"Why are you here???"

Luka was like crazy, ignoring the sword on his neck and struggling desperately. Instead, the Earl of France was afraid of hurting Luka, so she pulled the sword back. Luka didn't know where it came from, so she stood up against the serious injury and yelled at the Earl of France. The red knife on the side rushed up and pushed her back to the ground.

"Be honest!" Hongdao cursed, "The consul is kind enough to persuade you! If you move around, even if he doesn't kill you, I will kill you for him!"

"Calm down." The Earl of France said lightly, "You should also know that the situation is hopeless and Paris will return to my hands sooner or later. I like your talents and character, so I promised to forgive the peasants who were fighting with you. If you die here, I have no reason to forgive them. What is the consequence of the rebellion? I don't need to say more."

These words made Luka's body, who was still struggling desperately even by the red knife, lose strength. She collapsed softly to the ground and cried: "It's like this, it's like this... Whether you, the Duke of Aquitaine, or even Giles... Each of you threatens me in this way! You obviously don't want to do it... you obviously don't want to do it long ago."

"Then why do you still do it?" said the Earl of France. "The one who has a personal grudge with you should be the lord who killed your father, not me. And if it were not for personal grudges, I would say it straightforwardly that the Black Death is a plague, not witchcraft, and not brought by me. Do you believe it?"

Luka waved her head in pain: "I already... don't know who is right or wrong."

"I don't know who is right and who is wrong? That just means you are stupid." The Count of Ile-de-France said. "Silly people need to find a teacher to teach, such as me. I will tell you slowly in the future, but now, please hurry up and let your people get out of the way."

Luka lay on the ground, nodding, shook her head, and didn't say anything, as if she was dead.

The Count of Ile de France took a long breath.

"I said, you hate the injustice of my judgment, right? Have you ever thought about it? Since I am here, who is the one who is being tried in the city at this moment?"

Immediately, Luka's eyes widened.

In the city of Paris, the trial was proceeding in an orderly manner, with an accuser listing the crimes of the Count of the Ile de France one by one, and then leaving them to vote. Mary, who had been blocked, could only kneel on the ground and listen silently.

A man hurriedly ran to Giles' ears listening from the audience, and said a few words softly.

Giles's face turned pale: "What? The Bastille's fall? So fast? You're not exaggerating, are you?"

"No! The enemy is chasing behind my butt!" the man said in a voice, "They are coming all the way toward this place, and they will probably arrive soon!"

"Impossible! With Luka's ability, he should be able to gain more time... Even if the Bastille is lost, she will lead people to fight street battles, and the enemy will not be able to rush towards this side directly! Wait..." Gilles's expression became paler than before, "Can Luka... die in battle?"

"That's not." The man said in embarrassment. "I was monitoring from behind and saw Luka... surrendering to the enemy."

"Luka...I thought something was wrong with her since we failed to attack the Bastille that night!"

Gilles stood up from his chair, walked to the platform a few steps, and shouted, "Stop! Stop! The judgment will come here first!"

"What happened?"

The judge and the jury, and everyone in the stands, cast doubtful eyes at Giles.

"The Bastille is lost, and the enemy is rushing towards this side. I want to bring people to support Luka immediately! Don't be tried, and be sentenced immediately!"

"But," the judge looked at Giles with some embarrassment, "the trial process has only been carried out normally, as usual..."

"Is the crime he has been confirmed so far enough to behead him?"

"Enough, but there are still a series of procedures... Procedural justice is very important. If we don't finish these procedures, our judgment will be invalid."

"Don't go through the procedures! I am the one who controls Paris now!" Giles shouted at the judge, "Just as I said, behead him immediately!"

——In this case, isn’t he the same as his most annoying brother?

Mary smiled sarcastically in her heart, but her mouth was blocked and she couldn't speak.

Two soldiers walked up, pressed her body, and sent her to the guillotine.

The executioner took out the cloth strip that blocked her mouth.

"Is there anything else to say before dying?" he asked.

The people in the entire square raised their ears to hear the last words of the unforgivable consul.

The bell rang twelve times with the sound of "dang, dang, dang".

"It's twelve o'clock, what a pity."

She smiled. In front of most of the people in Paris, she said:

"If it was three o'clock in the afternoon, it would be snack time."

Then, her head was put on the guillotine.

A riot suddenly appeared in the square. The crowd at the edge of the square had already discovered that an enemy army was rushing towards this side.

The Count of Ile de France rushed to the front with blood, and used his sword to kill all those who dared to come forward to stop him one after another. The two hundred Antillian swordsmen behind him were like a sharp knife, quickly breaking through the defense line of the execution ground and rushing towards the guillotine.

For a moment, the square was in chaos and the crowds of onlookers fled around!

"Stop!" the Count of Ile-de-France shouted loudly at the platform, "Stop!"

"Brother?" Mary raised her head, tears were already bursting out of her eyes.

"Don't pay attention." Gilles coldly ordered the executioner, "put down the knife."

"I'll let you put the people down!" The Earl of France roared with a hoarse voice, and quickly approached the platform, "Whoever dares to do it, I'll be the first to kill!"

The executioner was frightened. Seeing that something was wrong, Giles pushed the executioner away, took out his sword, and cut off the rope that hung the blade with one sword!

The heavy blade lost the support of the rope and quickly fell towards Mary's neck.

This is a guillotine that was deliberately improved by the Earl of Ile de France. It is almost impossible to get stuck with the blade. It was designed to quickly and neatly deal with the prisoner.

"don't want--!"

The Count of Ile de France suddenly fell to the ground.

——But the blade unexpectedly stuck less than three centimeters above Mary's head and neck.

At the same time, a soldier on the platform suddenly spilled lime from his sleeve, which charmed Giles' eyes, and then kicked Giles under the platform!

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous! Fortunately, I tampered with the guillotine overnight!"

The soldier quickly approached Mary while tearing his face:
Chapter completed!