The rough twine rope grinded out blood on the flesh, but what made the country lords even more uncomfortable was that the rope around their necks was still shrinking, their bloodshot eyes were sticking out, their tongues sticking out of their mouths, and blood and foam were mixed and flowed out of their mouths.

Standing behind the Squire were grim-looking Ser soldiers, who could clearly hear the sound of their flesh being squeezed as they slowly turned the baton between the noose.

It's like the 'rolling' sound of a rusty wheel shaft turning, and each sound goes straight down the flesh and blood into the head, and it is unusually loud.

Hughes only glanced at it for a few moments, and felt like he wanted to gag, but he turned his head away to meet the gaze of Rikita, and those eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the meaning contained was playful.

"Can't stand it? We've had a lot more fun in the academy than this. She said in a light tone, "Didn't you just shoot those griffons with a good time?"

"Well, I can't stand it......" Hughes sighed with a dejected face: "Killing chickens in public is completely different from fighting tigers, this kind of performance is too barbaric......"

"Huh?!I think I lack grace...... Think we should give these people a decent ending? It's a shame we can't. Rekita smiled sarcastically, "Sean is so much calmer than you." ”

"Huh?" Hughes glanced at Penny not far away, the mage standing with his hands in his hands, staring at the people who were dying, his expression unchanged like cold iron, and his gaze was like a pond on a sunny day.

"He's only going to be more disgusting than you are right now. Rekita said.

Hughes groaned, nodded, and made contact with each other for a while, each other's surnames were already somewhat understood, he thought of this, and looked at Penny for a while, his expression still did not change, and he lowered his head and sighed.

"One thing he's better than you is that as long as he thinks he should do something, no matter how unwilling he is, he will do it in the end. The corners of Ligeta's mouth curled into a smile and she said slowly, "I hope you can learn from him." ”

"I'll talk about that later. Hughes shook his head noncommittally and quietly walked away.

After all, he still couldn't calmly appreciate such a scene.

"It's boring. Lannielou Ferrandlin crossed her arms, leaned on a small tree, and watched the execution in the field, her eyes were full of excitement, but she was also a little dissatisfied, she looked at Penny with a calm expression: "I said, such a crime in China is to break limbs tied to the wheels and hang them to death in the sun, this kind of low-level strangulation is too cheap for them." ”

“...... Attempts to establish authority, excessively brutal demonstrations can only backfire. Penny was silent for a moment, glancing at the group of terrified onlookers, and said, "Just click on it." ”

"Oh ......" Lanni nodded with a smile on her lips, but her heart became vigilant:

"I thought it was a weak and incompetent person, but I didn't expect it to be a hypocritical guy. ”

Hypocrisy?

Perhaps.

Although he didn't know what Lannie Lou was thinking, Penny was already thinking about it.

Being able to make the decision to carry out this execution himself, his style of conduct seems to be constantly approaching like a real red-robed mage.

When he made this decision, he didn't feel too much discomfort in his heart, and it was this that made him feel stunned.

If it was him in a previous life, would he do such a thing?

The mage's gaze was blank for a moment.

Maybe it all took it for granted, and his surroundings made him naturally like this.

Class positions determine how things behave, and now Penny has experienced the power of this phrase.

Since coming into this world, the things he once had have become less and less, and the part he left behind has gradually deteriorated.

He sighed, feeling uncomfortable.

The pupils are also constricting with the noose.

The chaotic thoughts kept rising and falling, and so on, his heart was overturned under his calm expression, and some thoughts were about to come out, but they were suppressed, and when he continued to think, he touched a fog.

The noose was plunged deep into the neck of a gentry, whose eyes 'fluttered' out of their sockets, his tongue hung long out of his mouth, and his whole head drooped at an exaggerated angle, from which his cervical vertebrae had been severed.

There was a whispered exclamation of surprise from the townspeople, and they fell into a deeper silence, as if their breath was being held by the loss of this life.

Not so long ago, they were the rulers of the town.

Now they are killed like chickens and ducks simply and cruelly!

There was no wanton blood, and this relatively simple method of execution created a cold and oppressive atmosphere, heralding the upheaval of the town.

A soldier laid down a long wooden post, and the fresh corpse was tied to the wooden pillar by the soldiers, and as the wooden pillar was erected, a group of townsfolk saw the corpse of the griffin as a background, and then looked at the hideous gentry, and their hearts trembled.

Penny's gaze gradually converged, as if he had figured out something.

Lannie raised her eyebrows, she had been paying attention to this hypocritical creature ever since the thought had risen, and she had been observing it so carefully that she didn't even let go of her eyes.

She wants to steal the wolf's mouth, of course, she must first find out the enemy's intelligence.

But she still hasn't figured out the surname of the red robe.

"People have to take responsibility for the choices they make. She was observing, when she heard Penny utter something like this out of nowhere.

She was stunned, and before she could think of what to say, when she saw Penny's face become calm like an ancient well again, her mood became serious and at the same time she realized: this is a little awkward, but calm enough to be sensible and calm.

She came to her final conclusions, and then she started to have a headache.

This type of person will undoubtedly be difficult to deal with if it is an enemy.

But I'm sure I'll get my hands on Baby Hiccol.

