‘..... The hanging is reserved for the knights and the townspeople, at least they will not lick the ass of the spirits, and the vicious people deserve the most severe punishment, and the flames will cleanse them of their sins until the Namu God forgives them the right to reincarnation!'

"Can anyone tell me who wrote this?" Kenny asked, shoving the last of the crumbs into his mouth and pointing to the notice board in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I dictated, old Hyde's pen, Aiden posted it, what's wrong?" Alan replied casually as he looked at the crowd outside the execution ground.

"Nothing, it's just a ..... signature" Kenny pointed to the bottom of the board, looking at Alan with some displeasure.

"Of course you have to write your name!" Alan turned his head, "don't you think this notice makes you look like a wise lord who presides over justice?" he shrugged, "It's taken me a lot of effort to put it down, and I bet no one in all of Nipur can write such a notice, including the quills who eat on quill heads!"

"Indeed!" Kenny agreed, "this thing makes me look like a complaining woman!" he tilted his head in feigned displeasure, "I'm sure anyone who reads this notice will think I'm warning the monastery to stop meddling with those in loose robes!"

"I do be alluding to them, even though Eugene is honest now!" Alan grinned and then lowered his voice, "but that doesn't mean the faithful won't come out and make trouble. Don't forget, a third of the people who meditated last time were city citizens who had muddy in their heads, not to mention, we are going to execute two girls this time, and there is no guarantee that they will not make a big fuss about the execution ground!"

An hour passed, and the sensational crowd seemed to have lost its patience, and the number of onlookers was gradually dwindling, which happened to be what Alan expected. He turned his head and nodded to one of the guards, who rode out of the execution ground.

"Calling me so early so that I'm standing here with you?" Kenny opened his mouth impatiently. He had lost as much patience as the dwindling crowd, as Alan didn't seem ready to show Winnie and Alice at the execution ground.

"What's the hurry?" replied Allen, equally impatiently, "we'll have to give the old fellow a little time to think about whether to let the hired knight come, or whether he should do it himself." He paused, "Of course, there is a third possibility. He pointed to the crowd not far away, "He brought the hired knights with him. ”

Kenny looked in the direction of his finger and saw nothing unusual in the crowd. He looked at it again, but still found no clues.

"What's there?" he asked, retracting his gaze and turning to Allen.

"Nothing. Alan narrowed his eyes, "I just think there's something strange about that group of people." ”

Kenny looked over again, but still didn't notice anything unusual. "You should probably have some breakfast and come back," he quipped, patting his companion on the shoulder, "you're hungry, man." ”

"You've eaten too much bread, friend. Alan muttered, "Look closer," he pointed again, "The crowd is mixed, only that small part is full of men, their clothes are different colors, but they are surprisingly the same style, although they are all dressed as merchants, but there is no retinue around them, Nipur has not had a merchant council these days, don't you think, those guys are strange?"

Kenny pinched his messy beard, he looked at the group of men dressed as business travelers in Alan's mouth, and couldn't help but admire Alan, but he didn't say anything to admire, and even the subtle expressions on his face were completely hidden.

"You must be admiring me in your heart, but you don't want to open your mouth for the sake of face, right?" said Allen.

"Damn! you're a roundworm with a poisonous tongue!" Kenny cursed in displeasure.

A group of guards intervened from the side of the execution ground, and the orderly guards squeezed through a narrow passage through the crowd, eight large wooden wheels ran over the bluestone foundation, and two prisoner carts slowly drove into the execution ground, finally stopping in front of the carefully crafted burner.

Alan didn't pay attention to the exclamations of the crowd, he stared at the strangely dressed men. It seemed that the group of fellows was staring at him, and from time to time they were watching the guards standing on the execution ground.

Eventually, he confirmed his suspicions and instructed the guards beside him to include the group among their targets.

"Clever ghost, what the hell are you going to get started?" Kenny reminded impatiently.

"Holy, don't call me that!" Alan frowned in displeasure. Behind him he looked at four guards tied to Winnie and Alice, two poor girls chained to stout pillars, and at their feet there was a pile of wood large enough to burn the Great Hall, which was filled with oil, and by the torture rack stood two guards with torches, ready for execution.

"There's probably going to be a big fight later..... Allen said, looking up at the crowd.

"May the god Namu bless you, clever ghost!" Kenny patted him on the shoulder, looking back at the two women on the torture rack who were arguing quietly.

"All right, girls!" Alan turned and shouted at the two women on the torture rack, "this is the end of the endless quarrel, whatever you were arguing about is no longer important, now you should be concerned about whether your master will show up here, if he comes later, I can't guarantee how high the flames will go, whether it will burn your delicate little face!"

"Let go of me!" Alice roared, "before Lord Wilson comes! or he'll cut off your head! with that ridiculous ponytail!

"That's what I want to see, ma'am!" Allen grinned, "I expect to see Wilson come on horseback, with the sword that shaved off my head, and fight me head-on, and then remember to stare at those big pretty eyes to see who the real knight is!"

"Shut up, Alice!" Winnie roared in a low voice, "if you want to live....."

"Damn traitor!" Alice cursed. She tried to twist her neck, but the knot around her neck seemed to tie her tighter. "I should have slaughtered you long before that. She said, "I should have expected that you would not escape the clutches of that man, he is a traitor, and so are you, you are a natural pair!"

"All right, two honorable ladies!" called Allen, "this is the end of the debate, save yourself some strength to cry, it might hurt a little later!" he nodded to the guards at the torture rack, and the two guards threw their torches at the pile.

The flames ignited in an instant, like two dancers leaping forward, and a thick cloud of smoke swirled up, like a bloody mouth pounced on the woman on the torture rack.

The heat wave made their little faces fluctuate and then blurred, and the black smoke burst from the fire oil with a wanton whistling, and the suffocating gas and firelight, jumping unscrupulously, as if cheering for the arrival of a feast of fire. (To be continued.) )