Chapter 67: The Burning Mountain

That day at dusk.

Fruit Basket Village.

The setting sun slowly sank below the horizon, dyeing the sky a soft orange, and the green fruit tree leaves in the distance swayed gently in the breeze.

It was truly a peaceful scene!

At this time, several soldiers brought a carriage here.

"My lords, may I ask what requirements you have for coming here?"

As the village chief, Luo Bote stood cautiously in front of the soldiers and bowed.

While speaking, he also took a few copper Sol from the tattered pocket of his sheepskin robe and handed them to the leading soldier.

"We are under the orders of the great Lord of Black Wolf Territory to deliver grain."

The soldier refused his money and said with a solemn expression.

After saying this, he and his companions began to move baskets of barley down from the carriage.

Luo Bote: "???"

Delivering grain... He had lived for decades, and this was the first time he had heard of a lord delivering grain to serfs!

"So much grain, is it all for our village?" Luo Bote asked in disbelief.

This grain, if mixed with some bran and nettle seeds to make black bread, would be enough for the whole village to eat for a whole month!

"This is already considered little; for the two villages next to you that are in famine, the Lord waved his hand and sent three whole carriages of grain."

The soldier rolled his eyes and said.

Although he also couldn't understand why the Lord was so generous, the order was absolute.

"By the way, farmer, the Lord announced that at noon tomorrow, all the evildoers captured in the past few days will be executed in Ore Town; you can organize your villagers to go and watch."

After moving all the grain, the soldiers left this sentence, got on the empty carriage, and left in a hurry, leaving only Luo Bote, who was still stunned in place.

"This cannot be the Lord's style; could it be His Highness..." he muttered to himself.

It seems necessary to go and take a look.

Noon the next day.

Ore Town.

The azure sky was like a clear, flawless blue sapphire, the sun hung high in the center, and thousands of rays of sunlight poured down like a waterfall, making people sweat.

However, the townspeople and people who came from various villages and towns in the territory ignored this heat and surged toward the same place like a tide.

In the center of Ore Town, a tall guillotine had been newly built.

Its main body was made of dark oak, with fine patterns carved on the wood, and a heavy blade hung from the top beam, its edge sharpened like a mirror, reflecting a cold, chilling light in the sun.

It looked like its bladesmith had definitely tried his best when grinding it.

More than a hundred shackled evildoers knelt beside the guillotine; they were guarded by a group of soldiers holding long spears and wearing leather armor, and could only look despairingly at the cold blade above their heads.

Directly opposite the guillotine, a high platform had also been built, and Kalen was sitting on the main seat of the high platform.

However, his state at the moment didn't seem very good; sweat was constantly dripping from his forehead.

It wasn't because of the heat, but because...

"Your Highness, are you sure you want to keep standing?" Kalen couldn't help but ask behind him.

Xia Mingyu, wearing the Crown of the Humble, was standing quietly behind him.

This was exactly the reason for Kalen's nervousness; in this world, how could there be a reason for His Highness to stand while the Viscount sat?

"It's fine, lest those people below guess wildly," Xia Mingyu said lightly.

"Start, Kalen."

Xia Mingyu looked at the dense crowd of onlookers below the high platform, noticing that their expressions could already be described as eager.

After all, almost all the evildoers in the territory were here, and the people below had not been oppressed little by them.

Hatred, saying that relying on oneself to resolve it or resolving it with love is all deceptive nonsense; only with the blood of the enemy can the trauma of the soul be washed away.

"Start!" Kalen stood up, roared, and made a hand-chopping gesture downward.

Tap, tap, tap.

The next moment, the soldiers guarding the evildoers moved.

One by one, the shackled evildoers were brought onto the guillotine, and then the first evildoer was pressed under the blade gate.

He was a middle-aged man in his thirties; after starving in the dungeon for several days, his eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets, giving people a cold feeling.

"Moer, Golden Jasmine Brothel, killed seventeen residents, forced thirty-one women into prostitution..."

Old Xiao En stood in front of the guillotine, holding the crime paper and reading out his crimes.

Bang, bang, bang!

Many people in the crowd threw stones at Moer, and soon he was covered in blood and wailing incessantly.

Old Xiao En couldn't be bothered to care; he just buried his head and read the crime paper.

Having done so much evil, being hit by a few stones before death could be considered letting him off easy!

After reading the crimes, the executioners began to pull the winch with difficulty.

Then, clang!

Accompanied by the muffled sound of the guillotine falling and the sound of the cervical spine breaking, a head with eyes wide open in death fell, and rolled all the way to the open ground along the designed slope.

"Great, that devil is finally dead!"

"Woo woo, Sister Mia, you can finally rest in peace."

"Long live the Lord!"

A burst of cheers suddenly erupted in the crowd, and many of the prostitutes who had been liberated from the Golden Jasmine Brothel earlier were crying with joy.

And this was just the beginning.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

From the hot noon until the dusk was like smoke, the guillotine fell again and again tirelessly, each time causing a cheer from the crowd and... a round head.

Although many people in the crowd vomited and fainted, they were soon woken up by their companions to watch this feast again.

Was there anything more satisfying than seeing with one's own eyes the evildoers who oppressed them being beheaded?

Missing it would be a regret for a lifetime.

By the time all the shackled evildoers had their cervical spines broken by the guillotine in fear and panic, a small mountain made of more than a hundred heads had already been piled up on the open ground at the end of the slope.

The heads at the bottom were soaked in a foul-smelling pool of blood, their hair entangled like water weeds.

In the yellowing sky, hundreds of pitch-black crows circled, staring covetously at the "small mountain" below.

There were even bold crows that wanted to pounce over and grab them directly, but they were soon driven away by the soldiers holding long spears nearby.

"Sun, fire, impact magic pattern."

Xia Mingyu stood on the high platform, staring at the landscape while suppressing his nausea, and then blank magic power gathered at his fingertips, and complex magic pattern designs were drawn in the air.

Boom!

With the superposition and overlap of the magic patterns, a ball of fiercely burning fire streaked across the dim yellow sky like a meteor, instantly hitting the bottom of the landscape, leaving a gorgeous trail in the air.

Crackle, crackle!

In an instant, the small mountain piled up with heads was swallowed by the raging fire, and tongues of fire licked every strand of hair, making a crackling sound.

The onlookers watched the torch burning fiercely in a daze; their pupils reflected the flames, and they always felt as if something had been added to their hearts.

Bang, bang.

I don't know who took the lead in kneeling down, but accompanied by the sound of kowtowing, all the onlookers knelt down deeply toward Kalen on the high platform.

"Lord Lord, you are the most benevolent lord; being your subject is my greatest honor, and I will grow grain for you for a lifetime!"

"Woo woo, thank you for the grain you sent; at that time I was so hungry that I had no milk, and my child was dying of hunger; thanks to you, my newborn child was saved."

"Daughter, the kind Lord has avenged you and killed those beasts; you can finally rest in peace in the underworld!"

The wailing and praise of the people... were like a tsunami, almost drowning the entire town.

Kalen looked at this scene in a daze; he had never thought that he would be thanked by so many people; with his eyesight as a Great Knight, he was enough to clearly see the tears and emotion on the faces of these commoners.

Especially the woman holding the baby and crying, the baby in her arms was just the same age as his little Haidun.

So, were these commoners living such a difficult life? He seemed to have never noticed before...

This was originally just a flattering act he did to seek the Highness's promise, but at this moment, Kalen felt a trace of luck...

Fortunately, that baby didn't die.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 68 =====