"I've heard that this place has been in the dust for thirty years. The Cloud Hunter calmly said to Hayes, "Then why did you choose this place to execute Pol?"

Hayes's answer was firm: "Because he is so sinful, the entire Grey Valley family will not let him go." ”

"So, it's really a strange and stupid guy who enters the country alone, but in the end he can only end up in a different place. The Cloud Hunter echoed, "The Glory Execution Bench has always executed only male-minded prisoners, but I didn't expect history to repeat itself today, but maybe you're right. ”

"Do you think there is something unusual about this decision? Actually, I just want to give an explanation to my mother, who has no cure. "There was once a poet with a high pitch who passed by and sang what he saw and heard in poetry. ”

"The twilight covers the valley, the loneliness imprisons the soul, and the sad music sings the praises of the true meaning of death. Hayes whispered.

"The spiked whip struck the weepers' chests mercilessly, and the majestic cries of the past were all turned into the desolation of the coming end. ”

A gray-haired old pastor, he is singing affectionately: May the deceased be like this, after everything is over, the cycle of fate will wash everything away. ”

"The bloodthirsty blade is like the cold frost, joy and despair are unexpectedly intertwined in this place. ”

"Glorious Execution Table! The slogan of victory was sung here! Glorious Execution Table! How sad is the fate of the wicked people who are escorted here!"

"Blood spills on the cold ground, and the sanctions and glow of justice are enough to make all evil souls die in this world!"

"O immortal Valley of the Eagle, why are you so paranoid and stubborn!"

The Cloud Hunter was silent. At the same time, the eastern sky was gradually shining with the light of dawn, the guards had escorted Pol here, and some curious inhabitants of Eagle Valley had quietly gathered around the execution platform, and seemed to be quite interested in everything here.

"The blade that pricked his fingers and dripped blood into the guillotine. Hayes commanded as if he were in order. The cloud hunter on the side looked up curiously.

"Is it a ritual? It looks like an ancient blood sacrifice. ”

Hayes shrugged: "The guillotine of glory needs to be opened with the blood of male criminals, and only by dripping blood into the blade can the sleeping 'bloodthirsty executioner's soul be awakened, so that the guillotine, which weighs hundreds of pounds, will be automatically opened for the use of the executioner." ”

The Cloud Hunter looked at Pol as he was being pressed to the execution ground with an indescribable gaze, and it was only when the guard stabbed the skin of his fingers with steel spikes and dripped blood into the blade that the Cloud Hunter let out a long sigh.

The eyes of the people in the audience were full of anticipation. However, the guillotine, which had absorbed the blood, did not undergo any changes as it should be.

The guillotine did not automatically lift, and Pol, who looked frightened, did not seem to understand the inside story, and his gray-brown eyes seemed to have lost the last desire to survive.

The guard stepped forward and said, "The guillotine cannot be awakened, it seems that it is completely insensitive to the blood of the prisoners. ”

Hayes himself was surprised: why is that? The guillotine is very sensitive to the blood of any male criminal, but it is unable to absorb the blood of women... In this way, there is only one plausible explanation, this Pol, he infiltrated in disguise as a man, but his face... What's going on?

"Then, tear the mask off his face, guards. The Cloud Hunter stood solemnly to the side, and then suddenly said calmly.

The lord raises his head: the Valley of the Eagle has long been known for its mysterious ability to see through all disguises by guardian hunters, and is said to be related to the forces of nature. In this case, maybe he really said it...

The guards were puzzled for a moment, and they cautiously put their fingers on Pol's cheeks, who struggled with all his might, Hayes turned his back coldly, and the Cloud Hunter frowned, for he could clearly see that there was a clear irritation and disdain on the guards' faces, and that Pol was still under their control.

Blind loyalty to the forces of evil will only hasten your death...

With a "brush", the efforts of the soldiers finally confirmed the conjecture of the cloud hunter, a human skin mask that was almost integrated with the skin was finally successfully removed from the other party's face, and the original form of the spy "Pol" was revealed, she was indeed not a man, so she could not awaken the sleeping murderous spirit.

