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The boy shouted while holding a loudspeaker.

Regardless of how many people were killed just now, they can still eat when it's time to eat.

With the bursting atmosphere of the scene, it would be good if there were no human blood steamed buns.

However, everyone still gathered around the square and refused to move.

The boy looked at the unmoving crowd and was puzzled.

"What's the matter? Are you not going to get the food? Or is the scene too bloody, it doesn't matter, you can use bowls to take home and eat."

puff.

One resident knelt on the ground, and then like dominoes, everyone knelt.

"Thank you, thank you Lord Roja for giving us the opportunity to redress our grievances and avenge our grievances."

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Roja frowned, got up and shouted: "You are not allowed to kneel! Also, there are no adults here, you can call me Mr., or just call me by my name."

Roja knew that if they said this, they might not kneel down, but after a while, they would still become adults.

Slavery has been deeply ingrained, and it can only be changed slowly, and the next step is to pay close attention to the cultivation of the next generation.

However, there is a real shortage of teachers, craftsmen, and doctors in small towns. If it is just as usual, there is no shortage for a few powerful people, but when it becomes popular, there is really a shortage of people everywhere.

Talent, talent.

Luo Ya murmured in his heart, suddenly remembered something, and asked the old village chief who came back to him: "Village chief, the executioner just now is a talented man. He even chopped off hundreds of heads without seeing him gasping for breath. Where do you find it?" Yes, follow us in the future."

The old village chief who was moved by the scene of thousands of people kneeling together wiped his tears and said: "Ah, you say him, he is a well-known executioner in the town, and his skills are passed down from his ancestors."

"This, can this thing be passed down from generation to generation?"

The corner of Roja's mouth twitched, feeling that this world is really quite magical.

"That's right, he has been doing this since his great-grandfather. He was taken to the execution ground by his father to practice at the age of 15. I watched it at the time."

The old village chief said.

In this decadent empire that has been passed down for thousands of years, turmoil and suppression are the norm. How many heads are not cut off that day to add to the fun?

"Okay, what's the name of the executioner?"

"Delevincent."

Roja: "..."

Dude, it's no wonder he doesn't even take a breath for beheading hundreds of people.

It turns out that the buffs are all stacked.

Chapter 107 Glory Executioner

My name is Dry Vincent, and I am a beheading professional in the town. I am a craftsman who has been in the family for three generations and is still there after using the knife.

Beheading is a technical job. With a swing of the steel knife, the head falls to the ground. It seems easy, but how to cut smoothly, the knife will not get stuck in the neck, and the blade will not curl. This is all accumulated experience over time.

In fact, I know more than beheading. The former mayor liked to crucify the criminals and let them die alive in the sun. I am the only one in the whole town who has the skills to crucify people for several days without falling off.

Accomplices, lackeys, and ghosts will not let you go.

This is the most abuse I've ever heard, spittle attacks are more common, I was sad at first but then I didn't care, I never felt like I was a good person and I didn't feel like I was a bad person.

I am just an ordinary executioner. Only by beheading their heads can I make a living. This is my job.

Some people say I should go to hell, but aren’t I already in hell?

Even if I don't kill the captured prisoners, someone will still kill them.

Once the mayor thought my asking price was too high, so he asked another person to behead him, but the blade got stuck in his neck, and the prisoner broke free from the restraint due to the severe pain, hanging his head and howling like a chicken whose neck had been wiped. Running around, blood was everywhere.

Everyone panicked and panicked. Wherever the prisoner ran, people scattered everywhere.

Fortunately, my eyes were quick and my hands were quick. I grabbed the handle of the machete stuck on the prisoner's neck and pulled it hard along the bones and joints, and the head fell off, ending the prisoner's painful torture.

The mayor was very happy and asked me to behead the new executioner who succeeded me, saying that I would do all the work in the town in the future, and the price would increase by [-]%.

So I originally planned to go to the slaughterhouse to apply for a job as a butcher, but I only lost my job for a few hours, and then I went back to my old job.

After I went there, fewer people scolded me. Some of the prisoners' family members even gave me gifts and money, hoping that I could give the prisoner a good time when he was executed.

I accept all offers with a smile, because even if they don't give gifts and money, I usually do.

When beheading, sharpen the knife a few hours in advance to ensure a single cut.

During the crucifixion, I will make some hands and feet on the nails, and carve a bloodletting groove, so that the prisoner will suffer from blood loss and shock in just half an hour, and die within two hours, and will not be tortured by the sun for several days.

Several years passed like this. One day, the new mayor led a group of people to occupy the town and arrested the original mayor.

I hid in the house and sharpened the knife overnight, because I knew that work would be very busy these days.

