LOL: I'm a bad prince in Demacia

Chapter 272 The Day of Execution
Lu Qi smiled lightly: "You understand, but you are not that important."

"Yeah, I'm just a mouse in the dark after all." Silas didn't deny it, and looked at Lu Qi with a little pity in his eyes: "I'm just a pity now, I didn't succeed just now. I'm curious, are you You have done too many things that you need to be beaten, so you have specially trained your body skills to this level?"

He felt that his surprise attack was already very successful, but unexpectedly, he dodged it, and it seemed that it only caused a little scratch.

Lu Qi smiled casually: "You guessed it right."

Such a decisive admission silenced Silas, and he closed his eyes, showing with actions that he didn't want to talk any more.

"Tomorrow is your sentence. I think you can calm down and think about the meaning of life during this time. You said why you can't think about it? It feels like after you, I won't meet someone like you again for a long time gone."

Lu Qi's tone was still a bit regretful, and he sighed: "We are destined not to last long."

Silas twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to speak, but held back.

If it was really fate, then he felt that his fate must be very bad.

Moreover, being with this kind of guy for a long time is more uncomfortable for Silas than killing him.

After Lu Qi finished speaking, he turned and left.

At the door, Deirdre was waiting, and when he saw Lu Qi coming out, he immediately went up to meet him: "Your Highness, before the guy inside is executed, do you want my subordinate to help you vent your anger?"

"No need, give him a good meal before he dies, and I'll pay for it."

Lu Qi waved his hand lightly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Deirdre responded immediately.

After Lu Qi left.

Deirdre returned to Silas's cage, holding a long whip in his hand, he opened the door of the cage, and threw the whip down without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, which seemed to be the sound of skin being torn apart, exploding like firecrackers.

The severe pain instantly made Silas groan, and the next second he clenched his teeth, and a shocking welt immediately appeared on his body.

Immediately, Deirdre said in a cold voice: "Your Highness is very unhappy with your behavior today, so he specifically explained that you should not think about it even before you die."

After all, there was another "snap", and the whip fell heavily.

After just two lashes, Silas's body was ripped open and dripping with blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

The severe pain made his forehead soaked with sweat, and he gritted his teeth tightly and clenched his fists.

"Hehehe, I also have something to say to you."

The next second, Silas smiled disdainfully, and looked at Deirdre with contempt: "You dog."

Deirdre's face was filled with anger, and without saying a word, he slammed down the whip again.

Every fall of his whip made Silas more conscious.

10 minute later.

Deirdre walked out of the cell, threw the blood-soaked whip aside, and bowed to the person in front of him: "My lord, Number Zero is half dead."

The person in front of him was none other than Eldred.

Hearing this, Eldred took out two bottles of potions and handed them to Deirdre: "The red one is taken internally, and the blue one is applied externally. The injury will recover tomorrow. Be careful not to let others see it. If there is a situation, Come and report to me."

"Yes!"

Deirdre responded immediately, took the potion, turned around again, and went back to the cell.

And Eldred stared slightly at the half-dead figure in the cell, then turned around and left without looking back.

on the way home.

It was already evening.

in the carriage.

Lu Qi opened the curtain, quietly watching the scenery along the street, watching the harmonious scenes on the street.

As time passed, he became quite familiar with the streets of the capital, and he was no longer as unfamiliar as a country bumpkin after entering the city.

Maybe it's because I'm used to all this, so when I look at it, I can't help but feel that everything is beautiful.

After a while, he put down the curtain, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and began to think quietly.

Today, the development direction of the scientific research institute is right.

Technology will bring magical power to an era and make it advance rapidly.

However, what Demacia needs most right now is not this.

For hundreds of years, this noble country that advocates justice has followed the same path as any country in any era.

Presumably, the final outcome is also very different.

But if you want to change this ending, you must fundamentally solve the problem.

Lu Qi feels that when the time is ripe, it is almost here.

He has been preparing for this day for a long time.

When he got home, it was already dark, and a few scattered stars dotted the night sky.

Looking at the night sky, Lu Qi's heart was surprisingly peaceful.

in the palace.

Jarvan III's office.

Xin Zhao pushed open the door and presented the matter of the prison in the afternoon in the form of a memorial.

After Jiawen III, who was approving the memorial, took it, he opened it and looked at it twice, his eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't say anything, he just put the memorial aside and continued to approve other things.

As for Xin Zhao, he also quietly waited aside.

Russell's mansion.

In a slightly quiet mansion.

Russell stood by the window, raised his head slightly, looked at the crescent moon that quietly revealed a corner of the sky, and reflected the night sky in his calm water eyes.

Behind him was a bowed Stewart, who seemed to be reporting something.

And beside him, stood several ministers.

Demonseeker headquarters.

Eldred's office.

At night, the lights were not turned on, making the room very dark.

The bright moonlight poured in from the open window and shone on Eldred.

His eyes calmly stared at the fountain in the open space outside.

For many people, this night was particularly difficult to sleep, and it passed very quickly.

As if it was just a blink of an eye, the night passed in a hurry.

The next day, dawn.

On the street, newsboys yelled hard.

"Quick news! At noon today, there will be a felon in the execution ground who will be executed! It is reported that he is the most vicious and vicious number one mage 15 years ago!"

The crisp yelling combined with just a few words attracted enough attention.

It had been a while since there had been a death row prisoner in the capital, so the matter quickly spread everywhere and attracted the attention of many people.

Before noon, outside the execution ground, a lot of melon-eating people had already gathered.

The mouth is talking about the prisoner who will be sentenced to death.

"The vicious mage 15 years ago? Who is it?"

"I hear it's Silas of Sideditch."

"This name. Why is it so familiar to me?"

