Duden was taken into the inner castle field and noticed that Simon's armed soldiers were everywhere.

"This is not good." Du Deng thought about it, and was taken to the door of the dungeon made of stones. A strong soldier in mail was standing guard at the mottled wooden door with a spear. His eyes were locked on Du Deng's face, and an unknown chuckled on the corner of his mouth.

"Du Deng is here, my lord." The soldier opened the door of the dungeon and shouted into the dim dungeon.

"Let him get down." The low and long voice echoed on the wet walls of the dungeon, making Du Deng feel goosebumps.

"Yes," the soldier said, and stepped forward and touched Du Deng's place where he might have hidden weapons. After confiscated his exquisite silver-plated dagger, the soldier nodded, "You can go in."

"You are shameful stealing!" Du Deng said angrily.

"If you can come out of the dungeon safely in a while, I will return it to you." The soldier smiled wickedly, playing with the silver-plated dagger in front of Du Deng as if showing off his spoils.

"You'd better pay attention," Du Deng looked at the soldier's eyebrows, eyes, nose, beard and ears carefully, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his heart. "Don't forget, I'm the village chief."

"Of course," the soldier looked at him meaningfully, "of course you are the village chief of this village."

The soldier bit the word "village chief" very heavily, which made Du Deng feel uncomfortable.

"It's a thing that can be done by people." Du Deng stopped talking to the soldier and walked down the stairs in a low voice.

Duden has been to the dungeon several times, and he is very familiar with everything here. However, obviously unlike last time, his mood is heavy today, and the darkness he gradually swallowed him makes him feel creepy. He suppresses the flames of inner fear to the extreme.

"Village Chief Du Deng, you are very good at frame-ups." Simon's voice came, with a chill that made Du Deng breathe.

"Lord, I don't understand what you are talking about," Du Deng smiled and walked down the steps, whispering moldy hay on the ground. "Everyone knows that I am a perfect and I have never framed anyone."

Duden saw the surrounding environment through the torch on the dungeon wall - Simon sat on a chair next to the torture table, with Sir Bill standing next to him. The executioner had just put down the wooden barrel, and a familiar figure tied up on the ground beside him was twisting wildly.

"Hahahahaha..." A mocking laughter came from the locked cell, a shriveled and dirty hand grabbed the wooden fence of the prison door, and Koliff's disheveled face slowly appeared from the darkness of the cell, "Don't you think it's funny when you say this?"

"It's you, Koliff," Du Deng was panicked. He was about to take out the draft that had been written long ago. "You shameless miller, I knew you would lie and frame me in front of the lord!"

"Then see who this is?" Bill's voice sounded from the side. Duden looked at it. The executioner unbuttoned the burlap covered on his head and Adam's painful face appeared in front of him.

"I admit, I admit, it's me," Adam coughed violently, and sewage kept pouring out of his mouth. He seemed to have almost coughed out his lungs, begging with horror, "Please don't torture me anymore!"

"Adam, my nephew," Duden's expression changed instantly. It turned out that the man's clothes covered with mud and hay were the ones Adam wore when he went out this morning. "My God, look at what you tortured him to be. You are torture and confession. I know that this despicable method, even the innocent will admit his sins due to severe pain!"

"Forcing confession?" Simon smiled, "the three thieves didn't know Kolif's voice at all. However, according to the testimony provided by Kolif, after I caught Adam, the three people said that Adam was the one who met them in the forest a few days ago. Do you have anything else to say about this?"

Du Deng's face turned gray and white like a wall with lime. He thought for a long time in his mind before he pretended to be calm and calm: "Lord, what I want to say is that this is the false accusation of me by Koliff and the three thieves, and they cannot produce any evidence. And Adam is just a poor worm who was tortured and forced to confess!"

"Don't pretend to be confused by understanding. The iron testimony of Adam and Kolif is enough to send you to the gallows."

"No, you can't," Du Deng's face became ferocious. "You have no physical evidence. Some are just testimony that is not trustworthy for the guy who is full of lies, and testimony obtained through torture!"

Simon thought to himself that this was indeed a bit troublesome. The only physical evidence now was the deposit of the Denell silver coin that Kolif gave Duden, but Kolif did not mark the silver coin, which was not enough to become the ironclad evidence to hang Duden.

In the end, Du Deng, the cunning old fox, was stripped of layers of disguise, and he was still empty-handed and looked untainted.

"You are not a nobleman, and the testimony of the two men is enough for me to condemn you," Simon said slowly, "Executioner, put him in a dungeon!"

"No!" Du Deng shouted openly, and his miserable and sharp voice resounded throughout the dungeon. "You want to deprive me of the village chief by relying on the testimony of two tortured people without knowing the true or false testimony of the two tortured people and pull me to the gallows and hang me? Only the most brutal monarch would do such a thing! And you, the kind Lord Simon, I hope you can think twice, and I will cooperate with you to investigate this matter like the most loyal hound at your feet!"

