You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 118 The Greedy Blasphemer

"Time is up?"

Jared's mind was already filled with fear that couldn't go away.

He could not understand the message in Yig's speech.

Time is up?

Whose time is up?

What time is it?
The answer to the question seems to be right in front of you one moment, and as far away as the horizon the next.

Jared knew the answer from the very beginning, though.

He just doesn't want to face it.

Facing that sad, hopeless end.

After reaching the extreme level of fear, his body no longer trembled.

Instead, there was a bone-chilling chill that came from within.

The chill froze Jared's body.

He leaned against the wall, like a statue tightly connected to the wall.

The tearful face also froze.

Ig studied the face.

From top to bottom, bottom up.

Can't approve of Jared's aesthetic.

ugly!
so ugly!

On top of excess there is excess.

The superfluous body covers the real treasure!

The breath of the black-robed priest became dull.

The hearts of the jailers standing around him beat to that depressing rhythm.

They were afraid that one of them might not be careful and attract Ige's attention.

Eagle moved.

He took two steps forward and came to the motionless Jared.

He looked into Jared's eyes.

His eyes were full of pleading.

plead.
Pleading? !

The anger instantly spread to every corner of Ige's body.

An indescribable feeling of betrayal came over me.

I grant you time before you die.

He also promised you your destination after death.

What are you still asking for? !

Why do you still dare to beg? !

greedy.

greedy.

Greedy greedy greedy greedy greedy greedy.

My tolerance was exchanged for greed! ! !
Eagle's body began to tremble.

The brain is whining.

Throat becomes dry.

There was a painful howl.

why.

Why can't you understand me?

Why, why do you respond to my tolerance with greed?
Ignatius's crimson eyes were swollen with rage.

He stared closely at Jared, who was still displaying his evil, greedy desires unbridled.

There is no cure.

This kind of scum is beyond redemption!

Anger controlled Ig.

The clear silver light undulated on the surface of his body.

The black-robed priest took a step forward.

The bulging veins guided his right fist.

call out--

A silver-white fist light suddenly bloomed so fast that people couldn't react at all!

Light filled Jared's eyes for an instant.

He saw something deep down there.

That is
That is
That is destruction! ! !

Iger's powerful fist rushed towards Jared's head with unparalleled power.

Anger spurred all his strength.

be quick.

Be strong.

We must completely destroy that greedy evil creature that has no etiquette and shame!

In the name of etiquette.

Crush his head! ! !

next second.

The terrifying force bombarded Jared's head.

boom--

An extremely short and crisp explosion sounded.

Time seemed to have stopped in this violent collision.

The protection of bones and muscles is meaningless.

Nothing can stop the glorious ceremonial judgment!

"what!--"

Severe, indescribable pain enveloped Jared's every nerve.

It made him feel that all the previous punishments he had suffered in prison were so sweet and so out of reach.

The horrific torture made Jared want to tear his own face and skin off!
The pain is getting stronger.

Finally, the mind-destroying tipping point was reached.

At this moment.

Jared's heart was filled with madness and resentment.

He hates.

Hating yourself is a living thing.

Hate myself even more.
Have a head! ! !

"what!--"

There was another heart-rending cry.

Jared's voice broke off.

Blood and brain plasma leave the body.

He had completely met his end.

flutter--

The body without the head lost all its strength and fell to the cold ground of the cell.

And on the wall behind the body.

It's a weird, scarlet, twisted
rectangle!
after a long time.

The boiling blood fell silent.

Iger looked away from his work expressionlessly.

The blood of sinners is indeed the best companion for painters.

It's a pity that my talent is not enough.

The current level achieved has improved compared to previous levels.

But compared with the supreme and sacred rectangle left by the gods, the gap is more than a world of difference!

When will we be able to understand even a hint of the charm of the Holy Fang?

Ige frowned, and suddenly heard rapid breathing from the right rear, and then a thumping sound on the ground.