"It's familiar to me, I think I heard it when I was a child. It seems that 15 years ago, he attacked the demon seeker team, resulting in many deaths. Later, he fled all the way and caused destruction everywhere. The demon seeker took a lot of effort to catch him live."

"The prisoner 15 years ago? Why did he come to execute him today?"

"You don't know this. Fifteen years ago, Silas, who caused such a disaster, was only a minor."

"Hiss, at such a young age, you almost let the demon hunters be helpless?"

"Or it is said that all mages are dangerous."

"When will these mages be caught?"

"No, in these 15 years, he should have grown up long ago. Why is he executed today?"

"This is the gossip. I heard that this guy offended His Royal Highness the Second Prince. His Royal Highness was so angry that he brought up the old matter again and wanted to execute him."

"This guy is so courageous. He can offend someone like His Royal Highness the Second Prince?"

People are talking about it, talking about it everywhere.

Some have an attitude of only eating melons, while others have a strong sense of substitution, explaining the events of the year as if they were personally experienced.

More and more people know about Silas in Biangou Town, and they have shown different attitudes towards what he did back then.

What's more, directly and strongly supported the decision to execute Silas.

More and more people gathered around, almost filling the execution ground with water.

More and more people began to pay attention to this execution.

With the appearance of the guards, the discipline of the scene began to be organized. As the sun became stronger and stronger, noon was approaching.

Soon, from the direction of the prison, a group of people appeared in the sight of the crowd.

Headed by a few guards on horseback, wearing silver armor and the iconic blue cloak, followed by a few more.

Among them, a black-haired prisoner was covered with shackles, and the chain around his neck was led forward by a guard. Even the end of the iron chain on his wrist and ankle had a heavy iron ball.

Every step he took was extremely difficult, he looked very slow, as if full of exhaustion, his face was expressionless, black hair drooped on his forehead, and his black eyes showed no emotion.

Soon, people voluntarily moved out of the way, and every pair of eyes was on Silas, sizing him up.

"It really is the murderer's eyes, without emotion."

"The aura on him is really scary."

"Is this the vicious mage back then?"

"Heh, no matter how powerful it is, it's still a prisoner?"

"Does no one feel sorry for him?"

"Are you sympathizing with a mage?"

All kinds of voices sounded from the crowd, such as disgust, hatred, sympathy, slander, abuse, sigh, pity.
Under the instigation of some demon fanatics, many people's attitudes towards mages can be described as very bad.

But beyond that, it wasn't just the voices on the field.

Fifteen years have passed, but not many people really know what happened to Silas that year.

Most of the stories that come out of people's mouths are rumors, and the more they spread, the more outrageous they become.

Some people say that Silas is even a villain who killed nearly a hundred people without batting an eye.

However, what more people think is, is Silas, who was only a minor at that time, really so cruel.

In other words, is the meaning he represents, "mage", really the same?
As newspapers entered people's lives, various books also filled people's cognition, and later newspapers unlocked more and more sections.

Comics, novels, and short stories have also successfully integrated into people's lives.

It broadens their horizons and makes them more capable of independent thinking.

Among them is a book called "Complete Record of Runeterra", which is especially loved by people.

The book tells the knowledge and content of various places in Runeterra, including Ionia, Shurima, Piltover and even Noxus and Freljord.

The customs and humanities of various places, the very substantial content allows people to see a richer Runeterra.

Mage, it seems, is not something weird in this land.

As Silas was escorted to the execution platform, everyone's attention fell there.

He was pressed under the beheading platform, his body was fixed, unable to move, and it seemed that he was only a few strokes away from death.

At this time, there was an uproar in the crowd.

"It's His Royal Highness the Second Prince!"

"His Royal Highness Lu Qi!"

"His Royal Highness has also come to see the punishment!"

Many people quickly noticed that there was a carriage coming from a distance, which was undoubtedly the royal carriage.

And the curtain lifted by the carriage revealed Lu Qi's face.

His eyes as still as water made instant contact with Silas who was kneeling on the Xingtai, and then he lowered the curtain.

The carriage did not leave, as if waiting quietly.

Not long after, as noon came, a judge in white slowly walked up to Xingtai.

The scene slowly quieted down.

"Sylas of Side Ditch, the council has reached a consensus that you are a hopeless magic user."

The judge was dressed in sacred white clothes, standing under the sun, and delivered the verdict in a fair and ruthless voice.

"Your sins will eventually be repaid. As for your duty, I sentence you to beheaded. God of protection, everyone present is a witness. May you find light in the darkness of death."

The sound of the trial fell completely, followed by an executioner who covered his head and face with a cloth and only his eyes were exposed, holding a gleaming chopping knife in his hand.

The executioner has a strong figure, and no one doubts whether he can cut off the prisoner's head with a single knife.

It seemed like everything was coming to an end.

Silas bowed his head, sporadic black hair fell down, his eyes were calm, and his body remained motionless, as if he was ready to die.

However, there were still cold sweat dripping from the foreheads on both sides.

Anyone will feel fear in the face of death.

Even Silas, without exception.

At this moment, his heart was beating faster like a drum, and the blood all over his body seemed to be flowing backwards, suppressing the fear of death in his heart.

The saliva was constantly secreted in the throat, blocking all the sounds, as if stuck in the throat, so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit.

As the executioner walked behind him, Silas's heartbeat reached its limit at this moment, and his palms were constantly sweating.

At this moment, even the sunlight falling from the sky made Silas feel extremely dazzling.

The body is cold, without any symptoms.

Will he die?

Will he really die here?
Is it really over?
"cut!"

The judge shouted loudly.

"Cut!" The executioner shouted loudly, and was about to swing down the beheading knife in his hand.

(End of this chapter)