At this time, they didn’t dare to take out the tower and bravely walked along the spiral staircase of the tower. They found that the first floor of the tower had already gone, and the outermost door of the building was completely open. Mrs. Miranda was livid and her thin nightgown quickly walked out of the tower, and the maid hurriedly followed.
A master and a servant were silent and soon disappeared in the alley in front of the tower. They needed to get back to the house as soon as possible.
Originally, I ran out to have an affair and somehow got involved in some kind of vendetta, but I did something shameful. I went around preaching more ways to save the knight Joshua from the evil hands, and Mrs. Miranda was in as bad a mood as possible.
But what made her feel worse was that the two villains didn’t look at themselves … and let the cold wind blow on the roof all night.
These two days kill villains! Madame Miranda cursed in her heart
Chapter 196 The trial
When that first ray of sunshine shine in the morning, this ancient city with a history of several hundred year gradually woke up.
The breeze blew away the morning fog, and the bushes and low walls on both sides of the city streets were covered with dew. The buildings in different shapes in the city sparkled in the morning sun.
Some onlookers gathered at the fountain in the central square of Ai Walson. Everyone pointed at the bronze statue of the Grand Duke of Busmann at the center of the pool.
It’s a giant bronze statue more than ten meters high, showing the first generation of the Grand Duke of Busmann riding a green dragon and flapping his wings to fly. The green dragon is a statue with 49 war reliefs carved around the pedestal, which covers the great achievements of the first generation of the Grand Duke of Busmann. Those war scrolls show that the people of Walson resist all kinds of animal tides and the beasts compete for various rich areas in Roland.
With the growing strength of the imperialists, although the campaign has stopped in recent hundreds of years, there are no small-scale conflicts. The Grimm Empire has occupied the vast land along the eastern coast of Roland, while the orcs live in the Pai Plateau, where the land is barren.
Of course, people in the square don’t pay attention to these things, but people see that there seem to be many young people hanging behind the fountain water curtain. These young people are hung shoulder-to-shoulder by ropes. Almost everyone in front of the sculpture group is stripped of a pair of pants, and their necks are hung with a wooden board with the names of each young aristocrat written in red paint. Some brief crimes they have committed.
The handwriting is very scrawled, even those boards look like the door panels of shops around the square, and I don’t know who stole them here.
This group of young people seems to be in a coma. Someone from the fountain tried to wake them up and shouted a few times, but they didn’t react.
"Hey, what mistakes these young people have made should be made public!" Someone in the crowd asked puzzled.
Some curious citizens crossed the fountain water curtain and ran inside to read those wooden words, then they came out of the fountain with strange faces and wiped their faces with their hands on the stone steps beside the fountain before grinning and saying to the citizens near the fountain
"I read a few plaques and probably said that they were a group of deserters who fled at the cold feet. It was because of a wrong tactical strategy in their frontline position that nearly 10,000 soldiers of a war regiment were slaughtered by the evil ghost legion, and then they abandoned the Bena legion and went to Walson to try to join the Busmann legion."
The bronze statue stands in the center of the fountain, and these young aristocrats are hung. The relief wall picture of the statue base is also unobtrusive across the fountain.
"If these people join the Busmann Legion, isn’t it that we are going to be cheated …" Someone said anxiously.
"Oh, my God!" A middle-aged woman immediately put her hand over her chest and her expression was very grandiose.
An old man with crutches was dressed in a decent aristocratic ceremony, and the crowd just said, "No! We want to stop this from happening. We want to jointly give it to the Walson City Council Hall. We must never let this matter pass the parliamentary vote. "
The old man who just fed the pigeons in the square immediately echoed, "Yes, I want to write a letter to the adults in parliament."
Of course, some people think and ask, "Who tied them here? Shouldn’t people like them be in prison?"
As soon as he finished speaking, people around him immediately asked, "Have you ever seen a noble living in prison?"
People in the central square of Ai Walson City are still arguing by the pool, but no one wants to save those young people before, such as saving these young aristocrats. That’s what Ai Walson Guard Camp is responsible for. Are they finished with them? These citizens prefer that the whole incident will bring a series of influences to Ai Walson City.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Stop arguing. The knights of the guard camp have arrived. Let them handle this."