"It's just that I seriously question the evil personality of the instigator behind it, and it's really irritating to let a woman with this face be used as a tool for killing. Then, in the midst of everyone's astonished gaze, the Cloud Hunter still held his opinion.

The morning sun has risen, and the sky is gradually filled with the vitality and blood that only the day can have. After tearing off the disguise, Pol's true face made even the well-informed Hayes can't help but stand still: this delicate face is like an angel who has fallen into the earth, flawless, and the beauty reveals a rare dignity and holiness in the world.

The bridge of her nose was straight, her complexion was as white as the finest marble, and a pair of cute dimples looming near her small lips, and if she had a reason to smile at this moment, she would have danced for her.

Hayes withdrew his gaze, but his face remained grim, and a soldier stepped forward, about to tell the truth, when he heard a cold, resolute voice.

"Then put on the gallows, and let the light of the Holy Cross help to free this wicked and beautiful woman. Hayes said lightly, and then he caught a glimpse of the corner of the cloud hunter's mouth, and at some point a slight smile appeared.

"I have to say that the lord's decision was a little hasty. If possible, I'd like to know the story of the woman herself. The Cloud Hunter said helplessly, as if sensing his doubts, Hayes ordered the Cloud Hunter to approach Pol, who was about to be hanged.

Pol looked up stubbornly.

"Why did you steal Lady Rita's potion, and what good would it do you? If you answer truthfully, I will overtake your soul after death. The Cloud Hunter leaned his face closer to the other's ear and said in a slightly hoarse tone.

For the first time, Pol's beautiful face revealed a feeling similar to "rejoicing".

Then she confided the truth in a staccato and trembling voice: "Because, according to my master, the Black Hand, as long as I steal the potion and cause Lady Rita to die, Riddle Grey Valley, the Imperial War Minister, will inevitably return to Eagle Valley from the Imperial Capital, and then his plan will be carried out smoothly." ”

She lowered her head: "His eyeliner is all over the realm of the empire, his power is unstoppable, he wants to take back everything that once belonged to him... And I'm just at the behest of his own dark side. ”

The cloud hunter was silent, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Committing such a serious crime is just to transfer the old lord away from the imperial capital, it seems that Hayes's conjecture about the other party's true identity is not groundless...

Then he sighed lightly: "Let's start the execution." ”

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice came from afar: "My daughter!

The crowd couldn't help but turn their heads to look behind them, while the guards had already fastened the ropes around Pol's neck.

The voice came from an old woman dressed in brocade clothes, her appearance was kind, but her face was sick and haggard, she stumbled to the center of the execution ground, and shouted loudly, a group of gray valley attendants in cloth clothes were following in a hurry, as if it would be too late to be overwhelmed.

"It's Mrs. Rita!" exclaimed the guards at the same time, and a commotion began in the audience.

"Why did Lady Rita, who hadn't appeared in public for several years, suddenly appear here today?"

The scene was quite chaotic for a while, and the hands of the guards couldn't help but hesitate in mid-air. Hayes hurried up to Lady Rita with a worried look on her face.

The Cloud Hunter's thoughts filled his mind for a moment: not to mention that Lady Rita's serious illness had made it difficult for her to move on the ground for a long time, just to say that Fang had just called Pol was also a sign of the unusual thing about this matter...

So, what about the judgment of the lord?

However, at the moment when he flashed his mind, all the Gray Valley guards on and off the stage, even including Lord Hayes himself, couldn't help but exclaim at the same time: "Fate Pendant, it flashed!"

I saw that on Mrs. Rita's chest, a sky-blue star-shaped pendant was shining with dazzling light, and at the same time, everyone present suddenly found that before they knew it, even the air seemed to have undergone some kind of change, and gusts of wind hit their cheeks, as if the god of fate had arranged and favored them.

Hayes hugged Mrs. Rita: "Has your body returned to its original state in an instant?"

He looked at the pendant on his mother's chest: it was a relic of the gods given to the Greyvale family by the former Elven King Fernans, and it was said that no mortal should touch it without permission. However, many years ago, it proved to be ineffective, so what does the flickering light of today mean...

The Cloud Hunter frowned slightly, all of this had to start with the past...