She remembered the youthful and youthful body under the priest's robe, and her heart gradually became hot, looking at Penny's back, her eyes were filled with fighting **.

The strangulation continues.

"You're not going to get away with it!" rangator suddenly struggled vigorously, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat so hoarse that he couldn't reach five yards away, "This place belongs to us! it belongs to us! forever!" uh ......"

There was a stirring among the townspeople, as if in response to the former ruler's last majesty.

The old squire's mouth was wide open, his eyes were blood-red, and he seemed to be laughing maniacally.

The executing soldier quickened and twisted the short stick inserted into the rope.

Click!

The old squire's struggle came to an abrupt end with a crisp sound.

The agitation of the crowd subsided, and Penny waved his hand, ending the show that was not bloody, but dark.

"This is the land of Serre, it was, it is, and it will be in the future. ”

The tone of this opening sentence is flat, as if it is a narration, but in this background, it is like reading before the black curtain, and the style is still a little dark.

Against the backdrop of blood red, like the solitude of a ghost, like the whisper of a ghost, the cool air invaded the gathered townspeople, and the sound made them unable to resist:

"Anyone who wants to divide the territory of the country must have the consciousness to face the wrath of Serre, many of the forerunners have already paid the price, well, I think you have seen quite a few. ”

The fresh corpses had just been erected by the soldiers.

"Actually, we don't really want that to happen. Penny paused and raised his head, "Because the struggle is bloody, and that is not good for us or for you, and I wonder if you will get enough out of obeying those bandits?"

The townspeople were silent.

Although there are many local bandits in Helen, but many more bandits come from all directions, and for them, Helen Town is a base for collecting taxes, a manor for growing grain and fishing.

Under the collusion of the bandits and gentry, the townspeople did not benefit much, but were oppressed as well.

"Look, you didn't get much out of your past against us. ”

Penny's voice drifted into the ears of the townspeople, "Is it worthy of the blood you have shed for four hundred years against Serre? ”

"I'm sorry! I have a question!" Suddenly, a sturdy boy of fifteen or sixteen years old broke free from the pull of his relatives and friends next to him and rushed out: "But will the result of your rule here be better than theirs?"

Several swords rested on the neck of the reckless young man, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Under the mage's gaze, the boy's expression turned red from impulsiveness at first, to apprehension and a faint fear, but he still looked directly into Penny's eyes.

The townsfolk waited intently for an answer, and that was the same question they wanted to ask.

However, for most of the day, it was already clear to them that the rule of these red robes was something they could not refuse for the time being.

The bloody corpses of men and griffons proclaimed this fact to them.

"Good. Penny clapped his hands, and several Searle soldiers held up a sign and placed it in the middle of the crowd: "I believe that among you, there must be someone who can read the lingua franca, this is the new decree we are going to implement in Helen, you can read it." ”

The townsfolk gathered around the sign and whispered to each other that the decrees were not lenient, in fact - Searle's exploitation of the land was very harsh, and even more so at the level of the enforcer, but Penny had only set up such a thing according to Searle's decree.

Although it is not lax, it will not force people into rebellion if it is implemented in accordance with the above regulations.

The townsfolk watched for a short time, and suddenly they thought of something, and their eyes were focused on Penny again.

They also have a question that they hope the leader will give them an answer.

"I can't guarantee that my colleagues and subordinates will be able to strictly adhere to these rules. Penny knew what the townsfolk were thinking: "But we won't deliberately break the rules, the choice is up to you whether you want to accept the new order, but you should know that everyone is responsible for the choices they make!"

With that, Penny waved his hand, and several soldiers let go of the nervous boy, and Penny smiled, and with this smile, a group of townspeople who were staring at him intently suddenly felt that the solemn air seemed to be a little more active:

"One last thing, our college is about to start recruiting students in the near future, and I hope you can send your school-age children to us, and if they are good enough, they may be able to become one of us. ”

If you want to completely subjugate this town, this is the most important assimilation step.

If their children had the opportunity to become rulers in the system, would they still find ways to rebel?

"My lord, we are willing to submit to your rule. After a moment of silence, a middle-aged townsman came out of the crowd, he fell on one knee, and the townsfolk knelt down, and they fell to the ground, but they all cried: "But our child was just sent up the mountain by Langator the day before yesterday!"

"What!!" Penny's pupils contracted violently, and he turned his head to look at the equally surprised Rikita next to her.

"Don't blame people, you know what happened to us two days ago. Rekita shook her head helplessly.

Penny took two deep breaths to calm his mind.

Two days ago, they couldn't have gotten information from the town - because everyone was busy, their staff was already tight, and the townspeople were very distant.

Salento, the only one who was able to deliver the message, was not there.

He didn't expect Langator to cut off the possible surnames of the townsfolk to the red-robed mages from the roots in this way.

This matter can't be solved, and they don't want to put down roots here.

"Immediately torture the bandits who have been caught, they must know something, and try to find out as much as possible the location of the bandits' den. Penny looked at the hanging old man's corpse with a gloomy expression and ordered.

"Okay. Rikita glanced around the desolate townsfolk and pulled out her notebook to take notes.

The black knight, who had watched all this quietly, smiled.

(To be continued)