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"Now, I declare that Kane Azibert, Earl of Caryophyllus, and his son, Bernard Azibert, are guilty of conspiracy, possession of weapons, homicide, terrorism, and anti-imperialism, and shall be sentenced to death and shall be executed immediately!"

"And Count Caryophyll's wife, Nora June, daughter Jenna Acebert, nephew Ponos Acebert, and 137 of their servants, knowing that Kane Acebert was secretly hoarding weapons but did not report them to the public security station, committed the crime of harboring them, and were sentenced to 1~3 years of hard labor.

"The above judgment decision is the final decision, witnessed by the gods and His Majesty the Emperor, and I ask the Duke of the Silver Rose to confirm the execution!"

On the high platform, a strange-looking dressed person who had never seen Acebert had never seen before, claiming to be the ** official of the Nanling Supreme Court, read aloud inexplicable and wonderful words. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info.

Then the ** officer stepped down from the judgment table and brought the verdict to the Duke of Ferdinand, who raised his hand and rubbed his temples, hesitated slightly, and then signed his name on it.

Until he was pushed out of the courtroom by the sheriff and taken to the guillotine, Count Azibat was still a little like a dream, and when he looked up, the large trial hall was crowded with people, and the auditorium was full of the families of the victimized nobles and ordinary citizens, and the ragged and the richly dressed were mixed together, as if reminding Aziber of death.

Looking at some of the nobles who were acquaintances, Acebert's lips squirmed, and he wanted to defend himself again, he didn't know anything about the sword of revenge, he didn't know what Kaos was, but it was useless, really useless - the evidence presented by the police almost made him feel that he really had a private relationship with Kaos, in order to murder Duke Ferdinand, so that he was so mad that he didn't even care about the safety of other nobles.

Looking back at his back, Bernard was crying so much that he couldn't even breathe, and he was almost thrown out of the courtroom by the sheriff, dominated by the fear of death.

Useless things, Achebert wanted to scold like this, but when he realized it, he found that he himself was also covered in a soft body, and the sheriff set up the judgment hall.

"Come out! Come out!" The entire trial process of Achebert's rebellion case was explained by the people standing at the door to the people waiting for the results outside, so when Achebert was pushed out, he only saw a black and oppressive head, and slowly made way for a way.

Everyone was staring at him, but under pressure from the sheriff in charge of maintaining order, only whispers of insults could be heard.

"Brute!"

"Killer Demon King!"

"Well deserved!"

Pressed into a prison cart and driven to the execution ground, Azibert and Bernard wept, cursed, peed their pants, and were pushed into the gondola by the executioners, put on black hoods and nooses, and then pushed into the hanging pit, where they struggled alone a few times, and then staggered and lost their breath.

Evangel didn't see it, but the noise coming from the crowded Place de Paris could be heard even in the bedroom of the Duke's Palace.

"That's harsh......" muttered as Evan Ian stood up and walked over to the window and closed it.

Originally, according to his original intention, White Rose City should have set up a special execution ground for execution, instead of so savagely and bloody place to place the place where criminals were executed in the middle of the square in the center of the city.

However, several other noble consuls, including Feldenand, insisted that in the eyes of these old-fashioned imperial nobles, the purpose of the death penalty was to set an example, and in order to maximize the horror of the consequences of violating the law, the place of execution must be placed in the most lively and prosperous city center.

Evan Ian thought about it calmly and figured it out - after all, this is an era of starving media.

"Looks like the newspaper is going to hurry......" he muttered softly to himself, then turned to look at Irette behind him.

The reason why Evanian didn't run a newspaper before was because the number of literate people among the common people was pitiful, and if there were no such things as schools and literacy rates, let alone the influence of the media.

"I once thought that 'New Moon' would lose, but I didn't think that 'New Moon' would lose so badly and completely. ”

Errett looked at the empty room with some wistfulness, which had been filled with injured nobles before, but now it was quiet, only him, Evan Ian, and one servant - the other former occupants had either been guillotined or had been imprisoned awaiting trial.

Among the people Irette is familiar with, only the Marquis of Hailiu Zhu Enshang is still lying in the ** unconscious next door, and the old marquis with the high-level strength of the warrior was blinded by the swordsman of the immortal seed in order to protect his old friend Agibert during the attack, and later was thrown off the viewing platform by the explosion, injuring his cervical vertebrae, and has been in a coma until now, and has not yet recovered his senses.

