Chapter 2310 auto da fé

The sun was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes, and it took her a while to get used to it.

At this time, she was sitting on the edge of a sunken square. There was a square pit in the middle. There was some firewood in the pit. There was a wooden stake on the pile of firewood. Many people threw it into it when they passed by the pit.

A piece of firewood.

There are "audience seats" around the sunken square, and you can clearly see the class they belong to. There are no awnings or seats on the civilian side. They gather in a noisy manner. Some people climb over the railings and sit

Above, there are also "middle class" seats, which have wooden seats but no awnings. The most luxurious one is the "rostrum", which not only has seats but also awnings made of silk, which belongs to the nobility.

seats, but none of them showed up.

With a sound of trumpets, she looked over, and a group of gorgeously dressed knights appeared, followed by a donkey, and an unkempt woman riding on it. She wore a cloak made of yellow cloth that hung down to her knees.

There may be patterns on it, but they are blocked by vegetables and eggs. There are still people chasing her and constantly throwing things at her. Those knights are not so much protecting her as watching the fun. As long as the pursuers don't try to kill her.

If she takes off the donkey, they will leave her alone.

After a while, they stopped at the entrance of the Sunken Square. Two priests helped the woman riding a donkey down. Then there was another sound of trumpets, and nobles in festive costumes appeared in front of them.

On the seat.

Their positions ranged from high to low, with the magistrate sitting at the highest position, and the nobles sitting lower. After they sat down, the two priests responsible for caring for the prisoner during the execution carried the prisoner up the steps, and then talked with the man with both hands.

What did the tied-up woman say?

"Bah!" The woman spat on one of the priests, and then laughed. She laughed and the others laughed too, as if they had seen a wonderful show.

"What did you see?" one person asked her.

Georgiana looked at the stranger.

"What did you see?" he repeated.

Georgiana turned her attention to the scene of the burning. The priest may have felt that she was stubborn, so he walked up to the crowd and said to the people around her, "She left herself to the devil, and the devil is standing beside her, ready to receive her soul."

, as soon as this soul leaves the body, throw it and the devil into the fire of hell."

"He's wrong." Georgiana said coldly, "It should be the fire of sin, and her soul and body will be purified."

"Anything else?"

After the priest finished speaking, they walked down the steps, and the executioner, whose head was covered with black cloth, stepped onto the stage. He showed the chain in his hand to everyone.

The crowd cheered and they all shouted "Burn the witch!"

Charles Dickens once wrote: People sang songs in unison, and at dawn all kinds of thieves, prostitutes, hooligans, and vagrants swarmed in, showing rudeness and filth in their words and deeds. Some quarreled, some fainted, some whistled,

Some people told cruel jokes, and when the unconscious woman, disheveled, was taken out of the crowd by the police, it caused malicious excitement and commotion, adding to the national entertainment.

At three o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining high, coating thousands of raised faces with gold. Each face was either smiling mercilessly or expressionless, and they were all too hateful to describe. And the horrific scene around them was all caused by those two miserable people.

When they were trembling and suspended in the air, there was no more emotion, no more compassion, no more lucidity in this world to realize that these two immortal souls were facing judgment, and no more restraint.

Curb back the previous filthy words and deeds, as if human beings have no faith and will perish like wild beasts.

This record is of a hanging. Although it is ridiculous, it brings people together just like weddings and funerals. After a series of careful planning, it becomes a legalized "festival celebration" that is not interesting at all.

The role of warning and deterrence.

Here, it is the death rather than the funeral that is ritualized, which would not have had the effect of being carried out secretly in a prison cell - the public support of the people.

"I found the key to the problem." She whispered.

"What is it?" asked the stranger.

"No one cares about James's feelings, and of course no one cares about my feelings."

There would be no dying cries at the beginning. The execution would start with a slow fire, and then the fire would get bigger and bigger until the flames ignited her clothes. Before that, she still had the strength to scream and curse.

Sometimes, in order to avoid leaking secrets, things are stuffed in their mouths so that the curses cannot be heard.

Not this time. The woman cursed at first, and then started singing, as if to resist the fear of death. The smoke was billowing, and a gust of wind blew the smoke towards her. She began to cough continuously, and soon there was no sound.

Already.

The biggest difference between dying in a fire and burning a body after death is the respiratory tract. There will be a lot of soot in the mouth.

However, this requires an autopsy to know.

After a while, the wind changed its direction again, revealing the woman tied by chains on the torture rack. She seemed to have fainted.

The yellow robe she wore was blackened by the smoke, but the letters painted on it could still be seen:

Misericordia et justitia.

Compassionate justice.

Just as she was in a trance, the surrounding landscape changed.

The sunlight disappeared, replaced by darkness, and the square turned into a typical Parisian alley, where a decent man was assassinated by a destitute-looking man.

The assassin escaped, and the murdered man was lying in a pool of blood. People not far away were gathering wine glasses and shouting that the king's head would be chopped off tomorrow.

If she were a normal woman, she would scream at this time to attract the people around her.

Therefore, there must be something wrong with her, as she actually walked up to the dying man and squatted down.

The man looked at her in despair.

"Help……"

"Why did that person want to kill you?" she asked.

"Because... I voted," the man said, "for killing the king."

Then she looked into his eyes until the light of life disappeared from his eyes. Such a person will not be saved.

Harry Potter just watched as the light in Severus's eyes disappeared, leaving no one who wanted to save him any chance.

One of the rules for using the Time-Turner is that it cannot be seen. Hermione used it to take many classes, and of course she was seen by many people. She was not wearing an invisibility cloak.

"Cannot be seen" refers to the parties involved, such as his past self, and the people related to the "story". If Harry knew that Severus had been rescued and was still alive, it would be a different story.

Death also has the function of "washing away sins". The sins the sinner has committed in the past are redeemed with his life. However, if the sin he committed cannot be forgiven even if he pays for it with his life, people will insult his body and curse his soul to hell.

.

But just cutting it into pieces was too wasteful. She thought of Immorton and his followers who were mummified alive. The Egyptians liked to paint murals. They would depict the crimes for which they were tortured on the walls.

What?

Like assassinating the pharaoh.

She slowly opened her eyes. It must have been dark yet, so she lit candles in her room, and the candlelight coated the room with a layer of gold.

She looked at the person lying beside her, who was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"When did you come?"

"Just now, I came to see what you were doing."

"What else can I do besides sleep?"

He smiled.

"Do you know why I don't go to St. Lumuty's Church with you?"

"You are very busy."

"Why don't you go to the bell tower?"

"I can't let an 80-year-old man climb such a high building twice wearing such a heavy dress."

"He doesn't need to crawl with me."

"I don't think he would want that kind of preferential treatment," Georgiana said. "The Archbishop is quite stubborn."

"So, they guessed my whereabouts and set up an ambush in the church. This is why I don't act with you."

"Wow." She exclaimed.

"What?"

"You are so smart." She sat up halfway and looked at his forehead, thinking that Athena might pop out of it.

"Aren't you angry?" he asked.

"What are you so angry about?" she asked.

"You said before that you were so angry."

"That's another reason." She said calmly, "It has nothing to do with this."

"Can you explain it to me?" Bonaparte asked.

She didn't want to say it.

"Why are you asking about Charles V and Margaret of Austria?" asked Bonaparte.

"I think she's playing a prank on me. She's not like Marie Antoinette."

He looked at her confused.

"Leave these problems to me and you can just focus on national affairs."

"Would you like to get up now?"

She pouted, and finally lifted the quilt and stood up. It seemed that even if no one with a torch rushed in tonight, she would not be able to sleep until dawn.
Chapter completed!