However, people's anger has not dissipated. A Marquis' head cannot satisfy their long-pressed emotions. The carnival is still going on and the anger is still being vented.
People cheered and shouted.
"Death penalty! Death penalty!"
The civilians were completely excited!
The fate of those big shots who used to be too high to be looked at is now in people's hands - at least in form.
"Dawn Sharaf, committed murder, started a war, and committed robbery."
"Florrie Carson, sentenced."
"Giovanni Valde, sentenced to death"
The familiar "noble" surnames were read out loud by the tiefling who replaced Metrorash.
One by one, nobles were pulled onto the guillotine, and the sound of the blade cutting flesh could be heard over and over again. Every time the steel knife fell, a burst of warm cheers erupted from the crowd.
Even the wooden platform was dyed red, and a slowly flowing river of blood flowed down from it, even spreading to people's feet.
Viscount Luton was being held captive by tiefling guards, trembling all over.
"O Gods"
"How could such a thing happen?"
"Are these people trying to kill all the nobles in the North?"
Viscount Luton looked at the elderly nobleman on the guillotine with trepidation, and his face suddenly turned pale.
He knew that noble, that was Count Yaskin Garrett, a famous general of the Principality of Bosque, who could be regarded as his uncle.
The former Earl of Askin galloped on the battlefield and won the respect of the nobles on horseback. Luton even wrote an impassioned hymn for him - "The Triumphal Song of the General".
But at this moment, the former general was ready to be slaughtered like a lamb.
"Click!"
With a crisp sound, the sharp knife fell again.
Viscount Luton shrank his neck subconsciously, as if the person who was beheaded was himself.
Suddenly, he felt something warm splash on his neck.
He touched it subconsciously.
That's blood.
Still fresh, warm blood.
However, things are far from over.
"Gulu, Gulu"
The blood-stained head rolled down from the high platform and landed not far in front of Viscount Luton. Those desperate, unbending eyes were watching him closely.
"Ya, Lord Yakins"
Viscount Luton screamed in fright. He felt nausea rising in his throat and almost retched.
"vomit"
However, just as he was about to bend down, he was roughly held up by the tiefling guards behind him. His hands were tightly locked and he was forced to straighten his back.
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't try any tricks!"
"Death penalty! Death penalty!" The voice sounded again, almost shaking the sky.
The cheers of the crowd, the scolding of the guards, and the sound of the falling guillotine intertwined and echoed in Luton's ears.
Viscount Luton felt like the world was spinning, his ears were buzzing, and there was a sharp tinnitus. Then there was silence, and the world in front of him seemed to turn blood red.
These enthusiastic and cheering people are like a group of devils from the abyss.
"Crazy, crazy." "They are all crazy."
Viscount Luton's face was pale, his eyes were empty and lifeless, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his lips were trembling slightly.
Many scenes flashed through his mind, including grand banquets, neatly marching armies, elegant dances, and beautifully bound books.
That was the life he was supposed to have.
The North should not be like this. It should be the paradise for nobles like him.
What happened to this world?
How dare they resist?
Why are those submissive civilians going crazy?
"This world is hopeless."
At the last moment of losing consciousness, Viscount Luton thought this way.
The tiefling guards started talking.
"He fainted from fear!"
"As expected of a softie from the North!"
"Haha, I have seen many nobles like this. Last time, there was one who was even more embarrassed. He was scared to death and turned into a fool."
"Tsk, what a bunch of rubbish."
"This is a dream!"
"I didn't expect that the lives of these noble lords could be decided by us."
"He, they actually compensated me! I got three gold coins!"
"I finally avenged my wife and daughter"
After leaving the crowded venue, people were talking a lot, and excitement still remained on the thin faces.
The public trial lasted from morning to evening, and was conducted in order of high to low status.
What was once the superior capital of the northern nobles has now become an out-and-out reminder.
These nobles in high positions have more or less experience of bullying ordinary people, or perhaps it is just out of habit. They have never truly treated ordinary people as equal "human beings".
And when people's anger is ignited, severe revenge becomes a matter of course.
One day passed, and a total of twenty-seven nobles were beheaded. Among them, the one with the highest status and the loudest voice was the Marquis of Holleran, and the one with the lowest status was also the Earl of the Principality of Bosque.
The massive treasures they had taken by force were moved out of the mansion, and a considerable portion of them was distributed to the victims.
The Kingdom's plan to divorce was successful.
This is a conspiracy.
It is a conspiracy to drive a wedge between common people and nobles.
After this public trial, the people present who participated in the trial and received the benefits were completely tied to the chariot of the Ember Kingdom.
After all, their hands are already stained with the blood of the Northland nobles. Once the Northland nobles resume their rule, what awaits them will definitely be the cruelest and bloodiest revenge.
Therefore, people had no choice but to passively accept the rule of the kingdom.
Moreover, the evil dragon's rule does not seem to be as cruel as the rumors say - at least not to civilians.
In addition to the nobles who were executed, many lower-status nobles escaped, including Viscount Luton.
They were temporarily detained in the original prison of the Principality of Bosque, awaiting their own trial.
"November 3, 1785 in the Third Era. I will never forget this unforgettable day."
"That day, my world seemed to have turned blood red."
"I have never seen so many noble figures die in front of me. One day ago, they were my beloved elders and respected teachers, but after that day, they all turned into cold, headless corpses."< br>
"This is not a so-called 'trial', but a cruel and violent massacre launched against the nobles of the North. The evil dragon and his kingdom shamelessly incited our people and stirred up their emotions - turning them into Became a real devil
——"Notes of Luton Sickert" (End of Chapter)