Chapter 349 Guillotine

People's noisy arguments and whispers continued, but due to the thousand-year-old prestige of the Bosk family, no one dared to stand up.

Medrash glanced at the people who were either afraid or panicked, and his pure black eyes narrowed slightly.

"Everyone, this is a public trial of the kingdom. You can exercise your power to the fullest and don't have any fear."

"Hehehe"

Suddenly, laughter came from the podium.

Holleren, who had been silent all the time, trembled and raised his head, and a wanton smile appeared on his blood-stained face.

"Evil dragon family, your conspiracy will never succeed."

"Stravburg will always be the territory of the Bosk family. The blood of the lion will never surrender!"

"I am Holleren. Bosk, the eldest son of Grand Duke Leo. No one except my father is qualified to judge me!"

Holeren spitted bloody saliva and cursed at Medrash, which seemed to mean that he was willing to risk his life.

"You are asking for death, right?"

Medrolash wiped the blood from his face, his expression was not angry at all, but he asked calmly.

"You want to be killed in the process of resisting the enemy like in those epic stories, and finally become a hero remembered by people."

"Unfortunately, I won't do what you want."

Medrolash shook his head gently, and he slowly walked to Holleran's side.

"Let me tell you-you will become a sinner judged by the people, nailed to the pillar of shame in history, become a laughing stock in your family history, and also become the beginning of the complete demise of the nobles in the North."

Tiflin's words were low, like the whisper of the devil, echoing in his ears.

Holleran raised his head with difficulty, gritting his teeth and staring at Tieflin.

"You, you are dreaming!"

"The tenacious Scandians will not listen to your nonsense!"

Suddenly, a mocking sneer appeared on Medrolash's face.

"Is it really what you said?"

The tiefling turned around, drew out the long sword from his waist, and held it high in the sun.

"I promise you in the name of the Duke of the Burning Kingdom that anyone who participates in the public trial and whose accusations are true will not bear any responsibility afterwards!"

"And"

He said with an impassioned tone, and paused.

"You still have a chance to share part of the property of the Marquis Holleran Bosk according to the laws of the kingdom."

The crowd was in an uproar again.

That was the property of the Marquis of the North, the eldest son of Grand Duke Leo!

There were countless manors and mines under Holleran, and the gold coins stored in the Marquis's mansion alone would probably be unimaginable to ordinary civilians.

In the face of huge interests, even the power of the nobles became insignificant.

And in the crowded crowd, many people were eager to try and were ready to give it a try.

"Despicable!"

"You, you are starting a riot!"

Holeron, who was tied to the wooden frame, roared at the top of his lungs, but Medrash didn't even look at him.

"My Lord!"

"I, I have a crime to accuse!"

A trembling male voice suddenly sounded.

People gathered their eyes and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged man in simple clothes.

His rough hands were entangled together, his face was full of sweat due to extreme tension, and even his lips were a little pale, but it still couldn't cover up the deep hatred in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Lululun, Lulun Pierce, a merchant in the east of the city."

"Please speak."

Medrolash immediately showed joy on his face and stretched out his hand to signal the man to speak.

"Holeran. No, Holleran. Bosk, he brought his soldiers to rob all the money and food in my shop in the name of 'great collection'."

"His knights also kidnapped my wife and daughter on the charge of disrespecting the nobles!"

At first, Lu Lun's words were a little stumbling, but as the story went on, his tone became more and more high-pitched and angry.

"I thought they were imprisoned, so I chased them desperately and raised money everywhere to redeem them."

"Finally, I found their bodies in the military camp outside the city. They were tortured to death."

At the end, his voice was hoarse.

Lu Lun's eyes were full of tears.

In the end, he seemed to want to completely pour out his long-suppressed emotions. He actually touched the dirty snow and mud on the ground and smashed it hard at Holleran on the high platform.

"Pah!"

Holeran on the high platform had dirty snow and mud all over his face, looking embarrassed, without the manners of a northern nobleman at all.

"Nonsense!"

"This is a blatant slander!"

"This bastard took the dragon's gold coins!"

Holeren, with his hair disheveled, cursed at Lulun in the audience, wishing he could kill him on the spot.

He was a marquis, and had never been insulted like this!

In front of tens of thousands of people!

Holeren didn't realize that the nightmare had just begun.

The order of the Principality of Bosk has always been better than that of other northern countries, but even so, many cruel things still happened in this infamous "Great Collection".

After all, the soldiers of this era are never reasonable.

After listening to Lulun's words, the people present sighed, some even shed tears, and more people were ignited with anger.

More importantly, with Lu Lun, the "first bird", taking the lead, they no longer have to worry about the consequences and can speak freely.

It can be said that one stone stirs up a thousand waves.

"I also have a crime to accuse!"

"Me too!"

"His knights smashed my house!"

"They killed my mother!"

"They took away our winter food and starved my son to death!"

At this moment, justice and evil, dragons and nobles are no longer important.

People need to vent.

They are indignant and rush to accuse the crimes of the nobles of the North in this public trial, telling the past that they once kept silent and dared not speak.

Trishka and Holleren are the two main persons in charge of the "Great Collection".

In order to show off in front of the Duke, they often lead the soldiers to collect food and military expenses in person.

Now that Count Trishka is dead, Marquis Holleren Bosque has become the only outlet for people's hatred.

People are caught in a passionate and furious atmosphere. Mud, branches and even stones were constantly thrown onto the stands and hit the Marquis Holleren.

"No"

"You are a bunch of untouchables and traitors"

"How could you have survived without our Bosque family?"

However, the crowd's shouting overwhelmed his weak rebuttal, and no one cared about what he said.

At this moment, Holleren Bosque was in a mess. He was tied to a wooden frame, covered with scars and dirt. His blood-stained face showed a ferocious expression, and there was no trace of the so-called lion bloodline.

In the eyes of the people, he seemed to be no different from those criminals.

Finally, Medrash raised his voice and pronounced:

"After a public trial by the people of Stratford, Holleren Bosque committed a series of crimes such as intentional homicide, embezzlement, bribery, and robbery."

"As the spokesperson of the evil northern regime, Holleren Bosque committed extremely serious crimes and had an extremely bad attitude. He was sentenced to multiple crimes and finally sentenced."

Medrash paused deliberately, wanting to make the people present feel more involved.

"Death penalty! Death penalty!"

The angry people in the audience shouted.

Until the voices gathered into a wave of sound like a sea, he said the last two words:

"Death penalty."

The tiefling guards stepped forward, lifted the cloth covering the guillotine, and escorted Holleran to it.

Holeran kept struggling, roaring with a ferocious face.

"No, no"

"You bastards, you are not qualified to judge me!"

"Traitor! You are all traitors!"

But all these struggles and resistances were useless. Under the tough actions of the tieflings, the marquis was still taken to the guillotine.

Even at the last moment, Holleran tried his best to raise his head.

"I am the eldest son of Grand Duke Leo--"

"Crack!"

Before the words fell, there was a crisp sound.

Followed by the blood-stained shiny blade, splattered blood, and cheers from the audience.

Under the deliberate guidance of the kingdom, the people of Stravburg broke the high and mighty status of the nobles of the Northland with their own hands.

"Tick, tick..."

The oblique trapezoidal knife on the guillotine was hung up again, and the bright red blood dripped from the edge. The sharp blade shone brightly in the sunlight, which seemed a bit dazzling. (End of this chapter)