The villagers became angry and restless.

When the pagans passed by them, whether it was the old man and woman with frosty hair, the woman with fear and anger in her eyes, or the child who was not experiencing childishness on her face, everyone gave these two invaders a disdainful spit and vicious curses.

The young Magyar no longer had the indomitable and strong spirit he had when he was captured on the first day. He took a dejected step while looking at his feet covered in blood scabs and mud. His blood-covered eyes were filled with fatigue and pain.

Now, he had no other thoughts, let alone fantasizing that at this time a fellow villager would bravely save him and take him away. He only hoped to be liberated quickly and stay away from the torture and despair in this world.

He wanted to die with dignity, at least fight with the blonde barbarians in his eyes until the last drop of blood.

But now, he had no chance, because he was cowardly and retreated because of his encounter in the dense forest that day, and lived a life of silence and put down his weapons. He still had a glimmer of hope of survival. However, after so many days of tragic torture, he finally understood that no matter how hard he struggled, his fate of dying could not be changed in the end.

He raised his head slightly and saw the eyes of the villagers around him as if they were about to tear him apart. The Magyar villain who had killed seven or eight innocent people actually felt a little scared in his heart.

In an instant, the world in his eyes turned into a scarlet tone. The young Magyar prisoner was stunned, pointing at the stolen rack in the center of the village as if he had seen a ghost. There, beside Father James, who bowed his head and prayed, the bloody corpse of the innocent villagers who had been killed by him appeared in front of him again.

Some people had purple marks on their necks, some had big belly, some had few legs, and some even had a broken head. Without exception, these people were all people he had killed, and at this time, they were all staring at him with vicious eyes like a venomous snake.

It's really weird.

"No, no!!! Save me!!!" The young Magyar screamed excitedly in words that no one could understand when he saw the most terrifying thing in the world.

The young Magyar man almost broke free from his restraints, and the two soldiers who were lying on him were surprised - a man who had to rely on half a black bread every day to prospered his life suddenly burst out with such great strength.

"Be honest!"

A soldier responsible for maintaining order came forward and knocked the crazy Magyars hard on the back with a thick wooden stick. He was hit hard and threw him to the ground. He no longer had the strength to get up. He could only let the two soldiers drag him to the stolen rack like a dead pig.

"God bless, this is just the last struggle before the devil dies!" Father James frowned and tightened the silver cross on his fingertips. This gadget could make him feel God's blessing and could make him feel at ease quickly.

"You devil..." Priest Hanns muttered, holding a small can of salt with silver patterns, walked to the stolen rack, and sprinkled a handful of salt at the Magyars who were still talking in a daze.

After a handful of trouble, the young Magyar, who had cracked his wounds on his body, was sprinkled with salt and let out a sharp roar like a fat pig burned to his butt by a soldering iron.

Priest Hanns quickly distanced himself from him, pointing at the Magyars who were still howling at the top of their throats and said to the villagers: "Look, this is the devil's roar of pain! Salt represents immortality, and the devils hate immortality. When the devil's skin touches salt, it reacts violently as if it has touched boiling water!"

Everyone present nodded in agreement, only Simon pulled the corners of his mouth speechlessly. Just kidding, the pain of salt on the wound was so painful that it was a physiological reaction that aggravated the pain, but after being given a different meaning, everyone had already believed in the "fact" that these two pagans were the incarnations of the devil.

The executioner brought a big iron nail and a hammer. The two Magyars were tied to the big oak cross on a dying moment. Now all the executioners need to do is to use nails to fix their hands and feet completely on the cross. Of course, the process was another heart-wrenching scream, and at the same time, the villagers cheered and excited.

Immediately afterwards, Father James told everyone about the atrocities committed by the Magyar robbery team in the kingdom. For a moment, there were endless screams and scoldings again.

"Light the fire and burn these two sinful devils! They are not worthy of mercy and forgiveness, they deserve it!" Seeing Father James look at him with inquiring eyes after he finished speaking, Simon shouted to the executioner who was holding a torch next to him and was eager to try.

The torch ignited the rush to ignite the rush under the cross, and soon a small branch on the rush was ignited.

The rolling white smoke rose into the air. After a while, the fire pile next to the stolen rack ignited open flames. The fire snake danced vigorously in the face of a strong wind. The skin of the two Magyars changed color. They screamed with their last little strength, but no one would pity them.

Their skin was burned and then began to turn black and carbon. The screams became extremely weak in the increasingly intense fire, and then only the sound of firewood being creaked.

"Go to hell!"

