Another quiet night.

In the wide camp, Count Luowen's servant took out a red iron bar from the fire with tongs and inserted it into a wooden cup full of light beer.

"Sheep~"

The light beer "screamed" and the white steam started to rise. The servant felt that the wine in the wooden cup in his hand became much warmer, so he put the iron bar back into the fire and placed the warm light beer on the table in front of Count Luoweng.

The nobles in the tent sang loudly songs praising violence and women, and made the servants open barrels of beer.

There were musicians playing music, bards singing, and there were strange-dressed clowns in the middle of the camp. A fire broke out at the door of the camp. The beef cattle slaughtered this afternoon were inserted on the skewers and roasted. The butter dripped from time to time made the fire sizzle, and the tempting aroma filled the entire camp.

Except for those on duty on duty, the soldiers around the camp either danced around the bonfire, told stories, or played dice games.

"Go, go!"

A hurried sound of horse hooves came from outside the camp. The soldiers standing guard at the gate of the camp recognized that it was the earl's messenger, so they did not stop them.

The messenger squatted the horses in the stable and strolled towards the largest tent in the center of the camp, which was set up with blue and white striped tarpaulins. When passing by the grilled beef, the messenger swallowed and couldn't help but touch his shriveled belly.

"Sir Earl, the messenger is back."

"Let him in."

"yes!"

The attendant opened the curtain of the tent, and the messenger walked straight toward the Count Luoweng through the playful nobles.

The messenger attached himself to the earl's ear and said hurriedly everything he saw in the village of Fold this afternoon.

"What!?"

Earl Luoweng opened his eyes wide, shook his head in disbelief, and said angrily: "No! How is this possible? Are you lying to me? You know what the consequences of lying to me!"

"I swear to you that all this is true. You can send two confidants to verify, but be careful, that area is back under the control of the Dorsten family." The messenger carefully paid attention to his words, for fear of making Count Luowen angry.

"I understand, you go down," Earl Luowen's face was gloomy and frightening. Looking at the back of the messenger who opened the curtain and went out, he said to himself, "Qunniel is indeed a waste. He brought nearly three hundred people but couldn't even defeat a small village of Cavaliers, and he was wiped out. Perhaps I should have asked Yubes to attack Baron Dorsten in the north at that time."

Earl Loon may not know that no matter which baron he sent to Dorsten to besiege Foldeburg, he would eventually return in a defeat.

The servants served the roasted beef, bread and onions. The nobles calmed down and feasted in front of their own plates. Some nobles who could observe their words and expressions noticed that the count was very unhappy.

"Gentlemen, please raise your wine glasses, this glass is to our great monarch, Count Luo Yong, and the final victory will definitely belong to us!"

A flattering baron, who was good at flattering, was the first to raise his glass. The nobles applauded and asked the servants to fill themselves with wine, and also raised their glasses.

However, Earl Luoweng just took the warm wine on the table and signaled to everyone, then leaned over.

The stylist Baron was named Guy. Seeing that the count's mood was not improving, he patted the armed sword inserted in the gorgeous scabbard between his waist, and burped loudly to the baron, "My dear monarch, which damn slut makes you so unhappy? Tell me his name, and I will take his head back and offer it to you, so that you can be happy!"

"Alas!"

“Wow hahahaha!”

The nobles around cheered for Guy, and everyone praised his courage and courage. The nobles generally believed in force.

"Baron Quinnier."

Earl Luo Weng was neither big nor small, and his cold and unrestrained voice seemed a little small among the nobility in the nobility, but everyone heard it clearly.

In an instant, the tent became quiet.

Guy's hair stood up and was very embarrassed. His face was red, and even his thick beard could not be covered: "Sorry, I'm a little drunk, I'm not intentionally offending."

Earl Luowen said nothing, but waved his hand. Guy wanted to find a crack in the ground and quietly retreated behind the nobles.

"The news just passed back, Baron Quinier was captured and his army was wiped out." Earl Luoweng said, his groggy eyes glanced at everyone's face, wanting to see what their reactions were.

Some were shocked, some were sad, some were lucky enough to gloat, and some were still unaware of the embarrassment.

"Since things have happened," Earl Loon paused, "I want to hear everyone's opinions, what should we do next."

"We have to redeem Baron Quinnier!" said an elderly, gray-haired baron at the first time.

Earl Loon looked up and saw the face of the speaker. He was not surprised. His name was Franço, and he was the father-in-law of Baron Quinier. Their territory was adjacent and they had been married a long time ago.

"Of course, Franço, there is no doubt. I don't want to see your daughter's husband being locked up in Dorsten and unable to return home," said Count Loon, undeniably. "What I mean just now is, losing Baron Quinier's army and the supplies they plundered, what should we do next in the army that besieged the town of Dusseldorf."

"We have to increase the supply," said the quarantine officer who stood behind Earl Loon without saying a word. "Originally, I thought I could get a batch of supplies from Baron Quinier, but now it seems that everything has been ruined. We have to collect supplies from our respective territories as soon as possible and form a baggage team to cross the Rhine."

"I support it!"

"Address!"

"Very good, just do it," Baron Luo Weng nodded when he saw that the nobles present did not object, and said to the quartermaster, "Malo, you go and arrange it."

The quartermaster replied and hurriedly left the tent.

"Now Baron Dorsten's head is like a wild horse that has been broken. Baron Quinier has not tamed it, nor has we had any extra troops to restrain them. Although it is unlikely that they will lead troops directly to attack us, in my opinion, we must strengthen the scouts' patrol in the north of Düsseldorf. It is always right to be careful."

