Chapter 331 Are you here to seize power right after the epidemic?
Before leaving, Baron Hopman watched the execution of Master Slimin.
——This is part of the deal. Baron Hopman confirmed with his own eyes that Slimin was executed, and then Johnny Colin prepared the poison, and asked Baron Hopman to carry it in with his own hands, and watched the Baroness drink it. In this way, both parties
They can all confirm the death of the opponent's personnel, so there is no room for anyone to play tricks.
The execution was carried out in a large courtyard. Master Slimin wore magic-forbidden handcuffs and was escorted to the middle of the courtyard and pushed onto the gallows. There were densely packed black-robed wizards all around. Black Crow Swamp was a member of the jury on duty.
Archmage Grom flew into the air and looked down at the necromancers below:
"Slimin Nairn, a sixth-level magician, belongs to Black Crow Swamp. For personal reasons, he deliberately released a plague curse on animals near the city's water source, polluting the water source and causing a plague epidemic. So far, 1,352 people have been infected.
85 people died, and direct economic losses exceeded 10,000 gold coins.
In accordance with the laws of the kingdom and the Parliament's regulations on the management of magicians, Master Slimin was sentenced to death and will be executed today. All personal property and the wizard's tower were confiscated and handed over to the Parliament as compensation for those damaged by the plague.
——Master Slimin, do you have anything else to say or any other wishes?”
Slimin slowly raised her head. Several days in prison did not make her look any worse: her face could not get any paler anyway. She looked around from left to right at the dead people standing in the yard.
Spiritual mages:
There are her teachers, her former classmates, elders she once looked up to but had no chance to ask for advice, and peers she is not very familiar with and can only be regarded as met. There are also apprentices in her mage tower, huddled in the corner,
My face was confused because my future was interrupted...
Master Slimin looked back at the cell where her sister was, and lowered her gaze. When she turned her head, she suddenly saw Archmage Edgar standing quietly under the stage. She couldn't help being shocked and took a step forward:
"Your Majesty the Archmage, is Master Lin En here?"
"how?"
Archmage Edgar raised his eyes.
Lin En was not called to watch the execution today. There was a news that the infectious disease hospital had just finished its work. Lin En followed Little Grete and almost fell apart from exhaustion. Moreover, Archmage Edgar felt that his disciple was following him.
Beside Gretel, people who are close to Zhu are red, and their conduct is quite reassuring.
So when Lin En couldn't take leave today and said that a friend was coming to visit from afar, Master Edgar just turned a blind eye and let him go.
Looking at it now, it's a good thing she didn't come - God knows what did this woman who would poison a city want to do with Lin En?
His repulsive attitude was visible to the naked eye. Slimin smiled miserably:
"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to him. I just want to ask - can he let me touch his cat-shaped magic pet?"
"What?"
"I just want to touch it..." The female magician looked confused:
"That cat was originally what my mentor wanted to give me... If I had gotten it at that time, I wouldn't have hated him. Maybe, maybe, I wouldn't have done what I did this time... I was going to die soon, so I
I just want to touch it..."
"What's going on?" Commissioner Grom lowered his height, frowned and asked, "Are you robbing him of his things?"
His rank and power were higher than Edgar's. Archmage Edgar could only try to recall this question. However, the incident about a demon pet many years ago was blurred in his memory.
I have a rough impression:
"Lynn was going on a trip at the time, and I asked a friend to help him find a magic pet to protect him. It happened many years ago... At that time, I never heard him mention that others wanted it, right?"
"Your Majesty the Archmage." Master Slimin's mentor struggled to squeeze over. In just five or six days, his hair on the temples had turned white. The old magician bowed deeply in front of Edgar and begged:
"I failed in that adventure and almost didn't come back. I was not qualified to have that magic pet. But this child has been stubborn and she is about to die. For this last wish, I ask you——"
"So what about the last wish?" Archmage Edgar suddenly darkened his face:
"I helped in the infectious disease hospital a few days ago and treated dozens of patients. I remember there was a little girl who kept holding her stomach and crying out for pain. She died before treatment. I was near her at the time and heard her dying.
Before he died, he was still saying, Mom, when I get better, can you take me to the beach to pick up shells——"
"Her wish is not a wish? Her life is not life? Those 85 dead people, their lives are not life? Why is their last wish not fulfilled, and Slimin's wish should be fulfilled by us in every possible way?
Is it someone else's fault that she poisoned, cursed, and killed innocent civilians, or was it because someone else didn't give her a magic pet?!"
"...That's right." Commissioner Grom nodded slowly. He turned to the necromancers in the audience and raised his voice:
"Dear colleagues, spell casters possess powerful power, but this power is not what we use to harm others wantonly. In particular, we necromancers are known for their weird and terrifying powers, and have always been feared and hated by others.
Therefore, in order to make it smoother for us to deal with outsiders after we go out, we must be more self-disciplined than other spell casters. Let you watch the execution of Master Slimin today, just to let everyone see her fate with your own eyes and learn from it.
!
——Execution!”
With an order, someone put a black bag on the female mage's head, put a sling around her neck, and pulled it up. The wooden board under her feet was suddenly pulled away, and a series of struggles were violent and subtle. Finally, the female mage was hanged silently.
On the shelf, it truly turned into a corpse.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes... until he was sure that the breath of life had disappeared, Commissioner Grom raised his palm, and a pale flame spurted out from his palm. In the flames, the body was quickly burned into ashes, and a wisp of breeze was far away.
Swept away far away, dispersed into the waves.
The corpse, flesh and blood, and soul of the Necromancer cannot be made into undead creatures, and cannot be used for a second time. This is the Black Crow Swamp, the last remaining tenderness for the travelers who have committed crimes.
The poisoning incident came to an end. Baron Hopman preserved the reputation of the family. The parliament received a knighthood in its left hand and a part of it in its right hand to compensate Viscount Cadren for its losses - including the complete razing of twelve buildings, and the water company withdrew its permission.
Open business, pay the temple for the treatment of infectious diseases, and accommodate the families of displaced patients...
Even in and out, no loss or profit.
As for the cost of demolishing the building, I respectfully invite the Lord of Thunder to burn the city with flames. After all, little Gretel is also your plasticity type.
The only trouble is that the cash pressure has increased and the council's accountants have lost hundreds of hairs.
Grete's public health system, water supply network, and infectious disease hospital once again solidly enhanced its sense of existence.
However, as good as the trees are in the forest, the wind will destroy them. As soon as the patients in the infectious disease hospital were emptied, there were people wagging their lips in front of various powerful people in the city hall, at the review meeting:
"How can a third-level mage preside over such an important matter?"
"Arresting people all over the street, causing panic in the whole city. What you do is too overbearing!"
"With so many patients dying, it's obvious that the little mage was incompetent!"
"When the accident happened, the entire hospital was in chaos. It all relied on the emergency management department and the city hall to mobilize people to help! Obviously, if the person in charge was capable enough, how could it be like this?"
"If you don't choose someone else to take charge of the hospital, will you let a third-level mage talk to the Archbishop of the God of War Temple and the Grand Priest of the Spring Water Temple on an equal footing the next time something happens?"
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