Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 146

2021-01-23

Chapter 146 Horror Theater

Rarely lively in the town, normally deserted two main roads Bustling now.

One after another farm trucks parked on the side of the road, and the dirt road was crowded with small stalls.

The second Monday of every month in Wolf Town is the market day in Wolf Town. Not only the villagers from the surrounding villages will come here, but even the Protestants who have little contact with the old believers will also show up.

That's why 2nd Lieutenant Winters ·Montagne put the trial, execution and lottery together today.

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This frontier town shows her vibrant side today.

Travelers from several nearby towns came to the market one after another, and farmers in this town also brought their surplus agricultural and sideline products to the market for sale.

The honest farmer just spreads a piece of cloth on the ground, puts the fruits and vegetables picked from the field on it, and the others ask the price.

And the smart farmer is already letting his beautiful daughter sell eggs along the street with a willow basket on her back.

Cries, haggling, and quarrels abound.

Because there is a public trial and execution of bandits—this is an incredible thing for farmers, and it may still be worth talking about twenty years later.

So even farmers from neighboring towns brought their families to watch the fun, and the juggling troupe that was touring nearby also saw the opportunity to come to perform.

Everyone was scrambling to get a good spot. The atmosphere in the town center didn't have the solemnity of trials, executions, and electoral soldiers, but it was like a grand celebration.

The newly formed Wolf Town Guard is patrolling the streets and maintaining order. The seven guards wear armor and carry long halberd on their shoulders, looking majestic.

The guards' weapons and armor have just been bought from Gervodin - Winters and Girard added some equipment to the town arsenal by the way.

It is rare to go to the county seat, and it must be done at one time.

The Wolf Town Guard now consists of seven men, two full-time guards, two half-eldest, Anglo and Bell, and five part-time guards, militiamen selected by Winters from various villages.

Although he is not a professional soldier, the peasant boy wearing a shiny iron helmet and new leather armor is equally heroic.

It attracted the eyes and whispers of many big girls and little daughters-in-law, and also made their friends in the same village very envious.

A Dussak young man wrapped his arms around Vashka's neck and laughed and said, "Yes! You will look good after wearing this."

Look In Sergey's favor, the guards in the village of Dusa were given to Vashka Morozov.

"Don't make trouble, I'm on duty." Wasika replied with a smile.

Dussack looked up and down: "You bought this set from Gervodin?"

"Of course, it's brand new, and it hasn't even peeled off the paint. "

"When the day is over, lend me to wear it too."

"Don't take it home, I have to return it to the arsenal after my duty."

"Hey, what's this, take it back secretly."

A silver-grey horse separated the crowd and passed by the two of them. Wasika, who was chatting, caught a glimpse of the silver stripes on the horse's belly and shivered instantly.

Since the team returned from Gervodin, no one in Langtun has been unaware of the "strong luck" of Lieutenant Montagne.

Washka quickly stood up and saluted.

The second lieutenant on horseback nodded and continued to move towards the front.

"Ai, you've hurt me badly." Wasika said to her companion with a sad face.

"What's the matter?" The other party was puzzled.

"Forget it." Vashka urged his companions to walk quickly: "Let's go back and talk about it."

...

After patrolling around the town center, Winters didn't find it. Something is wrong.

On the side of the road on the edge of town, he saw Gillard arguing with a strange young man.

Seeing Winters, Girard waved happily: "Lieutenant Montagne!"

Winters squeezed his horse's rib lightly and stepped forward quickly.

"This is the town's mayor, Lieutenant Montagne." Girard said to the young man, "You must have his approval for the business you want to make."

"Good day! Your Excellency!" Before the second lieutenant could speak, the young man said first: "Although my business is often treated unfairly and discriminated against, it is absolutely reasonable and legal. Please see, this is a charter issued by the county stationed in the colony. "

The young man handed over a roll of parchment.

