Chapter 143 Public Trial

"My lord, Julia is back."

Fringilla reminded.

Her tone was not good. Lothar had been cheating on her on several dates recently, and it looked like the same ending today.

A trace of apology appeared on Lothar's face: "Let her come over to see me."

Before arriving, Julia had obviously been carefully groomed. She was wearing a palace-style dress, with the neckline revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

A flattering smile appeared on her face: "Sir, in order to complete the task you assigned me, I don't dare to slack off at all along the way."

Lothar nodded perfunctorily: "Thank you for your hard work."

Julia complimented: "This is what everyone should do, sir. On the way back, I heard that you killed an adult earth dragon with your own hands? What a joy and congratulation!"

Lothar frowned: "Let's get down to business."

The smile on Julia's face froze: "Sir, that old woman Stephanie has aged due to the aging of the handrails on the balcony. She lost her footing and fell onto the fountain. She is already dead."

Lothar said in a deep voice: "How is Leonard's reaction?"

"He had no particular reaction."

Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: "Ha, who said Leonard is a reckless idiot?"

Fringilla reminded from the side: "It seems to be your father, Count Werner."

…

Early the next morning.

A large group of city guards escorted a carriage filled with loot into Hebron.

Hussein, with a gloomy face, was held alone in a prison van.

Jeanne rode her horse with a leisurely expression and passed by him.

To her, this battle was more like an outing in the countryside. No matter the intensity of the battlefield or the strength of the opponent, it was lackluster.

Hussein grabbed the railing of the prison car: "Chevalier Jeanne, please listen to me!"

"I also have a secret treasure place. As long as your family spares the lives of my family, I am willing to tell your family about this treasure place."

Jeanne raised a finger and pointed at her ear: "I don't understand what you said, and I'm not interested in understanding it. If you want to defend yourself, you can see the Earl soon."

Guards in armor were divided into two lines at the gate of the castle.

They wore at least two layers of chain mail, a ridged helmet, a round shield on their back, and a formidable two-handed ax in their hands.

As the iron gate was slowly raised by the winch.

"call--"

The guards all raised their battle axes and let out a war cry.

"Barbaric, just a bunch of barbarians!"

Hussein felt his heart beating hard. The new count's army looked much more ferocious than Leonard's army.

This is not an elite that can be compared with the bandits under his command!

He was pushed into the Lord's Hall.

He raised his head, and before he could see the young earl sitting on the gold-encrusted throne, he noticed the black-scaled dragon head under the giant double-headed eagle flag.

A pair of huge golden dragon eyes seemed to be able to vaguely glimpse the majesty of his life.

Dragon Slayer.

It turns out that this is not a boastful legend.

He actually is a dragon slayer!

Hussein said with some fear: "Your Majesty, I really don't understand what I did wrong. If someone pays you to deal with me? No matter how much they pay, I will pay double!"

"You broke the law, Hussein."

Lothar said expressionlessly.

Although he is only a young man, because of his dragon bloodline and his high position, he actually looks as majestic as a monarch.

"As the lord of the entire Transjordan, no one can bribe me. I only want to maintain the sanctity of the law."

Hussein was visibly unconvinced.

He emphasized his tone and said: "My lord, don't think that I will hide all the money at home. I have three treasures. As long as you let me go, these treasures will be yours."

Lothar emphasized again: "I have already said, no one can bribe me, Hussein."

"Accept the public trial. I will follow the custom of the ancient empire. When everyone gives you a thumbs up, you will live. When everyone gives you a thumbs up, you will die."

"What's the point of doing this kind of trick?"

Hussein shouted angrily: "My lord, you have no idea how much gold and silver I have hidden in my three treasure places. That is the wealth accumulated by my family for generations."

He knew that based on what he had done, no one would think that he deserved to die. What was the difference between this and wanting to execute himself?

"I say it one last time, no one can bribe me."

Lothar smiled and said: "Making my subjects feel more involved is your final value. Alternatively, you can also consider using your outstanding eloquence to gain yourself a chance to avoid death."

He waved his hand: "Take him down."

Lothar looked at Fringilla, and she understood immediately. She patted her non-existent chest and said, "Wrap it around me" - poor Hussein was about to be squeezed out of the last trace of oil.

Hussein's angry roar faded away.

"Next, bring Adnan up."

Last night, Ulm led his troops to attack Adnan's mansion. The battle was lackluster because the opponent had no defense at all.

The advantages of night attack are fully demonstrated.

This middle-aged man had a full beard, and he seemed to have aged ten years in just one night: "Sir, I don't understand why you suddenly attacked me? Am I disrespectful to you?"

"Aziz, you should know this name."

Adnan's face changed drastically: "Sir, just because of such a trivial matter?"

