212. The Night of Judgment (II)

People often refer to the act of mercilessly trampling the dignity of the other person under their feet as stepping on the face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But now Fan has done it more thoroughly, and he did not take that symbolic act, but did an act of stepping on his face with practical actions.

Under the watchful eyes of a large number of villagers, Fan ruthlessly stepped on the face of the village chief under his feet.

With a high-minded smile, Fan said in a haughty tone peculiar to aristocrats: "How is it, are you happy to be stepped on by me?"

If he opened his mouth, he would only eat the soil on the ground, so the poor village chief could only keep his mouth tightly closed, and let Fan's feet crush his head in grief and fear.

"But you're so daring, what could make you do such a mad thing?"

"Woo...... Woowoowoooooooo......oo

Mr. the village chief, who was trampled on and couldn't speak, whimpered bitterly.

"Do you want to speak human too? Okay, let me see what can come out of your shitty mouth. ”

Saying that, he removed his feet from the head of the middle-aged man.

In fact, Fan didn't use too much force to step on the other party, if the village chief was willing, he could overturn Fan anytime and anywhere, but ...... He didn't dare to do that.

The answer to what kind of bloodshed would be caused by rebelling against a true nobleman is clear.

Therefore, it was not until Fan himself removed his feet from the head of the village chief that the village chief dared to get up from the ground.

This is the prestige that the aristocracy has on this continent.

"Honorable noble lord. The village chief excused himself 100 percent, in fact, he didn't understand where he had provoked this noble-looking child: "Villain...... The villain is presiding over the ceremony of the witch's trial, please look at the girl with black hair and black eyes, it is definitely the color that only witches have!"

"Witch Trial, you say??"

Fan showed a smiling expression, looking at the poor Mr. Village Chief, who couldn't even figure out where to put his hands.

"Say it again!"

"Yes...... Be...... The witch judge ...... "Mr. Village Chief is eager for his body to shrink at this moment, so as to avoid the sight of the little nobleman in front of him, who can almost kill people.

"How dare you say it!witch trial? That's obviously my family's lost maid!!"

Where broke out.

"Untouchable, how dare you do it to my maid and say that she is a witch? Do you want to say that even I, a nobleman, am an accomplice of a witch?"

Well, if this condition is true, it will not be a problem that can be solved by killing dozens of people, and even if this village is slaughtered, no one will say anything about it.

"Yes...... But the black hair and black eyes ...... That's the color of the devil!!"

"That's a maid I bought from a foreign country, do you dare to make irresponsible remarks about the taste of this nobleman?"

"That'...... The heathen ......"

"Bastard, shut up, she's already followed me to the Crucifixion!!"

Fan drank the last hope of the middle-aged man in one gulp.

"Are you mad? or have you been instructed to do such a stupid thing, well, it doesn't matter now, you had better pray that my maid is safe, or else you all bury her." ”

Spinning ...... Turn!

The poor middle-aged man has completely lost the courage to resist, and he has become a mess.

Fan left the shivering village chief and walked towards the pyre.

The closer he got to the top of the pyre, the more ugly Fan's face became.

There, the firewood was already stained red with the girl's blood.

The girl was roughly tied to the cross, and the tight rope sank deep into the girl's skin, making it a bloody blur.

None of the girl's body was clean, and wounds from various foreign objects, blood, and other messy scars covered the girl's body.

The long black hair hung down weakly, obscuring the girl's face.

Fan drew the sword he had taken from Miss Angela, and carefully cut the rope that bound the girl's hands and feet.

The next moment, the girl fell from the cross and was taken into Van's arms.

Immediately, Fan's body was covered with the girl's blood.

Gently brushing away the girl's hair, Fan could see clearly the face hidden by blood through the firelight around him.

Then, his fists clenched.

Fan held the girl in his arms expressionlessly, passed by the village chief, who fell to the ground almost like mud again, and then walked over without stopping.

The villagers who were watching around retreated in fear to both sides, leaving a passage for Fan.

Fan hugged the girl and walked quietly through the passage composed of humans step by step, and the silent deterrence made all the villagers feel the fear from the heart.

It was as if something was brewing quietly and would burst out at any moment.

Thankfully, nothing happened in the end, and Van returned to Shirley and Angela's side.

Returning the sword to its original owner, Fan turned his head and looked at the group of villagers who didn't dare to make a breath, and then said in a calm and incredibly calm tone: "Pol, I will tell her the name completely." Then it's up to her to decide what to do. ”

It wasn't until the figures of the three of them completely disappeared in front of everyone that the villagers, who even breathed lightly, became noisy as if they were coming back to life.

Hardly anyone dared to say anything about what had just happened, they whispered uneasily and hurried out of the place that was terrible to them.

Tonight, I guess a lot of people will have nightmares.

And the village chief who bore the brunt of the problem probably didn't even have the skills to have nightmares, and it is estimated that he didn't expect to get a good night's sleep recently.

In the only inn in the village, there are two people who have everything in their eyes.

"I hate that aristocratic face, using the power in my hands to oppress the commoners, no matter what the purpose, that is wrong. A man with an ordinary appearance, without any features, déjà vu but as if he had never seen each other, said to the person opposite.

"Do you think so? Mr. Shadwa, but I have the opposite opinion. Across from the super public face is a beautiful woman with peculiar long pink hair and eyes shining like stars.

"Lord Lindenwan, nobleman...... It's our enemy!"

"Mr. Shadwa, please call me Lux if you can. The woman with long pink hair smiled and said, "Lin Dengwan is my profession, but I don't want even myself to be an accessory to this profession. ”

"I'm sorry, Miss Lux. ”

"Hehe, you are so polite, Mr. Shadwa, and get back to the point, do you think that noble boy is a wicked man? ”

"I think that aristocratic boy is actually a good boy who is quite kind. (To be continued.) )