Even when playing against the fake baron, Lothar didn't feel so ...... Ridiculous. That's right, when he heard the other party announce his alleged crime and the king's order to put him to death, the Count of Montenegro felt as if he had heard an extremely difficult joke. But this joke made him unable to laugh no matter what, not even to bend some corners of his mouth with false intentions.

"Lord Harold, do you know what you're talking about?" Lothar didn't call the other party by his title, but called the name of the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe, which shows that he was indeed irritated by this inexplicable situation at this time.

The executioner, the Grand Duke, was in no hurry to respond to Lothar's question. He knelt down on one knee and took out a black silk from his bosom, which had been carefully folded and edged with a very intricate pattern embroidered with gold thread. Harold III unfolded the silk and spread it on the ground in front of him. Those familiar with the executioner's family know that this piece of silk has a name that does not match its appearance, the executioner's shroud.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about, kid from the Black Mountain family. And I believe, you know I'm never joking. So, why don't we all let each other save some trouble? Come down here and I'll answer your three questions and pass on your last words to your family or friends. This way, the corpse sewer will also have an easier time mending your corpse. And you can still sleep with your ancestors. ”

The executioner's words were clear that if Lothar did not accept the verdict, then he would probably die a less dignified death. Whether it was the black-clothed soldiers behind Harold or the Kingdom guards surrounding the three of them, they had already drawn their weapons and aimed them at them.

"I ask for judgment before the king. Lothar did not ask him again what crime he had committed that was serious enough to warrant immediate death. He knew that the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe was nothing more than an executor of the sentence, and that even if Harold himself was reluctant, he had to carry out the king's orders. In this case, Lothar could only think of delaying time by using the method of pre-royal judgment.

As for what the pre-royal judgment is. In fact, it is easy to explain that, just as every condemned person in his realm is judged before the lord to whom he belongs, so every nobleman who is loyal to a secular king has the right to be tried and defend himself before the king. This was to prevent some powerful ministers from falsely conveying the king's will, and it was also a kind of protection for the nobles. The king had to show a tolerant side, so in many cases, as long as it was not a felony such as treason, the nobles who were tried in the pre-royal trial would not be sentenced to death.

"Very reasonable request. The Executioner's Grand Duke sighed, "But since Your Majesty has asked me to bring this axe, you should know that he does not want to see you." ”

The axe in Harold's mouth was referring to the weapon he had just put aside. This murder weapon, forged to behead nobles, is not only the emblem of the Bloodaxe family, but also one of the few weapons in the entire kingdom that cannot be used without the king's orders. In the canons of the kingdom of the Greylion, there is a decree that members of the Harold family who wield a blood axe have the same rights as the king during the execution of his target.

The Grand Duke of the Blood Axe stood up from the ground, looked at Lothar, who was supported by Jack, and said.

"Lothar, I know you grew up beside Your Majesty, but if you think you can rely on this to escape judgment... Then you are underestimating Your Majesty too much. Think of it as one of those three questions. I can tell you that His Majesty has entrusted me with this task in person, and he has told me that he is disappointed in you. ”

When the Count of Montenegro, who was already seriously injured, heard this, his throat was so sweet that he spit out a mouthful of blood! For Lothar, although he did not express his gratitude to the king of the blue lion, in his heart he always respected the king as his father. But now, Harold told him that it was the king himself who ordered him to be executed!

"Ahem, I don't understand, what I've done will disappoint him. I've been working hard for this kingdom......" Lothar asked with difficulty, spitting out the remaining blood in her throat. His voice was much weaker than it had been before.

Harold III looked at Lothar with some pity in his eyes. Even if he was as indifferent as he was, he had to admit that the nickname of the madman from Montenegro that belonged to Lothar had a high reputation in the aristocratic circles. Although the nobles would criticize Lothar for his fanaticism for war every time they mentioned it, they also had to admit that it was because of Lothar and his bear hunters that the security situation in the Greylion Kingdom had been so stable in recent years.

"That's the second question. The executioner shook his head lightly and said, "The most important accusation against you is that you took the troops to evacuate the Montenegrin territory where you were stationed without authorization. Although we know that this is excusable, it is an indisputable fact that you have violated His Majesty's orders. ”

Hearing this, Lothar's face showed an extremely puzzled expression.

"What? But I received an order from His Majesty to evacuate with my troops......"

Before the Count could finish his words, Cheese patted him lightly on the shoulder and spoke at the same time.

"Looks like there's a bit of a misunderstanding. ”

The mage's words caused Harold to be dissatisfied, and he didn't know what kind of existence the gray-robed young man in front of him was. However, he was sure that Cheese was by no means a nobleman of the Greylion Kingdom. So he rebuked.

"There's no place for you to talk here, young man. ”

To this, Cheese just tilted his head, and he continued.

"Although I am not familiar with the laws of the Greylion. But I suppose even this remote kingdom can allow glorious judgment, right?"

When the mage said this, everyone, including the soldiers present, was stunned for a moment. Without him, the term glorious judgment is so rarely mentioned, as is the case with this judgment.

Unlike the Pre-King Judgment, the Glorious Judgment was an earlier judgment situation in the human capital, and this kind of judgment was once described by other intelligent races as the most barbaric judgment situation. However, perhaps because of the remembrance of the past, even though it is almost unused, this situation of judgment is written into the laws of human nations as a symbol.

The glorious judgment is simple, when all laws and judgments hold a person guilty. If the man still believes in his innocence, he can ask his friends or blood relatives to act as representatives against the arbiters sent by the king. As long as the person acting as the representative defeats the arbiter in battle, he is acquitted. But there is one point, there can only be one person who is a representative. The number and equipment of the Arbiter is determined by the local lord or king, i.e., there is no upper limit.

"Boy, I don't know what your relationship is with the Count of Montenegro. But I warn you that the order to execute the Count of Montenegro was given by His Majesty the King, and I promise in the name of the Grand Duke of the Bloodaxe of the Kingdom of the Lion that if you are to be judged in glory, you will be the enemy of all the warriors of the Kingdom of the Lion here. Harold III's expression was very serious, from what Cheese had just said, he already knew that this gray-robed man was not from the blue lion, but he thought that Cheese was just a young man who didn't know the height of the sky.

The mage lowered the hood from his head and looked around at the greylion soldiers. It was not impossible for these Praetorian Guards with lion helmets to be dozens, if not hundreds, but compared to the bright armor on their bodies and the sharp weapons in their hands, neither the robes on Cheese's body nor the coarse rags on Jack's body looked so weak.

But even so, Cheese took two steps forward, looked at the executioner in front of him without fear, showed a malicious smile, and said.

"So what?"