In the open square, there are three layers of dense crowds. To the east of Tros Square, the market's merchants quickly closed their shops and joined the crowd of onlookers at the behest of the temple staff.

Most of the people in the entire White City gathered here, and Rao Shi Square was always spacious, but it also became very crowded at this time.

Adults held children's hands and shook in the crowd. There was a hint of anxiety and worry on their faces, and as they stood closer, they could even see the white skin of the little girl tied to the stake.

"Burn her, burn her!" shouted someone in the crowd in anger.

It was a group of young and fanatical religious activists who admired the radiance of the goddess Yueqin and obeyed the instructions of the temple. They rushed to the front, and if it weren't for the guards who had set up a cordon around the execution ground, the thugs would have rushed in.

Most of the people remained silent. The Monroe family is quite famous in the White City, and those who have lived in the White City for a long time know that the little girl's father is an honest and kind old man, and the old Monroe is a good hand in business, for which he has accumulated thousands of family fortunes. But he was as approachable as ever in the city, often helping the poor, the elderly, and homeless children. Unlike the old men in the temple, old Monroe was beloved by the inhabitants of White City.

For every resident of White City, the people around them have been favored by old Monroe to a greater or lesser extent. However, now being burned at the stake is the youngest daughter of old Monroe, which makes everyone's hearts heavy.

Above the stake, there were several higher beams. More than a dozen human heads hung from it. Countless flies flew over the heads of these rotting people, and although the heads were long since unrecognizable, the people of the city could still recognize them.

These people had all been executed by the temple in the last month, but unlike Scarlett, their crimes were slightly lesser, so they were not burned at the stake, but hanged.

The temple personnel were adding some dry wood to the stake and sprinkling it with pine resin and butter.

At the same time, on the high platform of the square, Lord Lockhart, the first-level priest of the Temple of the Moon Qin, was reading the girl's sins aloud.

The words of his mouth. Most of them are mysterious and mysterious. Most are praising the great goddess Yueqin, and a few are angrily denouncing the little girl's crimes.

The less literate commoners could not understand the high-minded words of praise, and they only heard words such as "devil, sin" and other words that represented a distinct position. There was a hint of doubt in their simple eyes: Could it be a mistake?

How could such a young girl be the devil?

The crowd looked uneasily at the little girl who was tied to the stake. She has red hair. The eyes are also ruby red. Her skin is fair. The eyes were large, but those beautiful eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

Her body was tightly tied to the stake. The tightly bound hemp rope dug into her skin, and the surrounding area was covered with distressing red marks.

"How can such a cute little girl be some kind of devil?"

A young man muttered under his breath.

An older man beside him immediately changed his face, stepped forward to cover his mouth, and then looked around.

The others around them also looked panicked.

The older man let out a sigh of relief and admonished with a worried face, "Son, it's good that the attention of those fanatical fellows is on the stake, otherwise your words might have cost you your life!"

"There are some things that should not be said on such occasions. An old woman beside him also said, "Even if you don't think about yourself, think about your parents." ”

The young man looked frightened and nodded.

Only then did the older man let go of his mouth.

It's just that the people around him have subconsciously moved their bodies to other places.

......

On the high platform, there was a row of seats in addition to the priests who were reciting the canon aloud. These seats are occupied by people with heads and faces in the city.

At this moment, the position in the center representing the lord of the city was vacant. In the two places to its right, a man and a woman are seated.

These two people are the eldest son and eldest daughter of the city lord of the White City.

"I find one of the great things about Lord Lockhart. The woman yawned and said, "Even the thousandth time he read these dry hymns, which are boring and boring, with no rhetoric but no substance, he behaves as if he were reading them for the first time." Look at his disgusting performance, is he really relying on this kind of performance to win the appreciation of the goddess Yueqin?"

"It's an amazing talent. At least I can't do that. While all eyes were on the stake and Lockhart, the man snuck a handful of his sister's breasts, causing the latter to tremble. "But I've figured out the details of him, and he's going to have tears in his eyes. ”

Sure enough, before the man's words fell, the old priest who was reciting the hymn aloud suddenly burst into tears, his expression was extremely sincere, and even touched some of the onlookers.

The woman said in a low voice: "Convergence, Miro, you can't mess around on this occasion!"

"Why can't you, just because you're my sister?" Miro asked rhetorically, "Relax, Ginny, I'll be Lord of the White City in no time!, and you, too, will be the Mistress of the White City—if our well-behaved brother hadn't missed." ”

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the palace on the hill.