"Little things?"

Aziz, who was listening outside the door, roared angrily: "You raped my wife and forced her to commit suicide by jumping into a well. Do you think this is a small thing?"

Lothar pointed to Aziz and said: "He is a free man, right?"

Aziz's expression changed slightly.

"Yes, that's right, but"

"There is no but. Since we are not serfs, Aziz and you are only in an employment relationship. You have violated the law, Mr. Adnan. Although I am very sad, I still have to declare you guilty."

Adnan's expression was gloomy. He lowered his head and said coldly: "Sir, I offer you horses, gold and silver, but you treat us so harshly, don't you think about the consequences?"

"Ah--"

A contemptuous laugh completely angered Adnan. He raised his head and said, "You can imprison me for such a trivial reason, but you broke the rules and you will regret it sooner or later!"

Lothar picked up a page of papyrus in his hand: "This contains the sins you and your family have committed. You think it is insignificant, but in my opinion, it is enough to sentence you to death ten times."

"Adnan, I will give you the same treatment as Hussein. You will all be declared guilty of your sins by the patrol officer at the public trial to all the citizens of Hebron. If they think you do not deserve to die, you can live."

Adnan's tone suddenly rose: "Lord Earl, do you really want to kill me?"

He couldn't believe it.

No need to think about it, he knew what kind of treatment he would get if he were handed over to those untouchables for trial.

He thought that Lothar would blackmail him and imprison him, but he never thought of killing him.

Lothar shook his head and said: "It's not me who wants to kill you, it's the law that wants to kill you."

Adnan roared: "You are crazy, Lothar, you are simply crazy. In your eyes, winning over those untouchables who don't even have a set of clothes to cover their bodies is better than those of us who have food and weapons hidden in our homes." Is it more important to have a 'headman' with a lot of gold and silver?"

Lothar waved his hand and signaled the guards to push him out.

He sighed softly, lay back on the lord's throne, and stretched out: "Who told you to eat too much? Even I think you eat too little, let alone the civilians below."

Outside, it was already bustling with people.

Ever since Lothar ordered the city guards to announce the news of the public trial yesterday, people full of expectations gathered in the streets and alleys of the city early this morning.

When they heard Umr detailing the sins of these people, they all became furious and uttered various curses.

Most of the people who go to Hebron for pilgrimage are poor people. When they hear about the sins committed by the powerful in these places, they can naturally empathize with them.

Zoroastrianism domesticated them and made them willing to live as "cows and horses".

But they don't really know how to resist.

It’s just that even the farm tools used for hand farming need to be rented from these local powerful men.

A group of people who are unarmed and can only rack their brains every day to figure out what to eat for the next meal. Their hearts are already numb. How can they still think about how to resist?

Ulm was so nervous that his palms were shaking. He had never accepted the attention of so many people.

Below, there are densely packed human heads.

Thousands of people came to watch the public trial in this narrow area. He was really worried that these people would swarm him, break through the obstacles of the guards, drag him down and trample him to death.

He read over what was recorded on the papyrus: "Adnan, three days ago, violated the precepts of Zoroastrianism in the mansion and raped the wife of Aziz, a free man, after drinking alcohol.

After his wife committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, Aziz wanted to seek justice for himself, but was severely beaten instead. The following twelve people can attest to this. "

"In addition, his family has also committed the following evil deeds."

Senmut translated loudly from the side.

"Hussein secretly funded three gangs of bandits to plunder villages and passing caravans many times. The number of casualties and injuries was incalculable, and the looted money was also incalculable. The following twelve witnesses can testify to this."

Before he finished speaking, someone below began to angrily pick up rocks, rotten vegetable leaves and other things in their hands and throw them at Adnan and Hussein who were imprisoned in the cage.

The guards were powerless to stop them and could only try their best to maintain order.

"If you think this person's crime is worthy of death, give him a thumbs up. If you think this person should be sentenced to death, give him a thumbs up."

Ulm shouted.

The sound carried through the crowd.

After a while.

Whether they were Christians, Jews or Saracens, almost without exception, they all gave a thumbs up.

Different languages ​​converge into one word.

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

Ulm shouted: "The Earl is willing to accept the opinions of his people and sentence Hussein and Adnan to death!"

As the executioner removed the wooden plank under their feet, his feet suddenly fell into the air, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air. The heavy fall of his body broke his neck.

In just one moment, he died completely.

"Long live!"

"Heavenly Father (holy fire) bless your lord count."

"Long live the Earl!"

"May the just Lord live long!"

The sound of people roaring like a tsunami sounded.

Lothar stood on the tower at the top of the castle. He listened to the shouts throughout the city and whispered: "This is the power of the so-called 'untouchables'."