"Now! I declare that the Earl of Carnation Cain Azibert and his son Bernard Azibert are guilty of conspiracy, private hoarding of weapons, murder, committing terrorism and **, and anti-imperial crimes.
, punished for multiple crimes, and be sentenced to death, and be executed immediately!"
"And the wife of the Earl of Dianthus Nora Jung, daughter Jenna Azibert, nephew Ponnos Azibert and others and 137 servants, knowing that Kane Azibert privately stockpiled weapons but did not
He informed the public security office that he was guilty of sheltering and was sentenced to 1 to 3 years of hard labor. Nianna Azibert is pregnant and has a reprieve of 2 years!"
"The above judgment decision is the final decision, witnessed under the common glory of the gods and His Majesty the Emperor, and asked Feldnan, Duke of Silver Rose, to confirm the implementation!"
On the platform, a strange dressmaker who had never seen Azibert before, who claimed to be the official of the Supreme Court of the South Ridge, read aloud inexplicable words.
Then the ** official walked down from the trial table and brought the judgment to Duke Feldnan on the jury chairman. The duke raised his hand and rubbed his temples, hesitated a little, and then signed his own.
name.
Until she was pushed out of the court by the sheriff and brought to the guillotine, Earl Azibert was still a little like a dream. Looking up, the wide trial hall was filled with crowds, and the auditorium was filled with families of victims and ordinary citizens.
The ragged clothes live in a mixed manner with the luxurious clothes, and it reminds Azibert that everyone is equal before the death of Azibert.
Seeing that there were aristocrats who were acquaintances, Azibert's lips squirmed and wanted to defend himself again. He didn't know the sword of revenge and didn't know anything Kaos at all, but it was useless, it was really useless-
—The evidence presented by the public security almost made him feel that he had really had an affair with Kaos, and in order to murder Duke Feldnan, he was so crazy that he ignored the safety of other nobles.
Looking back at his back, Bernard, who was following him, was crying so much that he could not breathe. He was dominated by the fear of death and was almost taken out of court by the sheriff.
Azibert wanted to scold the useless thing like this, but when he realized it, he found that he was also soft and the sheriff had set it out of the trial hall.
"It's out! It's out!" The entire trial process of the Azibert rebellion case was accompanied by people standing at the door and explaining to those who were waiting for the results outside. So when Azibert was pushed out, only
Seeing the dark heads, I slowly made way for a road.
Everyone was staring at him, but under the pressure of the sheriff who was responsible for maintaining order, only a low voice of insult came.
"brute!"
"The Devil Killer!"
"I deserve it!"
Being pushed into the prison car and headed to the execution ground. Amid the insults of tens of thousands of people mixed with fear and excitement, Azibert and Bernard cried, cursed, urinated, and were pushed on to the head by the executioner.
The table was put on a black hood and noose, and then it was pushed into the hanging pit, struggling alone for a few times, then shaking and losing breathing.
Ivan Ian did not see this scene, but the noise from the crowded Paris Square could be heard even in the bedroom of the Duke's Mansion.
"It's so harsh..." murmured, Yiwen Ian stood up and walked to the window and closed the window.
According to his original intention, White Rose City should have set up a special execution ground for execution, rather than putting the place where the criminals were executed so savagely and bloodyly in the center of the square in the center of the city.
However, several other noble consuls, including Feldnan, insisted on disagreeing. In the eyes of these old-style imperial nobles, the significance of the death penalty is to serve as a warning to others, in order to make the leaders feel the offense to the greatest extent possible.
The legal consequences are terrible, so the death penalty must be placed in the most lively and prosperous city center.
Yiwen Ian later thought calmly and figured it out - after all, this is an era of lack of media.
"It seems that the newspaper is going to hurry up..." He muttered to himself softly, then turned around and looked at Arret behind him.
The reason why Yiwen Ian did not publish a newspaper before was because the number of people who read literacy among the common people was pitiful. If even schools and literacy rates were not popular, then there was no point in talking about the influence of the media.
"I once thought that the 'New Moon' would lose, but I never thought that the 'New Moon' would lose so badly and thoroughly."
Arret looked at the empty room with some melancholy. Before, there were still wounded nobles, but at this time, he was only him, Yiwen Ian and a servant-the other former residents were not already
He was sent to the guillotine, but he was detained and imprisoned, waiting for trial.
Among the people familiar to Arret, only Marquis of Haidou, Zhu Enshang, who was still lying next door, was unconscious. The old marquis, who had high-level warriors, was planted by immortality in order to protect his old friend Azibert during the attack.