"Haha, burn you to death!"

"This is what you deserve!"

Father James squeezed over from the villagers in the carnival and walked to Simon, saying excitedly: "His Excellency Simon, I have to say that this is a memorable day. I will write your deeds of defeating the pagan army and executing the unbelievers under the witness of the church in the letter and send them to the Bishop of Cologne!"

"Very good," Simon smiled happily, "Why don't you celebrate it with some expensive wine tonight!"

"That's great, Your Excellency," Father James couldn't help licking his lips. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, "I think, besides the letter, you can also ask the sender to bring a bottle of precious wine to the Bishop, so that the brothers in the Cathedral of Cologne also taste the dew that God has brought down!"

It was incredible to make sweet white wine with precious rotten mushrooms that were infected with rotten grapes. This was very similar to Jesus' magically turning water into fine wine at Cana's wedding, and they could only interpret it as a miracle that God showed his sage.

In addition to defeating the pagans, this noble wine can also greatly bring Simon closer to the church.

If Father James mentioned in his letter that this was because Simon's pious behavior moved God, so God showed his sage and turned rotten grapes into fine wine, this would undoubtedly make Simon's reputation very much, and perhaps he would become a model of virtue in Catholicism.

Father James shrewdly made abacus for Simon, but he didn't know that at this time, at Dorstenburg not far away, someone was making a similar small abacus.

At this time in Dorstenburg, a pagan execution ceremony held by Lange is also underway.

"Earl Lange is famous for his great reputation, and his army is invincible and unbearable! Every person who is an enemy of him, even the cruel and ruthless pagan, will be frightened and disastrous when he hears the army of Lord Lange going to fight them..."

In front of the execution of the stolen rack, the two pagans fixed on the cross with iron nails were trembling slightly due to the violent pain from their hands and feet. Lange sat comfortably on the backrest chair of the lord passed down by old Coorthor, proudly holding his head up, overlooking the entire execution site. Next to him, Sir Julian stood in front of all the leaders and loudly "slapped Lange's flattery".

"These damn pagans brutally plundered Fieldhausen's lumbering grounds like beasts, and inhumanly slaughtered unarmed villagers and herdsmen. When they finished all this, they heard the news that Count Lange sent troops to conquer them. The scared pagans panicked and hid in a hurry, ready to surrender to Count Lange and pray for his mercy and forgiveness. You said, can we forgive these scum?"

"cannot!"

"Let them go hell!"

"Every pagan should be burned to death!"

"Kill them and pay for your life!"

Faced with Julian's question, the onlookers were successfully motivated, especially the survivors of the Fieldhausen Ranch, who lost their relatives and friends in this catastrophe, and now they are the ones who shout the most angry.

"But Baron Simon, the younger brother of Count Lange, defeated them first. When we arrived at the hiding place of these Magyars, it was destroyed. Baron Simon is the younger brother of Count Lange and a devout lord. He won honors for his elder brother, Count Lange and the entire Dorsten family..."

Sir Julian said, and glanced at Count Lange from the outskirts. He found that Lange seemed to have quickly pulled his face after hearing the praise of Simon. So he quickly changed his words: "All this is attributed to the wise leadership of Lord Lange as the head of the Dorsten family. It is his long-standing wish for the Lord and Christians. I can praise him as the protector of Christians without exaggeration!"

Hearing this, Lange's face calmed down, and Sir Julian breathed a sigh of relief. The farmers near the stolen rack shouted Lange's name, and some shouted "Lange, the protector of Christians." Soon, everyone began to praise Lange in an orderly manner.

Earl Lange was very satisfied with this, and he enjoyed it quite well. He waved to the executioner, who stepped forward with a torch and lit the pile of firewood piles under the stoke rack.

"I want to take the lead in letting the Bishop of Cologne know my pious behavior," Lange waved to Sir Julian, who leaned closer to him and listened to his orders. "It is not for me that the monks of Cologne Cathedral will help me find a document that proves that both Foldeburg and Esbaibor are my judiciary titles!"

"Xi Ting Zun, my Lord, Bishop Cologne will soon know your feat. At the same time, I also believe that the Cologne Church will have enthusiastic monks to help you find the documents you want!"

"Very good," Earl Lange patted Julian on the shoulder, "What are you waiting for? Go quickly!"

"Yes!" Julian took two steps back and bypassed the two Magyars who were burned to death and the villagers in an excited state, with a different light flashing in his eyes.

"Maybe I have to find a way to let my savior Simon know about this." He whispered to himself, disappearing into the depths of an alley without looking back.

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