Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2706: 0 years of loneliness (3)
Chapter 2706 Hundred Years of Solitude (3)
May 31, 1431 AD, Rouen, France.
A teenage girl in men's clothing is being held in a prison van, moving towards the old market place in Rouen. Her face was haggard, because she had been tortured to extract a confession during the previous interrogation, and finally, under the threat of a knife to her neck, signed a public renunciation (unconditional confession) and admitted her guilt.
Ironically, illiterate, she couldn't even understand the terms written in the public renunciation book, so she sloppily pressed the blood guidelines on it.
This is certainly not a fair trial. However, how many times have public trials presided over by the Holy See have been fair?
The French citizens onlookers knew nothing but cheered for the girls outside the trial court. These stupid and superstitious mobs think that the church is absolute justice, and that as long as the church thinks a girl is guilty, she is guilty. People can ignore the testimonies fabricated by the church, the testimony with confusing logic, the unreasonable torture of the girl by the church people, and even the girl's insistence on her innocence from the beginning to the end.
The foolish people ignored all this, and they even forgot that this girl was the heroine who led the entire France to counterattack the British invaders and finally freed the troubled France. They also forgot all the efforts the girl had made to repel the British army, and every drop of blood shed.
They don't know anything, they only know to believe in their God, and the church is the only spokesman for God, and the church is the truth. The church said the girl was a witch, and the church believed that the witch abused the name of God to do evil. The church said the girl was a heinous crime and should be sentenced to death, so she must die.
And the way of execution is commonly used by burning witches---------
The burning at the stake.
There were countless onlookers on the way to the execution ground. Some of the mob even threw the rotten vegetables and rotten eggs in their hands at the girl in the prison van to insult her. The girl habitually closed her eyes and kept praying, as if doing so would isolate the world.
Pounds! ! However, a sudden loud noise on the road ahead attracted everyone's attention. The soldiers escorting the van also drew out their swords vigilantly in case someone came to hijack the van. The advance of the prison van naturally slowed down.
About half a minute later, a knight walked to the knight commander next to the prison van: "Report sir, there is no abnormality ahead. The cause of the loud noise was the collapse of an old building, and now the soldiers have speeded up to clear the collapsed building. The obstacles created by things, we can pass immediately."
"Very good." The knight commander nodded. "Go on. Stay vigilant and move on!"
The knight on the order then took off his helmet and shouted, "Stay vigilant, keep going! Stay vigilant, keep going!"
The knight who took off his helmet was a young blond young man, probably under twenty years old. He glanced at the girl in the prison car, and the girl interrupted her prayers because of the incident just now, and opened her eyes naturally to see the boy.
She was unmoved, however, closing her eyes again as the carriage continued to move, and began to pray.
"Hmm." The blond boy sneered, walking to the back of the squadron at the same time, pretending to be a summons while staying away from the prison car.
The prison van continued to move forward, while the blond boy broke away from the queue and eventually mixed into the crowd. There were soldiers who left the queue of the **** van, but the other soldiers were indifferent, as if it were a matter of course.
After mixing into the crowd, the blond boy carefully made his way through the crowd and eventually walked into the alley. After leaving people's sight, he who was wearing a knight suit changed his body and has become an ordinary citizen wearing a commoner's clothes. A white parrot landed on the shoulders of the boy and whispered in a low voice that almost no one could hear: "The experiment is successful, it seems that the effect of the illusion is perfect."
"Well. Thank you for the blood." The blond boy whispered, "Go to the execution ground now."
"When will I start?" the white parrot asked again.
"Huh." The blond boy didn't answer, he walked through the alley and went straight to the center of the market, the predetermined execution ground.
Inside the square, there is a huge wooden shelf with straw piled all around it. Everything was set up to be extremely flammable, to ensure that a fire would burn the prisoner to a charred, certain death.
The weather was clear and cloudless, and there was absolutely no sign of rain on the way. Probably there are talents who specialize in predicting astronomical phenomena. They have judged today's weather from the beginning, and will choose to do it on such a day. In any case, the girl will not escape death. She was escorted to the center of the square and was soon tied to the stake by soldiers. Soldiers also lined up to guard the perimeter to make sure no one could rob the execution ground.
On the execution ground, the priest was placed beside the girl for a final prayer, hoping that the girl's soul would ascend to heaven after her death. However, the priest just prayed in a casual manner. His prayers were perfunctory, and his voice was easily covered by the noise of the citizens in the square. After this round of unintentional prayer in the form of walking, the maiden is ready to die. She asked the priest for a small wooden cross and hung it over her chest.
The blond boy mingled with the crowd, watching it all quietly.