The swordsman blinded his eyes, and later he was knocked off the viewing platform by an explosion, injured his cervical spine, and remained unconscious until now, and has not yet recovered his mind.
The retired old Marquis of the military was honest and honest. Although he had always disliked Yiwen Ian because of the problems of Citibank, he did not participate in these dirty things among the nobles of Nanling - in fact, Erite even suspected that the old
Does the Marquis really know that the organization "Crescent Moon" exists?
The thoughts left the old marquis, and Arret looked at Yiwen Ian with a complicated look: "I guessed the result, but I didn't guess the process. I originally thought it would be a more fair and...a gentleman's head-on decision.
...and not like this..."
"'Despicable'?" Yiwen Ian sat down beside Eret's bed, hanging his right hand around his neck.
Because of the slash that cut the Night Clan Assassin, Yiwen Ian paid the price of dislocating his right elbow with his right hand and his neck was wrapped with bandages. Shortly after the spell failed, he lost most of his ability to speak.
, and even at this moment, he still spoke a little unfairly.
"'Despicable'... You can't say that... It's just that, the entire Nanling is in turmoil... There will probably be many people who will die..." The title left by the dead nobles is not yet mature.
In the struggle between the heirs and their supporters, the Nanling nobles will fall into a series of internal frictions and cannot escape... and this... is what Yiwen Ian wants? Erite can't guess it.
However, it was precisely because I couldn't guess thoroughly that Arret came to Nanling with a willingness to pursue Yiwen Ian's figure and ask about the confusion and confusion in his heart.
"I didn't expect you, a guy who claims to be a weapon merchant, would say such things." Yiwen Ian said in a little surprised.
Arret subconsciously grabbed his head and laughed out loud: "Haha...my father often said that I was so old, and my surname was so old, and I was like a child..."
After saying that, I wondered if it had touched the wound in my lungs, Ariet lowered his head, coughed twice, and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm into the spittoon next to the head of the bed.
After vomiting, Arret gasped gently, leaned back on his sick head, turned his head to look at Yiwen Ian: "I am a person... I always forget to consider the consequences of things that I am interested in.
Then, until the consequences are in front of you, you start to consider a solution. So this reason often makes people around you feel headaches... This time, Flanriel... and my father and others... His Majesty the Emperor
…”
"But even if you say that, I can't let you go." Yiwen Ian's voice was quiet, "After all, I can't confirm whether your previous behavior was really true, or was it just a trick of bitterness."
"Bitty plan?" Arret was a little confused. After Yiwen Ian explained to him a little, he suddenly realized, "Ahhh, that's right... indeed..."
"Then... what are you going to do?" As he coughed and chuckled, Eret smiled, he looked at Yiwen again with curiosity and inquiry, "You are going to kill Flanriel, then
Will I be under house arrest for the rest of my life? This cannot be hidden from the Emperor."
"Life? It doesn't take that long." Yiwen Ian looked at the time, then stood up, "It's only half a month to be enough-"
"I will end everything in this half month."
"And in the past half month, you will recover from the Duke's Mansion. At that time, no matter what kind of thought you have, I will let you go."
Standing at the door of Eofetala, just as the moment Yiwen Ian stepped out of the room, Eret suddenly shouted behind him-
"You haven't told me the answer yet."
Yiwen Ian leaned his body: "What's the answer?"
"Why do you do these things that harm others and yourself?" Arret gasped gently, "Go to help those civilians?"
"Because in my opinion, they are also humans." Yiwen Ian replied faintly.
"They have no relationship with you, no status, they will only rely on you and your family. Even so, do you have to choose that side?" Erite kept chasing, "Are you really just a simple person
Out of kindness and sympathy, for the mere three years of experience of living in a slum in my childhood, did I give up my power and status that was already within my reach and fight against all the nobles of the entire empire?!"
"Where... see what you said." Yiwen Ian suddenly smiled, enduring the discomfort in his throat, and he pondered the words, "I am not that great--or, I am far more than you know
Everyone must be selfish.”
"I just want to leave a name in history. As for my bloodline and children and grandchildren after my death... Then even if the sea of blood is overwhelming, they have to fight for their own lives."
"As for the starting point and purpose..." Yiwen Ian owed his body lightly, "Drunk Meng Si'an, if a person's ideals really only need material wealth to be exhausted, then his essence
The emperor is just an ordinary person who is enough to eat and drink."
"So--"
In Arret's thoughtful gaze, Yiwen Ian turned and left.