Having read the content on the paper, Winters looked towards the man behind:

Several large tents were erected on the side of the road, and a sick old woman was sitting on the side to collect money . Men in ragged clothes waited in line to get in, and then came out with their pants up.

"You're the one who pimps?" Winters asked, leaning on the saber.

"My lord, please don't say it so badly." The pimp had a flattering smile on his face: "I'm just an intermediary, connecting the needle between a woman with skills and a man in need. "

Winters didn't bother to talk to the slick, and he checked the charter again. The wording doesn't look fake, the lacquer doesn't look fake, the signature doesn't look fake either.

Seeing the second lieutenant review the charter, the pimp's smile grew even stronger.

"A parchment, I can't tell if it's real or not," Winters said lukewarmly.

The pimp's smile suddenly stiffened: "How can it be? This is a charter issued by Major Ronald of Gervoudan, can you take a closer look?"

"Then you will bring me a letter of proof when you return to Revodan?"

"My lord, there is a hidden mark in this charter to identify the authenticity." The pimp wiped Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he pleaded, "Please let me show you."

Winters handed back the charter.

With his hands folded, the pimp secretly shoved a bag of Silver Coins into the second lieutenant's palm. "This is the head office, right?" he thought to himself
But he absolutely never thought that the "anti-counterfeiting mark" that had always been good for everything had hit a wall this time.

Winters threw the purse in front of the pimp and asked coldly, "You don't want your hand anymore?"

The young man fell to his knees in panic, begging for mercy, incoherently. Said: "Sir! This charter is real, I was confused for a while..."

"Wait here." go with.

He didn't know much about the law of Plato, so he had to find a legal expert for this kind of thing.

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Old cultivator Reid had heard Girard's remarks, put the charter in his hand on the table, said with a smile: "Plato does indeed Allowing brothels and prostitutes to operate legally, this time it is really his responsibility."

"It's rude!" ."

The old cultivator stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "There are ways to legally ban them, it is not difficult."

"What?" Girard suddenly Come to the spirit.

"He privately occupied the town's land for business operations, and could impound their personnel, tents, and vehicles."

"That kid is a ghost, he deliberately set up his tent outside the town."

"The entire land in Langtun is public, what's the difference between inside and outside?" Reid cultivator casually said: "Besides, in Palatu to run this kind of place, practitioners need to be regularly checked by doctors, You can only get a job with a certificate. After checking all the procedures, you can take care of him with one less link."

Gillard was a little speechless.

Winters persuaded the old Dussack: "I see people from the logging team outside the tent. Those people have a hard time, and they are surrounded by men. It is safer for the town to have a solution for them. . Besides, the charter is not fake, since there is no need to use such means to embarrass the pimp, the best way is to let the residents of this town take care of their sons."

Gillard was silent, the town The office became quiet.

Winters saw old Dussack being persuaded and stood up: "I'll go talk to the pimp. Only today, get out as soon as possible after today."

Gillard Lightly nodded.

Rid cultivator stopped the second lieutenant who was walking out the door: "Have you thought about it?"

"en. ”

"That's good. ."

The door was pulled open from the outside, and Anglo hurriedly said to the second lieutenant: "Sir, the executioner is ready."

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If the people of Wolf Town break the law, the punishment below the death penalty can be decided by the resident officer alone.

If the crime is a serious crime, a three-person trial committee will be formed by the mayor, the resident magistrate, and the envoys sent by the county.

But criminals like the "Ivan Horseshoe" gang—they're neither Wolftown residents, but current criminals.

Then there would be no jury committee, no defense allowed, the charges were established, and Winters only needed sentencing.

Winters habitually finds Rhett cultivator for consultation.

The old cultivator laughed and said, "What's the punishment? Being caught in the country of galloping horses is a death sentence. The only difference is how you want them to die."

"One of the gangsters caught was a young child, who was only in his early twelfth years." Winters hesitated: "I want to know if the law of Palato has reduced his sentence?"

