Duke of Grief

A ‘noble’ corpse was lifted high, and the rope tied around his neck turned the corpse’s face into purple, and urine dripped and dripped along the stretched legs...

The people present were stunned, the civilians were stunned, the nobles were dumbfounded, and their hearts thumped and thumped.

It seemed that an invisible hand pinched their necks, making them breathless.

After a lapse of hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years, another "noble" body was born in this execution ground, and civilians and nobles stood together again, watching the fair and open execution process.

But no one has a little bit of joy in their hearts, they are filled with panic and fear, they can't hold anything!

"Woo! Woo! Woo—"

Another noble man was put on the gallows, and his eyes burst into tears, but his mouth was already covered with a strip of cloth, and his tongue kept on the strip of tape tied around his mouth, but besides wailing, he I can't say any more words with an elegant tone.

The nobleman's legs were trembling straight, but they were pushed and dragged forward by two iron-hearted soldiers behind him, and finally came under the gallows.

The tip of his nose smelled the smell of excrement left by the last "noble man" under the gallows. The nobleman Huo Ran kneeled on his knees. The two soldiers standing behind him couldn't even stop it. The direction of the Third World knocked his head.

His head fell on the pile of dirt, but he didn't care.

He wants to live! He is going to live! He must live!

"Woo! Woo! Woo!!!"

Someone couldn't help but turned his head away, while Caesar XIII's eyes kept staring at the gallows.

——That is the penalty for the unjust!

As an aristocrat, he used his prestige as a blessing in his own territory and robbed others of his property. For this reason, when he spared his life, did he ever imagine that he would have such a day? When he did those acts that were no different from robbery, did he ever imagine that he would face such punishment?

Under the high platform where the gallows were placed, only a few scruffy people burst into hope and hope after seeing the nobility being pushed up.

When he saw him kneeling and begging Caesar XIII for mercy, his worried eyes couldn't help but bet backwards.

Seeing that their emperor was indifferent and their mouths closed, they couldn't help laughing anymore, grinning, and laughing silently.

After waiting for the nobleman to be pulled up by the two soldiers and strangled by the rope, they opened their mouths even more and shouted with hoarse voice: "Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!!!"

The sudden burst of applause frightened many people, and even the two soldiers who operated the gallows were stunned for a moment.

They looked down slightly and easily found the guys standing in the crowd who couldn't stop waving their arms. They were all in ragged clothes, some were unkempt, and some couldn't even speak a word, just Zhang. Shouted, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Those people were already in tears, and the hot tears slipped from the black face of the black paint, choked with sobs.

The two soldiers glanced at each other, and the two pulled the rope tightly in their hands. The noble's body rose into the air, their feet kicked in the air, and the body swayed in the air.

They tied the rope aside, and after ensuring that the rope would not be loosened by the victim's struggle, they walked down the platform.

While tying the ropes, they also heard violent cheers from the stage, just like when the nobleman was hanged just now-everyone was shocked, but a few people cheered.

The execution continued from the morning to the evening. All the nobles who should be punished have not been sentenced, but it was too late. Today's penalty should be over.

From shock to fear, from fear to numbness, this is the psychological course of all the nobles who watched the penalty today.

The great fear still occupied their hearts, but they would no longer be shocked by the nobility being pushed on the gallows... no longer.

Before the executioner announced the end of today's sentence, all the civilians were cheering, and every noble was pushed on the gallows is worth cheering for them, not just their enemies...

Listening to those cheers, the nobles only felt cold all over, clearly on the hot summer days like the hot sun, but they felt the cold from another bone spread all over the body.

This ice cold made them stagnant, daring not to scold the cheering mud legs around them, those brave and pariahs.

Because they all knew that Caesar XIII, their emperor was watching them-just as they were watching those who were tortured.

If it were not for their correct choice, now they are likely to have appeared on the gallows instead of standing here.

This was the only thing that made them feel lucky. They made the most correct choice in their life while standing in that team.

Even if they may lose some power, it is better than losing their lives!

Those nobles who stood on the gallows were deprived of the title and continued power by the emperor and the nobles on the grounds of ‘not only failing to fulfill their obligations, but also wantonly plundering the property of the ruled people’.

The renewed "Imperial Code" stone monument stands quietly on the side, watching the execution from morning till night, as if it were nearly a thousand years ago, watching the changes of events.

Caesar XIII, who was tired, closed his eyes. The sun was bloody, the **** sun shining on his face, and the shadow slowly climbed up to his body, making him a bit more terrible.

However, it was this emperor who presided over justice for them, deliberately brought them from a distant land with a kind of "booming" steel monster, and hung their nobles who humiliated them in front of them. .

boom!

A civilian first knelt on the ground, facing the emperor, and tears could no longer help him out.

He smashed his head heavily on the ground and cried again.

However, this is just the beginning--

When Caesar XIII heard the movement, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the civilians were kneeling down one after another, as if he had smashed their heads on the ground, and showed him that he was only grateful. means.

The emperor looked at this scene, his pupils shrunk, his mouth twitched, and finally the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

His hands clasped the armrests, but the surface did not show much emotion.

My heart is filled with emotion, but on the surface, it cannot express any emotion.

As an emperor, he must do this...must!

"Get up!" Caesar XIII said lightly.

Although the civilians stopped kowtowing, they still couldn't afford to kneel.

Their heads drooped, their foreheads cracked, blood gushed out, and they slipped from their faces with hot tears.

Seeing their miserable situation, the emperor sighed and whispered to the people behind him: "Let someone go to help them~www.NovelMTL.com~ Then, he left this with a very complicated emotion execution ground.

He knew that if he hadn’t left, those civilians would have been kneeling there for them-they already regarded him as their ‘god’!

"This is not a good thing..." Sitting in the carriage, Caesar XIII's eyes closed, admonishing himself in such a low voice.

He cannot be complacent, because the change of the empire is far from over.

And the gratitude of those civilians will make him have these emotions, so he can not ignore it!

Sitting in the carriage, the carriage slowly drove towards Yongdi Palace.

The emperor in the carriage finally couldn't help but sigh...

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