"Our younger brother has always liked the old man. He doesn't do things like you and has been very patient all the time. To be honest, I've always felt like he's better than you when it comes to intrigues. Ginny said, "It's a pity that you caught him." ”

"I don't like intrigues. I prefer to get straight to the point. Miroha laughed: "My brother also wants to be the king of the White City, but he does not have that courage, so he is destined to hide in the corner like a rat in the gutter, uneasily planning one conspiracy after another, and then overthrowing it." ”

"Then again, when you asked me to seduce that kid. Do you know that he likes men?" asked Ginny suddenly.

Miro laughed dryly: "I don't know what to do." ”

Ginny gave him a blank look: "So you really want to give me to him to play with?"

Miro patted her on the shoulder and smiled, "You wanted to taste him anyway, didn't you? ”

"It's just that what happened later was really beyond my expectations. Miró sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that kid to be such a gentleman, and actually secretly raise a little white face with more fine skin and tender flesh - what kind of thing is that guy? Oh, it seems to be some fucking poet." I just wanted to try and control that poet, but I didn't expect this kid to give in immediately. ”

"It's called true love. Ginny said calmly, "He is willing to give up his position as king of the White City for that poet, and I know that even three of me will not let you waver in this thought." ”

"I love your self-knowledge. Dear sister ......"

Miro laughed. While reaching out his hand. Sneak under Ginny's skirt and play with it in public.

......

The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and in the square at dusk, the orange sunlight pulls the backs of everyone into strange shapes.

Lockhart's forehead was covered with sweat. His expression was sincere. The face is kind. With a hint of pity. The chanting of the hymn has reached its final chapter:

“...... With the most beautiful chapter in the world,

Nor can they praise the wisdom of the goddess

The shadow of blasphemy will be burned

Like the devil who dies in a tormented hell......"

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the crowd.

A column of knights slowly marched down the avenue at the foot of the mountain. A prisoner van was also being escorted between them.

People are getting out of the way. Let the knights enter the execution ground.

The Guardian Knight, who was escorting the prisoner cart, greeted his colleagues, who let them enter the interior of Tros Square together.

"Who is inside?" asked the knight, who kept order at the execution ground.

The Guardian Knight responded, "Some outsiders who have offended the temple. ”

The other party nodded: "Let them get out of the car, these heretics will only be frightened if they witness the purification ceremony of the goddess and the temple." ”

Soon, the door of the cart was opened, and the prisoners with the instruments of torture stepped out of the cart one by one, and stood in a row under the shouts of the knights.

After not adapting to the sun for a long time, several people couldn't help but squint.

"I didn't expect it to be an infield ticket. Lance looked around and chuckled.

"Is that little girl the devil they call it? If the devil is really so cute, then I may take in a few of these adopted daughters in the future. Landry pursed his lips with a hint of contempt.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!, daring fellow!" a guardian knight charged viciously.

Landry straightened his chest, "Why, don't you think that little girl is cute? If you do, then allow me to observe a few minutes of silence for your poor aesthetic." ”

The guardian knight stayed there for a moment. For a moment, he couldn't keep up with Landry's out-of-the-box thinking.

"It's a sharp complaint. Lance commented: "But I like it. ”

Several of the Guardian Knights immediately leaned in, frowning and drawing their whips, ready to give the prisoners a few blows.

However, at this moment, a loud order suddenly came from the high platform: "Everyone stay silent!

Lockhart raised his hands in the air, his expression serious. His gaze swept over the audience, sweeping over the guardian knight and the cart of prisoners, and he deliberately restrained his subordinates' behavior with a stern gaze.

The Guardian Knights immediately put away their whips in a sullen manner, and whispered viciously, "Lucky for you, after the purification ceremony, I must give you a good taste of the whip!"

At the stake, a man dressed in white silently raised a torch and slowly walked towards the little girl.

The onlookers couldn't bear to close their eyes, only the fanatical young people shouted excitedly. Their eyes were scarlet, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke into the execution ground.

"Please, don't burn her. She's innocent, she's innocent. ”

"Her Highness the Merciful Goddess will definitely forgive her!"

It was a weeping nun who, while the attention of the Guardian Knights was focused on the new prisoners, suddenly broke through the perimeter and rushed into the execution ground.

"Don't burn my sister...... nun cried. (To be continued......)

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