"No, but The sentencing power belongs to you, you can commute the sentence as you want." The alms-cultivator was calm like a deep pool: "But to what extent do you want to reduce it?"

"Exile?"

"Plato wasn't exiled. Where else? This is the frontier of the Senus Alliance."

"Mortal torture?"

"Cut off a hand and cut it off. For the probability of his return to the right path, not even a farm laborer has ever been punished."

"Bailed? Caning?"

"You don't think this is right for a dead man. Are the people of Wolf Town too unfair?" Reid said slightly sarcastically: "Legally speaking, Palatu does not recognize bandits, robbers and the like as citizens of the Republic, and they naturally do not have any civil rights, and anyone can Kill them.

A twelve-year-old child didn't join a gang of his own accord, but was forced to become a gangster. Based on that, it doesn't make any sense for you to commute his sentence. In a few years, you'll be in He was seen by a certain gang in the new reclamation. You can ask the executioner how many of the criminals he executes are repeat offenders."

"So what?"

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"What should I do? Give him a piece of property so that he can support himself, so he won't become a robber again in the future. But don't you think this is too unfair to the dead wolf town people? "Speaks in a gentle tone of the old cultivator: "You are an officer stationed in Wolf Town, but not an officer stationed by the Horseshoe Gang. Your duty is to protect the land and people of this place, not to worry about the fate of a gangster!"

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The church bell rang solemnly when the executioner was ready.

The guards of Wolf Town opened the cell door and escorted the seven bandits all the way to the town square.

There were at least a thousand people watching: farmers and Dusa people from five villages, long-term workers working in the manor, the manor owner on horseback, and their wives and daughters sitting in the carriage... Almost all the Langtun people came to town.

Seeing this battle, the nervous expressions of several guards exhibited one's feelings in one's speech, and Gillard also sweated on his forehead, for fear that some mishap would cause a commotion.

Suddenly a woman squeezed out of the human wall, rushed to the prisoner, and beat the prisoner with the stone in her hand.

Washka and another guard hurried forward to separate the two. The woman was pushed aside and fell to the ground, crying incessantly.

The beard prisoner who was beaten laughed heartily and moved towards the woman and spat.

Washika was furious, and fiercely punched the beard prisoner in the middle of the face.

The prisoner was beaten with his feet off the ground, and his nose bone and two front teeth were broken on the spot. Before he could spit the blood out of his mouth, another guard took out a rag and stuffed his mouth full.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and news spread like the wind that it was already known that the woman was the wife of a dead man.

The people of Wolf Town who were present all lived by hard labor, so naturally they were full of resentment towards the bandits. Coupled with the sympathy for the unfortunate woman, the anger burned even more.

It was a short section of the road from the police station to the town square, and there were constantly stones mixed with curses flying towards the prisoners.

The trial process was very simple. Several Dussacs recounted what happened on the day of the ambush. Mr. Bentin Jr. also appeared in court to identify the culprits and demanded Blood For Blood in tears.

After the simple process was over, the town square was so quiet that you could hear the sound of needles falling, and people held their breaths and waited for the final verdict of the resident town officer.

The voice of the sentence was cold: "Death, all."

The cheers spread from the front row to the back of the human wall, and the prisoners who were able to grit their teeth before finally couldn't bear it. She cried bitterly, and the childish voice cried the most miserable.

But no one cared about their tears. The guards dragged the prisoners off the ground and escorted them to the execution ground. People flocked to the execution grounds behind the guards.

In the open space on the northwest side of the town, the carpenters in the town built a makeshift platform a few days ago.

The executioner Franz Schmidt, known as "Famous Teacher Franz", was in full costume, and his assistant was already waiting there.

The closer you get to the execution ground, the more emotional the death row inmates are. Some inmates are struggling to the death, and some are crying and praying for the blessing and forgiveness of the onlookers.

Bring the death row to the side of the execution ground, and the executioner Franz and his assistants take over. The guards were visibly sighed in relief when the death row was handed over to the executioner.

