Chapter 514 171. Just a dream
The seventh day of being locked up in the dungeon.
The cold Gilles leaned against the cold stone wall.
The greasy hair is sticky, the stubble is climbing up his cheeks, and excrement is scattered around...
Everything in this cell is ensuring that he lives in pain.
No one could connect him at this time with the "Mad Dog Archduke" who was still in charge of the principality a month ago, and no one came to see him.
This forgotten man lost his last self-respect here.
Danglang——
Early in the morning... maybe late at night, the cell in the deepest part of the dungeon was roughly opened.
The jumping firelight came into view, and Gilles narrowed his eyes in discomfort: "Your warlock master wants to risk accusations and secretly execute me, or let go of a noble of noble blood?"
"Is he crazy?"
The two guards read the same thoughts in each other's eyes, remained silent, and pulled Gilles up from the ground.
"Damn pariah, you should respect me!" Having lost his status and physical strength, Gilles' anger seemed so powerless.
"You killed my uncle and his daughter." A guard couldn't help but speak.
Gilles, who had lost dozens of pounds, was stunned because he could not maintain his thinking: "Why are your uncle and daughter in the principality?"
"I was driven here from the north by you, Lord Annan took us in, do you understand! You scum!"
Then he should be angry. Gilles mused. There seemed to be some sounds in my mind that didn't belong in this dark, damp, hopeless dungeon.
"The Witch's House has taken me in, where I can live a normal life without worrying about the guards of the principality..."
"You don't have to hide around anymore." Gille wearing a crown Sta blurted out.
A prisoner locked in a cell in front of him was stunned, "Mind yourself!" he said, suddenly realizing that this guy was dragged out from the deepest part of the dungeon, and the two guards also Looking at himself fiercely, "Sir, I don't know him! I don't know why he wants to talk to me..."
"We know."
They dragged Gilles forward who made the sound of the shackles shaking. The prisoner was frightened at first, and then shouted angrily outside: "Big Big! There's an eggless guy passing by." The bad guy! Teach him a lesson!"
"You see, I am already the Duke of the principality, and they all respect me and love me too, my sister." br>Gilles opened the car curtain and let Claire look out the window.
"Are you the Grand Duke!" Some people were running after the carriage.
"Yes, I am your Grand Duke." Gilles said proudly. One of the fat men wanted to pounce on him, but was blocked by the knight. They threw flowers into the carriage.
The flowers slapped on the face, which hurt a little. Gilles frowned and wanted to say something, but Claire told him: "They are your people, you should be happy and proud."
Of course Gilles, who wants to become an outstanding Grand Duke in the future, will no longer refuse. The goodwill of the people. He raised his head slightly to welcome the flowers that accompanied the morning dew.
“You damn prisoner, if you spit on me again, Lady Della will deduct your working hours!” The angry guard couldn’t help knocking on the iron bars, and drove away the man who was lying in front of the iron bars. Pickpocket thief.
"The bell is ringing?" Gilles asked.
The other guard looked at him strangely.
"Yes, the bell..." The guard couldn't help but whisper in his heart: your death knell. "My enthronement ceremony is about to begin, sister..."
"I will stand by your side." Claire held his hand, just like she did when she was a child.
Gilles smiled softly and saw a staircase leading to a high platform: "Do you still remember? Sister, I told you when I was a child that I will hold your hand in the future. The ladder to become a Grand Duke, sitting on that royal chair... I had countless dreams about this at that time..."
"It's no longer a dream this time." Claire smiled softly.
The sister and brother held each other's hands and stepped up the steps covered with velvet carpets, as if they were stepping on clouds of cotton.
Two guards carried Gilles to the prison above the dungeon.
Francois, who was waiting for them, frowned: "He looks so embarrassed."
"Is this bad?" A guard asked cautiously.
Annan's attitude towards civilians infected everyone around him. Francois said patiently: "Our trial will be known throughout Middle-earth through magical images... Letting the Mad Dog Archduke be dirty will only cause some nobles to accuse us. "Then... let's take him to take a shower?"
"It's too late..." Francois suddenly took off his coat and held his breath and gave it to Ji. Les, stepped back and exhaled: "Fortunately, I haven't used it today."
The cleaning technique on the clothing was activated, cleaning the stains, feces and dirty skin on the clothing. . Now, there was nothing wrong with him except that he looked pale and weak from being locked up in the dungeon for too long - not even an external injury.
"One more thing, deputy warden...the prisoner seems to be crazy..."
"Crazy?" Francois took back his clothes and looked at Gilles' unfocused eyes, "...it doesn't matter, whether he is pretending to be crazy or something, he has no chance to say anything."
In the square in front of the city lord's palace, the gallows started last night has been completed.
Tens of thousands of people crowded the streets in front of the city lord's palace. People who had nowhere to stay even crowded in front of windows, on roofs, and climbed on street lamps, just to see the only chance to see the big screen. The trial of the nobles.
And revenge.
When Gilles was led to the gallows by the guards and put on a rope, the dark crowd fell silent.
Olmedo pronounced the sentence in front of tens of thousands of people and Evelyn's magic stone: "Gilles Montaburroc was accused of: usurping the throne, killing his brothers, plundering towns, abusing civilians, waging war, etc. According to Liberty According to the city code, the punishment will be: hanging!”
Olmedo’s words echoed over the square with a gust of breeze. After a brief silence, the first cheers sounded, and then more and more people joined the cheering camp.
The shadow weighing on them finally disappeared, and they... could go home.
"Look, they are cheering for you, my Grand Duke." Claire let go of Gilles and put the cloak on him. "What to say?"
"I..." Gilles showed a rare shyness, "I don't know what to say..."
He suddenly felt that the cloak strangled his neck very uncomfortable, making it difficult for him to breathe... The cheers around him became more and more distant, and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry.
"I can't seem to see anything...sister..."
The young Gilles was like a nestling that couldn't find its mother, and fell into panic.
Fortunately, the hands caressing his face made him no longer panic. Gilles tried to open his eyes, and finally, he saw clearly.
What kind of sad eyes are those?
(End of this chapter)