Two knights of the guard camp came running from the opposite side of the central square. It was hot. They wore thin leather saddles with shields and knight’s swords. They came to the fountain and asked the surrounding citizens about the situation. Then they found the young nobles hanging on the pedestal of the statue. A young knight of the guard camp tried to go over and rescue these young nobles, but he was pulled by another older knight of the guard camp.
"Hey, man, wait a minute. We should make a report first. Few people in Walson dare to do such a thing!" Older guards battalion knight seems a little cautious.
The young knight looked suddenly and said, "You mean the master Quentin in the Busmann family?"
"I’m guessing, after all, you can’t say for sure until you figure out this kind of thing …" said the knight in the older guard camp.
The people in Walson Square are gathering more and more. This blatant contempt for aristocratic power and the publication of these young nobles’ misdeeds in the central square for trial by the people make the people in Walson City boil. A group of guards and knights maintain order in the square, but no one dares to openly rescue those young nobles.
And those young aristocrats don’t know what kind of magic they have won, but their vital signs are very normal. Occasionally, some convulsions occur in their bodies, and everyone thinks that it may be because they have been hung for a long time. No one thought that they were still struggling in nightmares.
By the time Quentin Busmann arrived at the central square of Ai Walson with the castle guards, it was near noon.
The scorching sun shines on the young aristocrats, and the breath of the scorching sun dispels the breath of those nightmares that can shadow them a little bit before they wake up slowly.
Quentin Busmann waved his hand with a cold face, and a group of castle guards rushed to rescue these young nobles from the relief pedestal, carried them out from the fountain and put them by the fountain, without thinking about covering them up.
Quentin turned red with anger in the eyes of the public and couldn’t wait to throw them away and turn away at once.
After waiting for a while, twenty young nobles woke up.
The knights around him gathered around Quentin and wrote a few words about Quentin’s novels. Quentin also ordered people to draw water from the pool and constantly drench them. It took a long time for this group of young aristocrats to wake up leisurely, but after they woke up, they all seemed to be greatly frightened and wary, and looked around as if monsters were hidden in the crowd around them.
Quentin Busmann was livid and looked at this scene and said to the knight sink, "Check for me …"
At the end of chapter 197
When the city searched for the murderer, Surdak Antonio was sitting in the tower where Mrs. Miranda had been imprisoned all night, chatting.
As expected, Mrs Miranda didn’t tell her that she had been imprisoned all night.
Antonio was lying in the watchtower on the top floor of the tower with a glass of wine floating on ice, blowing a cool breeze. Surdak was a soldier who didn’t drink. He needed to have perfect physical control, and alcohol happened to paralyze his brain, which easily led to slow brain response and poor physical judgment. This was his second squad. Before the habit was implemented, he absolutely never drank.
There is a wide view here, and the panoramic view of the city center square in the distance is the Busmann family castle, which is at least ten kilometers away from the city center square. From here, you can see the huge bronze statue of the square when it is sunny.
From this tower, you can also see the general layout of Busmann Castle. This castle complex is much larger than Surdak imagined. Speaking of it, it is more like building a high-rise pedestal, and the foundations of those buildings are scattered and orderly.
If this tall hill in the city is bound to become a big round root, then Busmann Castle is like a cluster of mushrooms with long roots. Each mushroom is a tall building. A group of laundry maids line up in a neat line with big bamboo baskets full of clothes on their heads, and return from the well and walk along the stone street towards the back house of the castle.
Antonio said to Surdak by the stone wall
"This year, all the buildings in the north area of Busmann Castle will be renovated on a large scale. Some wooden doors and windows have cracks due to aging, which leads to the exposure of wood in the air. The weather in Walson is hot and humid, so it won’t be long before the wooden doors and windows will rot. A large number of painters need to repaint these wooden doors and windows."
"Wait for us to go to the hospital as a painter."
"I’ve got my clothes ready, and then we won’t say anything and we’ll go with those painters."
It’s another magic thing to bring Antonio Surdak. It’s like a dream when it’s intentional. Everything seems to be able to change from the belt of other things, and I don’t know what it is to connect these things.
Surdak and Antonio changed their painter’s clothes. The so-called painter’s root is a pair of suspenders and a red and white striped linen long-sleeved shirt. The straight suspenders are very loose. This jumpsuit has a large piece of cloth on the chest and a lot of pockets sewn around the waist. These pockets have no bottom, and many brushes can be inserted into them.
Antonio even prepared two tin buckets and some pig brushes, which were quite like that in their hands.