He looked over and saw a pale-faced jailer who had fainted on the ground.

"What's up with him?"

Igo asked calmly.

There was still a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

The prison in the north of the city looks like it is in a state of disuse from top to bottom.

Or is there something wrong with their thinking?
Hearing the coldness in the tone of the terrifying black-robed priest in front of him, the jailer holding the man's heart was alarmed. His mind was clearer than ever before, and he hurriedly explained:
"Master Yiyige, Alba couldn't breathe, so he fainted." Yige showed a kind smile, but because his muscles were still twitching, it looked chilling:

"is it?"

"I thought he agreed with Jared's words and was afraid of being discovered, so he passed out."

The muscles in the jailer's whole body were extremely tense. He left his unconscious friend behind and his voice was slightly trembling:

"Lord Ige, we are all people who pursue the way of etiquette in our dreams."

"How could it be that you have the same rebellious thoughts as Jared!"

“The great God of Ceremony is so kind and so just.”

"For someone like Jared, who slanders the gods, to be able to provide materials for the great rectangle is simply a blessing."

As he said that, the jailer saw that Ige's expression seemed to have softened a little, and he quickly continued:
"Of course, this also shows that Lord Ige, you practice etiquette wholeheartedly and lead us stupid people."

"You have told us with your practical actions what 'etiquette' and what 'kindness' are."

“Praise for etiquette!”

The jailer became more and more fluent as he talked, and he felt like he was about to convince himself.

After listening, Ige didn't answer.

It seems that the next focus of Chengbei Prison's work is to improve etiquette education in addition to improving security.

The black-robed priest shook off the blood stains on his hands and turned to leave.

It's time for execution soon.

He had to change his clothes first.

Tarek Avenue is the busiest main road in the entire Tarek.

It starts from the south gate of the city and extends all the way north.

The end point is Piazza San Fang.

Although Saint Fang Square is basically built on the original Saint Zemla Square.

But its relative liveliness is obviously inferior to that of the former Saint Zemla Square.

Both traveling merchants and local merchants in Tarek like to rent a shop or set up a stall directly on Tarek Avenue and Niman Street.

Very few people open their shops to Saint-Fang Square.

This is mainly because Shengfang Square is very close to the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, and the rent for the few shops is ridiculously high.

For the City Lord's Mansion, it doesn't matter if the bunk is empty.

Once there are fewer shops in Shengfang Square, the flow of people will naturally be smaller, and the residents who go to various city departments to do business in the city main courtyard will have less trouble.

Secondly, there are few stores, and the flow of people is naturally clear, which is also conducive to the guards' guarding and interrogation work.

In this way, there is naturally no incentive to rent out at a lower price here in the City Lord's Mansion.

However, the more prices are not lowered, the more motivated many businessmen are to open their shops in Shengfang Square.

After all, further north of the square are various departments in the city, where all the elites come and go.

Being able to do their business may not necessarily have an advantage in terms of profit compared to the small-profit but quick-turnover model, but the style of the brand will immediately be different.

Many middle-class businessmen who are still struggling in Tarek regard opening a store in Shengfang Square as an opportunity to enter the city's upper class society.

In the end, all twelve bunks in the Square were occupied.

These businessmen are happy with the high rents.

The reason why there are only twelve bunks in such a large square is because more than half of the square is occupied by another thing - the Holy Square Wall.

The towering walls block the view of pedestrians, making it impossible to see what's going on inside.

The guards stationed all year round will also drive away those who stay here.

Over time, all residents of "Talek" will naturally avoid this area when passing through Holy Square Square.

Tonight, however, things changed.

A large number of people gathered around the Holy Square Square, especially in the open space in front of the Holy Square Wall.

Citizens crowded together, and some even climbed trees to get a clearer view ahead.

The moon is not bright tonight, but fortunately the surrounding shops are brightly lit, and rows of oil lamps are lit on the holy square wall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the first two and 30 meters of the entrance to the Holy Square Wall.

