the kingdom's next Count of Montenegro, Lothar Montenegro, has come to my castle as a guest! Do you know what to do?" announced Harold III, who had young Lothar on his shoulder, in a loud voice to the family members on the school grounds. His voice was echoed in unison.

"Banquet! a bloody axe-like banquet!"

"That's right, you black-robed crows! pull out the hardest-headed cow in the pen, and we're going to show the little bear hunters how we entertain our guests!"

Hearing the patriarch's request, all the members of the Blood Axe family bowed down and scattered to prepare for the dinner. Hearing the words of pulling the cow out, Lothar suddenly had a feeling of discomfort, but because he was in a dream, he couldn't tell where it came from.

In the blink of an eye, the firelight had lit up the hall of the castle, the castle of the Blood Axe family was not comparable to the size of the royal family and the molten iron city, but this banquet hall was enough to fit all the family members. It is only at such feasts that the silent executioners will put down their cold masks and change cups with their relatives and friends like ordinary people. Little Lothar couldn't help but be infected by the happy atmosphere at the dinner table and forgot the worries in her heart.

The banquet gradually reached its climax, and the Grand Duke of Blood Axe stood up and knocked on the wine glass in his hand. The crisp echo silenced the family members who heard it, and they knew the main event of the night was coming. "Go and bring the cow in. He commanded.

The long table was moved away by the waiter, leaving nearly half of the space to prepare for what was to come. A restless bull was pulled into the banquet hall by three blood axes. The black bull's eyes were full of uneasiness, as if they had a premonition of their fate. It tried to break free from the humans who were pulling it, but its hooves were already chained to restrict its movement.

"Lock it up. Harold raised his chin. More executioners approached the bull and helped their people link the iron ropes from their bodies to the iron rings on the floor of the banquet hall, forcing the strong domestic animal to lie on the ground. Obviously, this kind of ritual is familiar to them.

Lothar Jr.'s vision wandered back and forth between the Bulls and Harold III, wondering what would happen next. And the reader of this memory, the Count of Montenegro, who has already experienced all this, has regained that uneasiness, and he tries his best to control this body to prevent what will happen next, but it has already happened, and he can't change anything.

"Come on, boy, and see the hospitality of our Bloodaxe family. The Grand Duke of the Blood Axe said, leading Lothar to the bull. Little Lothar's eyes swept over the members of the Blood Axe family around him, they were men and women, old and young, but all of them had excited expressions on their faces. For a moment, the Count of Montenegro seemed to see his parents in the crowd.

Bull, just around the corner. In normal times, it only takes a single impact for this sturdy animal to kill an adult. The chains that can be bound to its body perfectly restrict its body, so that it can only kneel in front of humans like a weak sheep. Lothar looked into the bull's eyes, which reflected him and the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe, as well as the red glow behind them. "Bring it!"

As soon as Harold III stretched out his hand, two executioners in the crowd next to him respectfully held a long-handled war hammer and handed it to the patriarch. The warhammer has a long handle and a small head, and is clearly not built for real combat. "For a long time, we Blood Axes have been called black-robed crows. Almost all the nobles in the kingdom are afraid of us and alienate us. The Grand Duke pestle the hammer on the ground and said to the people around him, "They did the right thing!"

"We are the blood axe, the executioner, the executor of the laws of the kingdom, the spokesman of the king's will. Those who have dark hearts and act unjustly should stay away from us, otherwise, their sins will be paid in the most direct way. ”

Cheers, resounding through the hall. Every member of the Bloodaxe family was thrilled by their patriarch's words, and they chanted the name of the Bloodaxe, the name of Harold, and the name of the Lion and Justice. After waiting for the cheers to last for about ten seconds, the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe raised his arm and clenched his fists, and the entire banquet hall fell silent in an instant. "But, as executioners, we don't have a penchant for killing. Unlike those who are, we will not torture the guilty, but will only let them be judged cleanly! This is our glory and our creed. Execution is a science, and it requires strength, speed, and skill. We use it to prove our loyalty to Your Majesty and to demonstrate the justice of the Kingdom to the people. So, Lothar Montenegro, would you like to be a friend of the Bloodaxe and join me in this execution?"

"I do. The child's voice said, and the little hands, which could not even hold a quill pen, grasped the handle of the hammer with the help of an adult behind him.

"Remember this experience, Lothar, it makes you a true warrior. Harold III said this, and together with Lothar, he lifted the hammer on the ground. The blunt object held by two hands, one large and one small, was raised to the highest in the air, and then fell with a bang, fiercely, and slammed into the bull's skull!

I never wanted to be an executioner, I never wanted to take someone else's life, I never wanted to ......

The picture shattered with a bang, as if the hammer had not hit the bull, but had smashed into an invisible glass. After a brief blank in his consciousness, the interior scene appeared in front of his eyes again, only this time, it was replaced by a familiar place that he could no longer be familiar with, the castle hall of the Black Mountain family.

The sunlight is blocked by heavy curtains, making it as cold as an ice cellar. Two coffins rested quietly in the center of the hall, filled with bouquets of flowers from all over the lion, from every nobleman who paid tribute to the death of the count. Little Lothar approached the coffins slowly, he walked slowly, and each step seemed to take all his strength.

"What about the murderer?" said Harold III's voice from outside the hall, full of rage.

"Take, I committed suicide by taking poison..."

"Suicide? Is there a mastermind behind it? Check it out for me! Check it out for me and turn the whole Black Mountain, no, the whole kingdom over!"

......

It was so noisy that the voices outside the hall were far away in Lothar's ears, and the voices seemed to be faint as if they were coming from under the water. It's so noisy, my mother doesn't like to be noisy. Every time my father's warriors screamed loudly, my mother would secretly frown. No one else notices these details, not even my father, but I see it. So I know that my mother doesn't like to be noisy.

The person in the coffin was covered with a white cloth, and of course the rest of the coffin was now filled with flowers and precious stones, as well as gold coins, except for the face. Little Lothar stretched out her hand and trembled as she lifted the cloth to reveal her parents' faces. The faces of the dead are always serene, and even if they are not, the corpse stitchers who handle the corpses will soothe the hideous expressions and carefully apply paint to make them feel as if they were alive.

The vision blurred, and words came to Lothar's ears that had not been heard for a long time.

"Do you know how the last Countess of Montenegro died?"

"It is known that the Count was stabbed in the heart in the back by an assassin, and the Countess was struck in the back of the head with a lampstand, and it is said that the skull was shattered in one fell swoop. ”

The shattered head of the bull and the back of the mother quickly switched before Lothar's eyes, eventually overlapping each other.

Ahh!!hhhh