The rest is the executioner's ceremony performance.

Famous teacher Franz, who is over 60 years old, has a sharp eye and a spirit. He has carried out hundreds of executions and has his own way to deal with death row prisoners.

A death row inmate struggles and curses, and the executioner's assistant, Franz's sixteen-year-old grandson, can barely control him.

The old executioner strode over, jabbing at the death row's Adam's apple.

The big man who was still struggling and cursing just now suddenly became dumbfounded, clutching his throat, his face flushed and he fell to the ground.

For the prisoners who were just desperately chanting scriptures, begging for forgiveness, Franz left him alone.

The old executioner signaled his grandson to execute the death row prisoner who suffered a severe blow to the throat first. The two carried him to a "trial chair" on the execution platform and tied him with ropes.

Father Kaman stepped forward and allowed the death row prisoner to kiss the scriptures and listen to the death row prisoner's final confession.

The noisy crowd of onlookers gradually became quiet, and people watched the executioner prepare attentively, for fear of missing any detail.

The old executioner was dressed in an abrupt, peculiar and fancy dress, with pink tights and light blue knee-length shorts on the lower body and blue white-collar tight clothes on the upper body.

He took off his hat out of respect.

And put on a leather vest to prevent blood stains on the shirt.

After the preparations were completed, he nodded to his assistant. The assistant understood and respectfully presented the weapon to the prisoner.

The old executioner grabbed the hilt and pulled the beheading sword from its sheath in one breath.

The execution drama reached its climax.

It is a weapon that can be called a giant sword. The blade is more than one meter long and weighs more than six pounds. The sword edge is flat but not pointed. The front and rear of the sword are equally wide. br> A line of words is inscribed on the face of the sword: "Beware of evil deeds, or you will be digging your own grave."

The execution ground was as silent as death.

Famous teacher Franz stood solemnly, raised the beheading sword behind his right shoulder, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted his strength.

The blade drew an elegant arc in the air, cutting off the two cervical vertebrae of the death row prisoner from the right rear.

The head flew out, and the bones came to the edge of the execution platform.

The assistant picked up the head and held it high in the midair, and showed it to the crowd around the execution platform.

With the screams of several ladies, the execution ground of absolute silence broke out into the sky-shattering cheers.

The tyranny of government and miscellaneous duties leads to the rampant banditry, and the rampant banditry is bound to lead to severe punishment.

The words of the Rhett cultivator are ruthless and true: What needs to be decided is not whether the gangsters live or die, but how they want to die.

“How do you want them to be executed?” The famous master executioner asked the same question when he met Winters.

The burning, hanging, drowning, wheeling, car-splitting... Each execution method corresponds to a different crime.

Execution isn't just about killing a prisoner, it's a grand show in itself.

The public trial, the parade before the execution, and the execution itself constitute the three elements of this horror drama.

The honest and responsible people work hard to make ends meet, but they can reap without sowing when they are thieves, robbers and bandits. The commoners hate bandits, but are vaguely jealous of bandits.

The public execution is not only to deter the people, but also to declare the authority of the secular ruler, and it is also a channel for the people who live in hard life to vent their resentment.

The stable and reliable executioner represents the public power and executes criminals in a programmed and ceremony manner. He is the soul that maintains the delicate balance between the three.

Beheading—the method of death chosen by the Montagne magistrate—was painless and neat.

It is also the only method of execution that respects the dignity of the deceased.

Famous teacher Franz glanced at the remaining six death row prisoners, and when he saw the sobbing little child, he thought: "Heinrich [Franz's grandson] is probably only better than him. How old are you?"

He gestured to his assistant to be the youngest prisoner on death row.

Every breath on the execution ground is a torment for the death row, and it is the executioner's mercy.

"The beard who moved towards the family of the deceased." Franz thought, "Let him be the last."

The execution scene in this chapter is from The Faithful Executioner , a book about the life of a 16th executioner, but with some adaptations to fit the book's setting.

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