Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

However, the people's anger had not dissipated. The head of a marquis could not satisfy their long-suppressed emotions. The carnival continued and the anger was still being vented.

People cheered and shouted.

"Death penalty! Death penalty!"

The civilians were completely boiling!

Those big men who used to be high above and could not be looked at directly, their fate was now in the hands of the people - at least in form.

"Dawn Sharaf, committed intentional homicide, provoking war, and robbery."

"Flory Carson, sentenced."

"Giovanio Wald, sentenced to death"

The familiar "honorable" surnames were read out loudly by the tiefling who replaced Medorash.

One by one, the nobles were dragged onto the guillotine, and the sound of the blade cutting flesh and blood rang out again and again. Every time the steel knife fell, there would be a burst of warm cheers 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 in the captive team by the Tiefling guards, trembling all over.

"Gods"

"How could this happen?"

"Do these people want to kill all the nobles in the North?"

Viscount Luton looked at the old noble on the scaffold on the high platform with trepidation, and his face turned pale.

He knew the noble, that was Count Yaskin Garrett, a famous general of the Principality of Bosk, and he could be regarded as his uncle.

Count Yaskin once galloped on the battlefield and won the respect of the nobles on horseback. Luton even wrote an impassioned eulogy for him - "The Song of the General's Triumph".

But at this moment, the former general was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the sharp knife fell again.

Viscount Luton subconsciously shrank his neck, as if the person being beheaded was himself.

Suddenly, he felt something warm splashing on his neck.

He touched it subconsciously.

It was blood.

Still fresh, warm blood.

But things were far from over.

"Gulp, Gulp"

The bloody head rolled down from the platform and landed not far in front of Viscount Luton. The pair of desperate, dead eyes were staring at him closely.

"Ah, Lord Arkins"

Viscount Luton screamed in fear. He felt a wave of nausea rising in his throat and almost retched.

"Ugh"

However, just as he was about to bend down, he was rudely held by the tiefling guards behind him. His hands were locked tightly 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 rang again, almost shaking the sky.

The cheers of the crowd, the scolding of the guards, and the sound of the guillotine falling intertwined and echoed in Luton's ears.

Viscount Luton felt dizzy, his ears were buzzing, sharp tinnitus sounded, and then there was silence, and the world in front of him seemed to turn blood red.

Those enthusiastic, cheering people were like a group of demons from the abyss.

"Crazy, crazy."

"They are all crazy."

Viscount Luton's face was pale, his eyes were empty, cold sweat dripped on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly.

Many scenes emerged in his mind like a revolving lantern, including grand banquets, orderly armies, elegant dances, and beautifully bound books.

That was the life he should have had.

The North should not be like this, it should be a paradise for nobles like him.

What happened to this world?

They dared to resist?

Why did those submissive civilians go crazy?

"This world. There is no hope."

Viscount Luton thought so at the last moment of losing consciousness.

The discussion of the tiefling guards sounded.

"He fainted from fear!"

"As expected of a softie from the North!"

"Haha, I've seen many nobles like this. Last time, there was a more miserable one. He was frightened into a fool."

"Tsk, what a bunch of rubbish."

"This is just 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 talked a lot, and those thin faces still had excitement.

The public trial lasted from morning to evening, and was conducted from high to low in terms of status.

The capital that once made the nobles of the North high above has now become an absolute death warrant.

These nobles in high positions have more or less had the experience of oppressing ordinary people, or it can be said that it was just a habit. They have never really regarded ordinary people as equal "people".

And when people's anger was ignited, severe revenge became justified.

After a day, 27 nobles were beheaded. The most powerful and popular one was Marquis Holleren, and the lowest one was the Count of the Principality of Bosco.

The huge amount of treasures they plundered were taken out of the mansion, and a considerable part of them were distributed to the victims.

The kingdom's divisive strategy was very successful.

This was an open conspiracy.

It was an open conspiracy to alienate the common people and the 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 Burning 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."

"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 this chapter)