An executioner brought torches and began to light the straw in the center of the square. The straw surrounds the stake for a full circle, but there is no ignition in the center of the stake, so the wall of fire in that circle slowly rises and surrounds the girl in the center of the stake from all directions. The girl began to murmur. She would not be swallowed by the fire immediately, but was slowly roasted by the high heat in the middle of the circle of fire, and died in extreme pain. This is the practice of the Holy See, the usual method of heresy judges when they burn witches to death.
Soldiers stepped up their vigilance again, and they surrounded the city outside with shields and spears high to guard against anyone who might approach. Citizens watched all this from a distance of ten yards, and if anyone dared to cross the line, the archers would immediately be on guard.
This is a watertight execution ground, and it is impossible for anyone to rescue the girl who was roasted by fire from this configuration. The blond boy was still watching everything, indifferent.
The flames are burning more intensely. The fire soared into the sky, and even the soldiers subconsciously took a step forward, fearing that they would be affected by the heat. The boy turned and left, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
After he walked to a deserted alley, the white parrot on his shoulder finally couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "That...the person you want to save is about to be burned to death? No? Is it really okay to save her?"
"You still don't understand? That girl is just an impostor, not Joan of Arc herself," Arthur said.
"Huh?"
"I approached her just now using the illusion brought by the dragon's blood. She and I looked at each other. The real she should recognize my face, and she must have reacted when she saw me, but she was indifferent." Wang Dao: "That is to say, this Joan of Arc is someone else pretending to be. Well. The Holy See is really amazing. There is such a professional make-up artist who can make up an ordinary girl exactly like Joan of Arc. I almost didn't recognize her. If she hadn't acted indifferent when she saw me, if I hadn't seen her trembling slightly at the stake, I'd be desperate to save someone."
"...Isn't it normal to tremble?" Bai Parrot (Hyosung) asked inexplicably, "After all, she is also a human being, no matter how brave a human being is, they will be afraid of death at critical moments."
"The Joan of Arc I know will not." Arthur replied confidently: "The real Joan of Arc is the kind of person who can give everything for his ideals and move forward bravely. Betrayed by the country, she will never back down, even if she has only her last breath. The girl who collects money and does things and becomes Joan of Arc just for money, no matter how superb her acting skills are, she will never be able to act. Joan of Arc's own character."
Pounds! There was a loud noise in the market, probably the sound of the stake collapsing in the heat. Arthur could hear a woman screaming in the distance, who should have been consumed by the fire. However, Arthur doesn't care about all this. That woman is not the real Joan of Arc, and Arthur doesn't care about her life or death.
The question is, where is the real Joan of Arc? Now, is she in the hands of the Romans, the French, or the British?
Arthur frowned, thinking about what to do next. A decisive lack of intelligence. We must find a way to get more information in order to save Jeanne from a disadvantageous situation. In order to obtain information in this world, Arthur alone is helpless, and Merlin's support is absolutely necessary.
However, Merlin was ordered by Arthur to help Elaine from the beginning. The time and place of Elaine's arrival in this different world cannot be determined. Merlin can only do his best to take care of the lost little confused, and so far he has not even been able to get in touch with Arthur.
Can I just wait patiently?
Just when the King of Knights wondered, a crow suddenly jumped from the roof in the distance. The crow looked at Arthur with big red eyes, and suddenly turned around and hopped down the alley.
The King of Knights quickened his pace to keep up. The crow jumped and began to flap its wings and fly, leading Arthur to move somewhere east of the city.
Arthur follows the crow and soon arrives at an old barn that is cut off from other buildings. The citizens of Rouen were busy watching the execution of the "Witch" at this time, and there was no one figure near the barn. Arthur then boldly pushed the door and entered, and was almost spit out by a strong smell as soon as he entered.
"There is a mask on the table next to the table, which can be worn or worn to block the odor." A voice in the barn said.
Arthur frowned slightly~IndoMTL.com~ without thinking, walked over to the table next to him and grabbed a piece of fabric. It is a detail of applying special deodorizing powder. The cloth itself is quite delicate, and it is considered a qualified filter cloth. Arthur tied it to his face and used it as a mask, and the peculiar smell in the air was immediately neutralized.
"Do you need it?" Arthur asked Hyosung, knowing that dragons have a particularly strong sense of smell.
"No, I blocked my breathing system." Hyosung said. Dragons won't die if they don't breathe for a few days.
"Never mind." Arthur stepped boldly into the dark barn.
There, a big man in black is fiddling with something. The human corpses that had begun to smell and were neatly arranged on the table were being handled by the big man in black clothes and black gloves. While trembling slightly, he skillfully cut open the remains, took out the internal organs, and soaked them in some kind of dark green liquid, as if for research purposes.
When Arthur got close enough, the big man stopped his hands and feet and turned to look at the boy.
"What are you doing here, Elaine?" asked the King of Knights.