…………………………

The next day, the bright sunshine made the earth that returned to the green embrace vibrant.

The birds sing in the woods, praising the spring when all things are revived, but Fox didn't think so. He just wanted to be quiet before his death, so that he could calm the messy heart, repent of his sins, and pray for God's forgiveness.

The young clerk and Jonas were also taken to the gallows.

Jonas's wife and daughter did not commit crimes and knew nothing about Jonas's past evil deeds, so they were not thrown into the dungeon but allowed to watch from the side.

They covered their mouths and their eyes were red. But even if she fainted from crying, it would be useless, because Koother hated these guys who betrayed him. After the execution, he would ask them to pack up and get out of his territory.

If the traitor is not given the most severe blow, some people will be lucky and take risks for money, land, and even a verbal pie.

There were crowds of people in front of the gallows, and many villagers opened their mouths wide. They were very surprised to see Jonas who was still wearing gorgeous clothes yesterday entering and leaving the Baron's court.

"Jonas, Fox, you two violated your oath, betrayed the interests of your monarch, and did traitorous behavior behind your back, which is despised and shameless!"

The parish priest wore a black robe and shouted at the two traitors on the gallows, which attracted a sigh from the onlookers.

"Is there any last words to say before you die?" The parish priest closed the parchment paper and squinted his eyes at the three guys who were fascinated by Satan.

Jonas was trembling all over, looking at the powerful executioner of Kong Wu beside him and the ropes floating in the breeze on his head, he was so scared that he couldn't even say a word.

Fox snorted coldly as if he was calm and closed his eyes again: "I will tell God myself."

"It's not God, it's Satan," the priest corrected sternly, "You have not sincerely repent until now. You kill people, you know that the law breaks the law, the sins you have committed cannot be forgiven and cannot be excused! You will go to hell and be burned by the never-ending karma fire, and the immortal insects are bitten day and night, and will never be reborn!"

"No!" Fox glared, as if he wanted to say something to make up for it, but the executioner put a black linen on his head and had to make a "whimper" sound.

The executioner picked up Fox and Jonas who had linen on their heads from behind and tied the rope around their necks.

"Get start." Koother said to the executioner with a frown.

A smell of urine suddenly spread, and Jonas's pants instantly wet - this guy was so scared that he was incontinent at the last moment.

"Squeak~"

The twisted rope made a sharp friction sound the moment the trap opened under the feet of the two traitors.

They were hung in the air, kicking their legs around, and in a short while, they became quiet.

This close friend did not live on the same day of the same year, month of the same month, but died on the same day of the same year, month of the same month, and finally went to hell with this friendship.

"It turns out that Fox didn't collude with them and deliberately encourage me to ruin my army." Baron Quinier, who looked at the execution scene in the village at the top of the Dorstenburg tower on the hill, swallowed.

"Yo Roar!"

"Ahhh!"

The villagers usually don’t have much entertainment, but they cheered like they were watching a trick of teasing bears.

"It's not over yet. Now it's your turn, Roman, your sin is lighter than those two guys, and you don't have to go to the gallows, but according to the Baron's verdict, you will be castrated and blinded. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Under the gallows, the executioner stood behind Roman, bringing him endless fear and oppression. His head was blank and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"I, I'm wronged," the young clerk Roman still refused to give up, and struggled to stand up in a crying voice, but the executioner pressed his shoulder tightly. "These are all things that Jonas forced me to do!"

"But the fact is that not only did you not report Yonas to the Baron, you also willingly did these unreasonable things! In addition, we found Yonas's silver coins in your house, do you have any explanation for this?"

Roman was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. He could see that his elderly mother was lowering her head and constantly wiping her tears. Endless regret surged into her heart. As the baron's document, this was a respected job. He had a bright future, but he ruined it himself.

"Perform the judgment." Koother said to the executioner. Even if this young man is literate and is a talented person, he must not cross his bottom line.

The executioner picked up a pair of large scissors that were shining with cold light and walked to Roman, who was stripped of everything and kept begging for mercy.

"Click!"

Roman's bag was cut open, and two balls fell to the ground. He screamed loudly with his throat, and blood dripped down his thighs.

"This is the end of the traitor!" Koother said loudly. All the cheering courtiers and villagers shuddered.

At this moment, a wild dog jumped out from somewhere, ran away with Roman's ball in his mouth, and a burst of laughter broke out from the crowd.

"Then the eyes."

The executioner tied Roman to the pillar under the gallows, put down the scissors, held Roman's temple with both hands, and his sharp nails deeply pinched into his eyes. With another scream, Roman's eyes were squeezed out, and a large amount of mucus overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Unlock him." After Cooser said, he turned around and left. A servant picked up his seat and wool cushion and followed behind.

"Child, now you are free, you can go home, provided that if you remember the road, hahaha!" The executioner sneered and sneered on the ground and cried in pain.

The villagers seemed to have just finished watching a visual feast, and talked to each other with satisfaction, and went home in groups of three or three. Except for Jonas's wife and daughter and Roman's old mother, no one cares about what the "protagonists" will end up today.

Today, they saw the cruelest side of Coother treating traitors, and I believe they will remember this day firmly for the rest of their lives.

"Is there no whereabouts of the traitor Dieter?" Lange, who had seen all this coldly, asked the spy leader.

“Not yet.”
Chapter completed!