The old marquis, who had retired from the military, had a clean net worth, and although he had always been very unkind to Evan Ian because of the Citibank problems, he did not participate in these dirty things among the nobles of Southridge - in fact, Irette even doubted that the old marquis really knew about the existence of the "Crescent Moon" organization.

Thinking away from the old marquis, Irette looked at Evan Ian with a somewhat complicated look: "I guessed the result, but I didn't guess the process, I originally thought that it would be a more fair and ...... A gentleman's head-to-head showdown...... And not such a ......"

"'Despicable'?" said Evan Ian sat down on the edge of Irett's bed, his right hand hanging around his neck.

Avan had dislocated his right elbow and had bandages around his neck for the slash that had cut the Night Assassin in two, and he had lost most of his ability to speak shortly after the spell had failed, and even then, he was still a little unspeakable.

"'Despicable'...... You can't say that...... It's just that in this way, the entire Nanling is in turmoil...... Probably a lot of people will die...... "The titles left by the dead nobles, the struggle between the immature heirs and their supporters, the next Nanling nobles will fall into a series of internal frictions and can't get out...... And this ...... Is that what Evan Ian wants?

However, it was precisely because he couldn't guess that Irette came to Nanling with his intention, chasing the figure of Evan Ian, and asking about the confusion and confusion in his heart.

"I didn't expect you, a self-proclaimed weapons merchant, to say such a thing. Evanian said in surprise.

Irette subconsciously scratched his head and laughed: "Haha...... My father often said that I had grown so big in vain, and that my heart was like a child......"

After speaking, I don't know if it touched the wound in the lungs, Irette lowered his head, coughed lightly twice, and spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum into the spittoon next to the bed.

After vomiting, Irette gasped softly, leaned back on the sick head, and turned to look at Evan Ian, "I'm a person...... When you are interested in something, you always forget to think about the consequences. And then it is only when the consequences are in front of us that we start to think about solutions. Therefore, it often causes headaches for the people around you...... This time too, Franriel ...... And my father...... His Majesty the Emperor ......"

"But even if you say that, I can't let you go. Evanian's voice was quiet, "After all, I can't confirm if your previous actions are really the truth, or if it's just a set of bitter tricks. ”

"Bitter Meat Trick?" Irette was a little confused, and after Evan Ian explained it to him a little, he suddenly froze, "Ah, that's right...... ...... true"

And then ...... What are you going to do?" Coughing and chuckling, Irette laughed and looked back at Evan Ian with curiosity and inquiry in his eyes, "Are you going to kill Frankriel and put me under house arrest for the rest of my life? ”

"A lifetime? It doesn't have to be that long. Evanian looked at the time, then stood up, "Only half a month is enough-"

"In this half month, I will end everything. ”

"And in the past half a month, you will recuperate in the Duke's Palace. When the time comes, no matter what you have in mind, I will let you go. ”

Standing at the door, Iofitara** door, the moment Evan Ian stepped out of the door, Irette suddenly shouted behind him-

"You haven't told me the answer yet. ”

Evanian leaned to the side, "What's the answer?"

"Why do you do these things that hurt others and yourself? Irette gasped softly, "To help the civilians?"

"Because it seems to me that they are human beings too. Evanian replied lightly.

"They have nothing to do with you, they don't have any status, they only depend on you and your family, even so, do you have to choose which side?" "Are you really just giving up the power and status that you have at your fingertips and fighting against all the nobles of the entire empire out of pure kindness and sympathy, for the sake of the three years of childhood experience in the slums?!"

"Where...... Look at what you say. Evanian smiled suddenly, holding back the discomfort in his throat as he pondered his words, "I'm not that great—or rather, I'm far more selfish than anyone you know." ”

"I just want to leave a name in history, as for my bloodline and children and grandchildren after I die...... Then even if the sea of blood is monstrous, they have to fight for their own lives. ”

"As for the starting point and purpose...... Ivanian lightly owed his body, "Drunken Dream Si'an, if a person's ideals really only need material prosperity to be consumed, then he is essentially just an ordinary person who is full of food and drink." ”

"So—"

Under Eritt's thoughtful gaze, Evan Ian turned to leave.

"Goodbye. ”