There is a huge wooden platform raised high, about seven meters wide and five meters long.

The wooden platform is made of solid and durable oak, polished to a mirror-smooth finish and painted black.

Under the light of the lights, it still gives people an eerie feeling.

The entire wooden platform is surrounded by a tall, thick fence.

These fences are connected by chains and anchored to the ground with heavy iron rings.

Guards were posted at every corner inside and outside the fence.

They stood tall and straight, unaffected by the noisy sounds around them.

This time Peter came with his wife.

Jingyu's recent situation is very strange.

Last week's salary was only half paid, and the foremen were indifferent.

So Peter and many of his co-workers left work early.

As far as he knows, many people have already started looking for other homes.

We are all old and young people, and we cannot bear the pressure of losing our jobs.

Peter was very confident in Jingyu. After all, the City Lord's Palace had previously issued a notice announcing that after investigation, "Glorious Clapham" was not involved in York's matter.

In this case, Jingyu naturally has no reason to close down.

But the management of the factory has been so chaotic recently, and it seems that Clapham has never come to take charge of it. Is there really something wrong?
Pete thought about it, shook his head, and put these things behind him.

For now, let’s enjoy the benefits of getting off work early!
Because he arrived early, he and his wife grabbed a relatively front seat.

In the front, there are basically reserved seats for members of the painting club.

It can be said that this is an absolutely good location.

In fact, he originally did not want to bring his wife here, and he himself was not very interested in execution.

But later, neighbors and friends were discussing this unprecedented and novel event, and the factory fell into chaos again.

That's why he thought of coming over to see what happened to the culprit, and to vent some of his annoyance.

What surprised him was that among the people around him, not to mention those with wives, there were also many with children.

The children's voices formed a sharp contrast with the gloomy execution platform.

Peter was a little dissatisfied with the children's parents, but due to his status, he had to look away.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Peter saw the tall man on his left take out a silver pocket watch from his breast pocket.

He followed with a glance.

It's now 6:55pm.

Sudden.

The crowd became extremely loud and chaotic.

Peter looked back and saw someone raising his hand high and pointing to the right.

Some excited people also rushed in that direction, but were stopped by the guards who were waiting for them.

Pete followed the trail and looked forward.

Sure enough, a black team appeared suddenly from the shadows.

The leader is the city lord known to every resident of "Talek" - Ige.

His deep eyes contained impressive majesty.

The dim night and howling night wind hit his black robe, but they couldn't shake his steps at all.

Behind the Lord of the City are various important figures from the painting club that everyone rarely has the opportunity to come into contact with on weekdays, and even some of the painting club's names have not been heard of.

They all wore black robes, said nothing, and did not turn their eyes to the crowd of spectators.

As the team continued to advance, everyone present subconsciously spoke softer.

Everyone seemed to be infected by the solemnity of the team's silence.

In the center of the team, Peter could vaguely see an emaciated prisoner bound by thick shackles.

There was no doubt that that man was York.

The black team quickly approached the execution platform, and then naturally divided into two groups.

One group went to the seats below, while the other group, led by the Lord of the City, took York along with them along the wooden ladder to the execution platform.

At this moment, Peter finally saw the face of this drug dealer clearly.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes were small and full of fear.

Her hair hangs down in front of her forehead like bunches of black ribbons.

Messy and greasy.

Although there are some differences from the picture on the execution notice, it can still be seen that the two are the same person.

York was on the execution platform, facing the bustling crowd and countless pairs of eyes staring at him. If it were not forcibly held up by two members of the painting society, he could hardly stand still.

However, his trembling appearance did not inspire sympathy in Peter.

Even if we don't talk about the bad influence he brought to Jingyu, the fact that he is a drug dealer shows that he is absolutely a scumbag who does not deserve sympathy.

There are many people who have the same idea as Pete.

Soon, a roar came from the crowd, and there was thunder on the ground:

"You bastard, you sell moonweed, right? I *you*!!"

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