Sure enough, an old man soon came to my door and asked me to work. Not only was the reward rich, but he also gave me a machete as a gift.

What is it called Ghost Head Knife? I played around with it a few times and found it to be very handy. The person who invented this knife must be a colleague.

The old man said that it was the new mayor who asked for the knife to cut off the head, and he also taught me a set of procedures before beheading.

If you want to behead, just behead, no matter what process you go through.

I didn't understand it very well, but I still spent half a day practicing it. After all, they gave me too much.

The day of execution came.

I was shocked, no wonder the remuneration is so rich, originally I had to cut hundreds of pieces, usually this is the amount of a year, but I cut them all in one day, it seems that the time to test my skills has come.

After I went through the process, I found that there were far fewer prisoners who were stubborn than before.

Especially when the wine was sprayed on the knife and the sunlight was reflected on the prisoner's face by the smooth blade, all the cursing stopped and only the sound of begging for mercy remained, which was amazing.

And when I was chopping off these people's heads, the onlookers cheered and even asked me not to sharpen my sword so much.

It was unprecedented. In the past, they were silent and numb. At most, the crying of the family members of the prisoners was heard at the scene. Sometimes there was no such thing, because the whole family was sent to the cross by the mayor.

I remembered that when I first debuted, my father forced me to swing the butcher knife at a child.

That night, I cried and couldn't sleep at night. The child was ignorant and innocent, and the simple and innocent eyes always appeared in my mind. He might not even know the meaning of death.

I wanted to give up this job that could support my family, but my father didn’t beat me up, instead he took me to a tavern and got drunk. He told me that people in this line of work should be confused and not too clear.

I realized it, and used the reward money from beheading the child to pay the wine bill, and from then on I became confused every time I beheaded.

But father, you are wrong!You are dead wrong!

The common people cheered as their vengeance was avenged, and the dark clouds over the town dissipated.

De Levincent had never had a love in his life, a love of execution work.

Seeing those rich and powerful landlords who oppressed their common people become his souls under the sword, he was really... so excited.

So much so that when the knife was moved to the mayor's head, Drai Vincent was in a daze.

He had seen too many people bow down to the mayor, flattering them like dogs.

In this remote town, the mayor is like a local emperor, getting wind and rain when he wants.

Now such a person will also die under the sword of Delevincent.

He decided that if there is still such a punishment, then he will hang out with the new mayor in the future, and even if he pays less for this, he wants to feel comfortable.

"Draven, what's the matter, you can do it with me in the future, and the salary will be increased by [-]% according to your original salary, and there will be more heads to be beheaded next."

Roja said that the revolution will kill people, and it is not called a revolution if people don't die. His ambition will not stop at a small town.

If you want to set off a red wave in this decaying feudal empire, if you don't kill people and turn the world upside down, how can you use the blood of the enemy to dye the red flag.

"Mayor, I fucked you, but my name is Dravencent, not Draven."

Delevincent said a little aggrieved that the new mayor is good at everything, but he is a little forgetful and can't always remember his name.

"Alright, Vincent, from now on you will be our honored executioner."

Roja nodded.

In the future, the number of people in Vincent's reality in this world will probably be greater than the number of people in Vincent's game in his previous life.

Delevingne:  …

Forget it, mayor, you can call him whatever you like.

"Talent, talent, where are you?"

Looking at Draven's back, Roja felt a little worried.

Now he finally understood what Uncle Li said.

What is the most important thing in the 21st century?Talent!

Don't talk about the 21st century, if you say this in that century, that world will work.

Roja now has several jobs, such as mayor, principal, teacher, military officer, textbook writer, etc.

The unscrupulous boss only treats one person as three servants when he squeezes his employees, but he is better off, he squeezes himself, and he can't wait for a shadow clone technique.

Chapter 108 Education starts with children

"Mr. Roya, are you sure it is a vehicle that takes children to study in the town? This is a dangerous species."

The old village chief looked at the giant beast as tall as a four or five-story building, sweating all over his body in the winter.

This giant beast is a common dangerous species in their area - earth dragon.

"Village Chief, don't worry, this thing runs reliably, and it's faster, much better than a carriage."

Roja smiled and patted Earth Dragon's back armor.

The earth dragon shivered and lay on the ground, with a very human and flattering look in its eyes.

My family members don't know, I was lying on the ground and sleeping on the sand in winter, and suddenly I was pulled out with one hand.

How can I bear this?I want to let this lifeless human experience my wake-up energy on the spot.

As a result, this human grabbed my tail and smashed it "eighty, eighty" towards the ground, muttering "Are you convinced, are you convinced?"