Offstage, the impassioned voices of the people rang out, all of them insulting and throwing things at the people kneeling on the torture platform. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kill these dogs!!"

"Kill them!!"

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The blades hanging from the guillotine flashed with cold light, and these people who were covered with heads were torn off their hoods by people in blue uniforms, trembling their bodies, looking at the bloodstained guillotine in front of them, swallowing saliva, their heads were covered with cold sweat, and the audience was scolding.

"Your Highness, please adjudicate. Duke Myron sat down in his seat and said to Harry.

Harry was in a cold sweat, his body trembled slightly, he couldn't speak, looking at the faces of the people on the torture table who were distorted because of fear, they were so frightened that they were incontinent, and their crotches were wet, and they still had some impressions of these people Harry, they were all those people they knocked down on the road, although Harry heard their heinous crimes, but suddenly let him order someone to kill or something, he still couldn't accept it at once, isn't this equivalent to killing people indirectly.

Time passed quickly, and the crowd was getting louder and louder, apparently a little impatient, and the nobles sitting in the tents began to gossip quietly, as if they were a little dissatisfied with Harry's performance.

Harry saw all of this, did they know what they were doing? This was murder, why could they be so calm, so leisurely talking, wasn't human life worthless? Although Harry knew that he had killed people, in that state of losing his mind, he remembered through all his memories, but the current situation was different from that time, he was irrational at that time, he didn't know what was going on, and now, he was sober, if he killed them all, wouldn't it be an indirect indication that he killed them, what is the difference between that and the murderer.

"Hey, hurry up, everyone can't wait, what are you afraid of?" said Kira's voice.

"But, there are all living people on stage, how could I do it, what am I going to do?" Harry said inwardly, undecided, he was really confused.

"Just do what that guy says, don't you forget, they are all bad people who do a lot of evil, killing them is a matter of course, and it can even be said that they are doing harm for the people, are you stupid, what is there to hesitate about. Kira said unconcernedly.

"Look at everyone's eyes, look at what you look like, do you want everyone to look down on you? Kira said again.

Harry looked around slowly, everyone's eyes in the tent were teasing, the red-haired evil man standing beside him silently looked ahead and did not speak, the Duke of Myron, who was sitting next to him, silently took a sip of tea, calmly, standing on the execution platform, the person who was about to be executed was facing the sun, sweating, the frightened face of the person kneeling on the execution table, everything around seemed to slow down.

His heart was beating faster, Harry's eyes became more and more blurry, the sound of irritable speech reached his ears, he couldn't hear whose voice it was, he felt as if he didn't fit in with the world, did he really do something wrong, did he really have the right to decide their life and death? Harry asked himself silently in his heart.

Harry's heart fell into a chaotic choice, one of them said, these people are bad people, think about how many people they killed, you kill them, it is equivalent to eliminating harm for the people, there is no need to hesitate, you look at the voices of the people in the audience, you know how much they hate him, kill them, this is justice! The other party said, the nature is good, the people on the torture platform are all fresh lives, everyone may have a family, you kill them, some people may lose important relatives, although these people have killed people, but they may also have a last resort, killing them is this mistake, don't care about other people's eyes, let them go, everyone has a chance to repent and reform.

What exactly do you have to do?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Are you alright?" Duke Myron asked worriedly, seeing that Harry's forehead was covered with sweat and his little face was very pale.

"I'm fine. Harry paused for a moment, then smiled.

After all, it's a child, is it really too reluctant for this kind of big scene? Leave it to me, Duke Myron shook his head, and just wanted to announce the execution of this death sentence for him, unexpectedly, a childish, but majestic voice sounded on the side, everyone quieted down, and looked at the birthplace of that voice.

"Quiet!!"

"Now, this prince declares that the death penalty will be given to the sinners on the torture table!" said Harry, leaning back in his chair, one hand supporting his cheek, and the other hand resting leisurely on the chair rest, looking indifferently at the torture table.

With the permission of His Royal Highness, the people on the torture platform did not ink, and sent these people who cried for their fathers and mothers into the guillotine one by one, and under the call of the people, the knives rose and fell, and the blood splashed everywhere, and the dense blood flowed down the torture platform, gathering into a small pool of blood, and one by one the heads with unwilling and fearful faces fell under the torture platform.

Harry, who was watching all this, turned up slightly at the corners of his mouth, and his black pupils flashed with a hint of golden light.

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Early in the morning until noon, there were people running around the streets, shouting someone's name, looking like they were looking for someone, but they certainly haven't been found.

These people are Kalia, Monshint, Sally and they, last night they went back to the hotel in the alley to meet, not surprisingly, everyone returned to the hotel one after another, although Sally and they were all wet, but nothing happened, changed into clean clothes, but, as time went by, everyone gathered in the hall began to fidget, it was early in the morning, Harry still did not come back, just like that, everyone began to look for Harry.

It's a pity that Gerry is a big town, with a wide area, countless streets and alleys, and now the streets are so chaotic and dirty, it is undoubtedly difficult to find a needle in a haystack, not surprisingly, even if they split up, they didn't even see Harry's hair, and the search continued until noon, and everyone's energy can be imagined, and they were already tired and about to lie down.

Monshint's gray hat had been washed away by the current because he had fallen into the water at that time, so he had to put on the gray robe with a hood that Kalia had prepared for him before setting out to find Harry, and after a simple change of clothes, he set off in this gray robe with a hood, which covered his hair, revealing only his face and the yellow hair on his forehead.

On the vast crowded streets, countless pedestrians walked through, and the shops on both sides also began to operate normally, and Monchente, who was running in the crowd, looked left and right, looking for Harry, but it was destined to be useless, he sat on the steps next to the street for a little rest, his beautiful dark blue eyes looked very haggard, he had been looking for it from the early hours of the morning to the present, although he had also rested during the period, but after all, he had not slept all night, plus he was overworked, and he had not eaten breakfast, it was good that he did not faint.

He had just rested for a while, and he stood up again, facing the sun and continuing to look for Harry, who would not give up until he found him.