In the past, Aaron was a small village, and although it was located on the road from Aronael to East Jerklein, the "road" at that time was not even as good as the forest path of the New Government - there were two bandit nobles in front of and behind the village of Aaron, and the merchants and travelers who walked on this main road

In addition to this, the two robber nobles often fight over who should belong to Aaron, and whoever wins, the villagers of Aaron are just as unlucky, just like a popular saying in the southern country: stones hit crockpots, tiles

The pot is unlucky, the crockpot touches the stone, or the crockpot is unlucky......

Therefore, in the good old days, Aaron Village has always been a small village with no foreign population, located on the side of the avenue, but it seems to be secluded in the mountains, not to mention the bustle and hustle and bustle of the world, even the sound of chickens and dogs, sometimes it is not easy to hear. The bluestone road built during the ancient empire next to the village, lazy serfs and naughty children lie on it to rest on the hot summer, and they will not be run over by horses and carts for a day.

However, the arrival of the new government quickly changed this, first with the arrest of the two robber nobles, then with the road being repaired, the forest that had grown unbridled around it, and the forest that had grown to the middle of the road was ruthlessly cut down, and the villagers gradually became accustomed to the merchants who trafficked goods, the soldiers who moved in formations, and the pilgrims who came from all directions. Three new inns were opened along the road to provide food and sleeping for traders and pilgrims, and a commune was built in the village for passing soldiers and government officials. Raising chickens is now of great interest in Aaron's village, as the robbers who used to rob them have been eliminated. Among the travelers are high rollers who can pay in cash. When school is out, the children go around cutting grass and chopping wood. The horses and mules supplied to the travelers and their horses, and even a few nearby villages had people carrying firewood, chickens and other things to the entrance of the village to sell.

The lives of the villagers of Aaron Village have improved so much. So much so that the young villagers began to buy goods from Aronael and Tournest, while the old people were contemplating the pilgrimage in groups, which had been unstable in their houses and had to flee to the forest often, but now they began to yearn for the outside world.

They were grateful for their new life, and when an order was given to them to pay a special tax on firewood, grass, grain, and wine, they complied. The amount is large and urgent, but it is still within the range of what they can afford.

Such orders were given two or three times a year. The poor villagers, who were willing to live a barely subsistence life, had to pay the special tax, and they said to one another, "Although you have to pay the tax now, you can sleep peacefully." ”

However, there are also people who privately express their dissatisfaction, such people are people who have worked hard to save some wealth, especially those who run inns, and now they have to go far away to buy firewood and grass for tourists, and pay a large amount of extra money. And the firewood and grass they bought had to be taken out to pay taxes, so that their trading was not profitable.

The news reached the ears of the young village chief, who publicly rebuked the innkeepers for their ingratitude to the government, and threatened them. To demolish their hostels, or to leave them in the hands of godly and faithful men to run them: "In New Newsria, a special tax must be paid. I don't accept you to go to St. Omer and defect to the remnants of the former dynasty! Oh, it's too late for you to go. Let's go to the Eternal City and join the false pope! Go ahead, don't lie ahead! ”

The innkeepers were so embarrassed that they swore to heaven that they would never say that. They pledged additional goods as proof of their faithfulness.

"If you dare to talk about right and wrong again, you will be severely punished!"

They were all sweating down and said that they would never dare to talk such nonsense again, and the village of Aaron was quiet again.

However, this tranquility was shattered a few days later in the early morning.

"Bang bang bang!" The knock on the door was so fast and so hard that it almost broke down the door of the village chief's house, "What's the matter?" ”

The village chief's wife got up to open the door, but she was still a step late, and the visitor couldn't wait to kick the door down, so that the chickens sleeping on the roof beams were clucking and flying all over the house. Everybody stay where they are! Swords don't grow eyes! With this powerful shout, several heavily armed men with vulture badges on their arms had already rushed into the house......

Helena, the former Countess of Faisal, did not imagine her end, in her vision, the bishop of the church of St. Gund would make a solemn sacrifice for her, her coffin would bear the coats of arms of the two illustrious families of Faisal and Ryoud, and her sons and daughters-in-law of famous families would dress her in filial piety for the funeral, and the long funeral procession would be fully in line with the identity of a countess, and she would be buried in the family cemetery of the Faisal family, where a tablet would be erected with the inscription of the count's niece, countess, Such a glorious title of Mother of the Earl, of course, she will be buried beside the Earl, just as she stood by the dear Savior in the last days, holding his arm.

So, when the red-haired nun said she was going to make a dying confession, she didn't want to believe it was true anyway.

"Nope! This is not true! How is this possible! I am the daughter of the House of Ryud and the wife of Count Faisal! She cried out hoarsely, "Something must be wrong!" I want to see the judge! I want to see - see that damn witch who calls herself queen! ”

"Blasphemy!" Grirrell snorted, then she snorted again, and puffed up her cheeks unhappily and took a sip of rose tea—this flower not only had the meaning of love, but also had the medicinal properties to relieve physical pain—and she could only deign to listen to the confession of a madman at such a time—others had more urgent things to do, and she had them, but she could not do them in her present physical condition, so she had to do whatever she could: "Confess as soon as possible, I will soon leave work." ”

"What! You told me you were going to get off work? How dare you say to a noble countess that you are off duty...... You wait! Wait! ”

"The prisoner refused to repent." Grirrel wrote a note on the file, stamped it with his ring, and gave it to the person in charge of the next step, that is, the execution.

When Countess Helena saw her final destination, her eyes widened, and in a gloomy corner of the prison stood a tall gallows, which could hang several prisoners at once—on her left hung the chief of the village, who had made two ends of the money in the name of the government, and on her right hung the chief of the village, his wife, who, if she had known the truth, would have cried until the end of the world, as she had shouted at the moment when she saw the gallows.

"Commoners only hang the gallows, I am a nobleman! Aristocrat! Nobles should be beheaded no matter what the age! My identity does not allow ......" (to be continued......