Simon read two good information from Duden's words. First, he believed that the evidence he had was not enough to directly hang him, the prestigious village chief, so that his authority would definitely be weakened. Second, he expressed in the humblest attitude that he was willing to surrender to himself and no longer opposed him in the future.

Simon thought, would he let him go and let him use it for himself in the future?

Soon, Simon rejected the idea. Duden was an absolute selfish person. According to the information that Little Klein collected in the village these days, the villagers hated the guy who did all the bad things.

The country is easy to change, but nature is difficult to change. Simon has a saying from the East that is more suitable for Du Deng - dogs cannot change and eat shit.

Now is the best time to eradicate Duden and Adam. If their lives are left behind, the cunning venomous snake will only hide itself more hidden, like a patient hunter who is waiting for them in the future, which will be the best time for them to show their minions.

"No need to investigate, I know enough," Simon hammered the table and stood up. "You have done all the bad things in this village over the years, but because Baron Quinnier and you are the same, no one dares to resist. This ranch incident was proposed by Koliff, and you will find a way to perform it, and finally all the blame was put on Theodore. With respect to the testimony of Koliff and Adam himself, I can send you to the gallows with a clear conscience."

Du Deng was silent. It took him a long time to speak up and give him a final defense.

"I was born here, and under the Lord's gaze, I lived in the village of Esbai for forty years. People fear me, and I am a prestigious person," Duden's eyes widened, gasping for a final struggle. "I understand everyone who lives in this land, know the details of everyone, and the wealth that everyone has. I will definitely be your most capable assistant in managing the village, and you will also receive my most loyal service!"

"No need to worry too much," Simon said, as if he was looking down at a jumping clown, "I don't need your service."

"You will regret it!"

"I never regret my decision, especially this one. The executioner, locked him in a dungeon."

"No! This is the act of a tyrant!!!"

"I don't care, because you only think so. Maybe when you go to the gallows, the villagers will cheer for your death."

"No, everyone will stand up for me, because their lord Simon trampled on the law brutally and brutally, and easily hanged their beloved village chief after only grasping the testimony of two people that were not trustworthy!"

"In my territory, I am the law. My law has always treated good people well and punished bad people, which is obvious to everyone. And you, Dudeng, do you really want to know the true attitude of people respecting you on the surface? In fact, in their opinion, you are not even as good as a piece of smelly and disgusting horse manure."

Simon's sharp words were like a sharp dagger that cut open Duden's last self-esteem. He screamed hysterically, probably the madman would retreat when he saw him.

The executioner was obviously not afraid. He twisted his wrist, walked forward and kicked Du Deng down, and the scream stopped abruptly. Then, he carried Du Deng's back collar like he was picking up the urinal overnight, and threw him into the cell roughly, locking the solid iron lock on the wooden door.

"You have today, Du Deng, our respected village chief." The executioner smiled jokingly. It seemed that he had endured Du Deng for a long time.

Du Deng lay on the ground like he was deaf, his eyes were dull and his expression was numb. After a while, he looked at Simon, with some of his eyes full of reluctance and hatred.

Simon had seen such a look, and he seemed to have returned to the village of Fold that morning, and the tax collector Fox, who was tied up in the wooden car, looked at him like this.

But this time, Simon will not let Duden survive any chance.

"You don't need to look at me like this," Simon felt like teasing the rat in the mouse cage. "While you are still alive, take a look at this beautiful world, this warm dungeon, because you will soon be unable to see anything." Simon said that, and walked towards the entrance of the dungeon with Bill.

The executioner spat at Du Deng, then opened the door of the cell next to him. He walked to the wall, carried Adam who had not recovered, threw it into the cell, and locked the door.

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"My Sir," Bill, who was used to the dark light in the dungeon, couldn't help but squint his eyes, "What should Duden's wife and his son who was an apprentice in Flanders?"

"Although his wife is a mean woman, according to the villagers, she mostly enjoys the various benefits Duden brings to her. She herself did not do too many extraordinary things. Just expel her from the territory." Simon did not want to become a cold-blooded and ruthless lord.

"What about his son?"

"He is just an apprentice. If he loses his father's support, what ability does he have to come back to take revenge?" Simon shook his head.

"I get it," Sir Bill pursed his lips, "but who should we assign to take over the position of village chief in this village when the position of village chief is vacant?"

"A person who is talented, worthy of our trust, familiar with the local situation, and respected." Simon said, stroking his chin and thinking.

"Sheriff Kevin?" Bill asked.

"No, a person cannot hold two positions at the same time, not to mention that he is old." Simon quickly rejected.

What Bill, who had just become a noble, did not consider that the rights of the sheriff and the village chief should always be controlled by two people separately, so that neither of them would have too much power and could also check and balance each other.
Chapter completed!