The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 274 The Prisoner's Carnival of Locke ([-])

When Flynn was dragged to the trial stand again, he was already bloody and bloody like a piece of rotten meat.As he was dying, he was dragged by the soldiers and hung up on the wooden frame again, motionless like a dead fish, his body was covered with blood and filth, and his face was even blurred.

Jarrard Peel waved his hand, and a soldier immediately came up from under the trial table with a bucket of water, and poured water all over Flynn's head and face with a "crash", and he screamed involuntarily as the cold water stimulated him. Then he struggled feebly and moaned a few times, then fell silent again.

As a qualified carnival host, although Jarrard Peel disliked Flynn's dirty appearance mixed with saliva, phlegm, blood and dirt, he concealed his disgust and disgust very well.Jarrard Peale carefully held Flynn's chin with a roll of parchment so that the audience could see his painful expression, because it would give the judges a sense of accomplishment.

I have to say that Flynn at this time was indeed miserable enough, his lips were almost torn, and his face was covered in bloodstains from scratching. What was even more shocking was the pair of eyes, one of which was swollen and almost turned purple. There were red blood cells, but the other eye, which was not swollen, was tightly closed, and only a tear of blood trickled down slowly.

When Jarrard Peeljean spoke, his voice was extremely loud, with a sense of uprightness, which was completely inversely proportional to his dark and vicious heart: "Mr. Flynn, I'm so glad you were able to come back here alive. It's so passionate. Now, on behalf of all the judges, I will ask again—Mr. Flynn, do you admit to the charges against you?"

Flynn raised his head with difficulty, murmured a few times in a low voice, and then lowered his head again, because the magistrate had already loosened the support for his chin.Jarrad Pierjean went to the front of the stage, patted the air with both hands, and exclaimed: "This stubborn guy still insists he's innocent!"

The crowd in the audience immediately became excited, and many too crazy guys waved their arms vigorously, threatening and roaring loudly—hang him!Cut off his hands and feet!Quarter that bloody thief
Jarrard Pierjean waited for the climax of the audience to pass, and signaled the audience to be quiet again. He pretended to be sympathetic and loudly said: "Hang him? No, that would be too cruel. Poor Mr. Flynn just stole Cutting off his hands would be a good punishment. But before that, we have to make this stubborn thief plead guilty. Guards! First cut off a finger of our lovely Mr. Flynn, Make him sober."

The two soldiers immediately stepped forward and each grabbed Flynn's palm and pressed it against the beam of the wooden frame. One of the soldiers asked, "My lord, do you want to cut off that finger of his?"

Jarrard Pierjean, whose voice was starting to smoke, was about to take a break, and couldn't help being furious when he heard the words: "I have to decide this little thing, what a bunch of idiots! Cut off his right thumb."

After a while, following the movements of the two soldiers, Flynn, who was half unconscious, suddenly let out a miserable howl, shaking and struggling desperately like a spinefish just out of the water, which made the audience couldn't help cheering for it .Jarrad Pierjean stepped forward again and asked: "Mr. Flynn, do you plead guilty to the shameful charge of theft?"

While struggling, Flynn roared loudly with a leaky mouth: "No! I'm innocent! I'm not guilty!"

The magistrate's face darkened, and he also said loudly to the soldiers next to him: "Cut off his left thumb again!" Then there was another mournful howl.

Repeatedly, when Flynn lost a quarter of his fingers, the magistrate Jarrard Pierjean and the audience finally heard a satisfactory answer. Flynn, who was already trembling with pain, wailed and wailed: "Sir, please. Let me go. I'm willing to plead guilty. I'm a thief. Woohoo—please don't cut off my fingers again"

The magistrate Jared Pierjean and almost all the audience immediately cheered loudly, as if they had just completed some kind of sacred and glorious mission.They stared into bloody eyes that had become cruel, and kept cheering and roaring: "That damned thief! Kill him! Kill him! Hang him with a noose!"

Under the wooden platform, Misha'er and Miluna didn't dare to continue watching, they lay in William's arms in horror and trembled uneasily.William watched the "performance" on the stage coldly, holding the two little guys who were almost terrified. His eyes were as indifferent as ice on the highest point of the Spine of the World, but there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. anger.Yasuna, who was beside her, said in a disdainful and disgusted tone: "It's really a group of cruel and stupid beasts. Seeing what they have done to their own kind makes me sick."

William handed Misha and Meluna to the beautiful leader of the Frost Giants for her to hug, and while taking out the equipment from the space ring, he said in a cold tone: "They will pay for their stupidity. Originally, I I didn't intend to intervene, but now I've changed my mind. Let's not talk about that girl Selyse, since I met the young man above, I will save it, otherwise I will be worried for the rest of my life. Ya Su Na, now you take the two little girls and leave here first, and notify Finia to get ready."

Yasuna nodded, turned around holding Misha'er and Miluna and walked outside. Although there were huge crowds of people around, Yasuna was like an assault boat sailing against the current. Ruthlessly smashed and ran over.

William inserted the Qiushui knife in his waist, and worked together to install the bowstring for the war bow (when the hard bow is not in use, the bowstring needs to be removed for maintenance, so as to prevent the bow arm from being deformed due to long-term stress and strain), and straddle it obliquely. On the back, together with the war bow, there is also a bundle of feathered arrows.William checked his whole body carefully to make sure that he didn't miss anything. This was a habit he developed after several lives and deaths in his last life. Many times, an inconspicuous mistake could bring about a fatal crisis.

On the trial stand, Jarrard Pierjean said deliberately and slowly: "In view of your will, now we are about to make the following sentence. Thief Flynn, you were sentenced to the death of the stump for stealing two magic sons from a farmer. However, because of your request, we have decided not to cut off your hands, nor will we cut off your feet, or any other parts. You will be hanged by the gallows until the end of this carnival .If you are not dead by then, you will be allowed to go free. Haha, what a merciful sentence." The onlookers roared, laughed, and shouted "Hang him!" "Kill him !” and some other terrible suggestions of death penalty echoed in every corner of the square.

Just when Jarrard Pierjean delivered the verdict, a group of guards in purple cloaks escorted prisoner No. 6 to the wooden platform on the square. The prisoner who was escorted was a beautiful lady. Even the ugly and tattered blood-stained shirt could not hide her charm.

(End of this chapter)