On a Friday night in the year 379 of the Red Moon Calendar, Knight Simon led the army.

It was very quiet outside, the autumn wind was blowing slightly cold, and under the red moon, two subordinates stood on the edge of the stone bridge and fished out the body that had been soaked in the river for a day.

The heads of those people were pointing upward, one by one in the river, rising and falling like fish floats with the current, and their long hair was tangled together like water plants, so it was very difficult to pull them up with a rope.

But the servants didn't dare to complain at all. Now their knight master was in a bad mood.

Not far behind them, knight Simon looked sternly at the corpses piled on the bridge. He had never thought that there were so many women under his rule that they almost blocked the river.

But this was not the result he wanted.

There was a trace of irritation in the knight's heart. He suddenly turned his head to look at the kneeling peasants behind him. The peasants who were guarded by the retinue were so frightened that they almost revealed their dreams when they saw Simon turn around.

If the witch is not found, the knight will not throw them into the river, right?

The cold gaze cut through their hearts like bayonets, and many people lowered their heads in fear. They felt like they were in the final court of Doomsday.

Fortunately, the knight still had some sense. After looking at his peasant fiercely, he turned back sharply and punched the Mediterranean priest next to him in the face.

"Bang~" The punch was so hard that the pastor's nostrils immediately pierced with blood. His body shifted to the left due to the pulling force of his head, and was about to fold into the river.

"Lord, your saint Peter is coming to you."

In a trance, Peter seemed to see the Lord smiling at him and asked him how he would feel if the streets were full of fists.

"Er"

Just as the priest was thinking about how to answer the Lord's question, the knight's strong hand grasped his collar and lifted him back, and then he saw the face that looked like Satan.

"Who told me that if you throw someone into the river and you don't die, you are a witch?"

The angry knight spat on the priest's face, then grabbed the priest's collar and pressed him against the pile of corpses, asking word by word, "Now tell me, what is going on?"

"If you're drowned, you're not a witch."

The priest tried to persuade the knight with his rich theological theories, but the knight did not buy it.

He twisted the pastor's collar hard, almost put his mouth on the pastor's ear and shouted loudly, "But you clearly told me that Angela died because there was a witch in the village!!"

The collar continued to shrink, and the pastor felt that he could no longer breathe. His head slowly came down, and the figure of the Lord appeared in his eyes again, but it was soon replaced by a pair of deep and hollow eyes, which gave the pastor a sudden chill in his back.

The phantom disappeared, and the priest saw the reality clearly. He stretched out his arm and pointed at the pile of corpses like a corpse, "Female, witch!"

The angry Simon's heart trembled. He looked along the priest's hand and saw the corpse of a girl with her eyes open lying on the pile of corpses. When he saw her, he took out one of her crimped legs and put it on the other leg.

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"Bang~"

The knight loosened the hand that restrained the priest, pulled out the sword from his waist and put it on the girl's neck. The sharp eyes between his brows pierced the empty eyes, and his voice was gritted.

"Why kill Angela!"

There was no reaction in her empty eyes, and the girl seemed to have lost her personality. It wasn't until the knight slashed at her arm with his sword that the girl regained some consciousness from the pain it caused.

"It's not me." The girl glanced at the bleeding arm, then turned her eyes back to Simon, "Do you want to know who it is?"

"Say." Simon put the sword on her abdomen and suppressed his anger and said, "Otherwise I will send you to the stake."

The thought of enduring a humiliating existence and being contented for a short period of time flashed through her mind, and the girl obeyed. She looked at the top of Simon's head, and golden light suddenly flashed.

A book emerged in the void, turning the pages rapidly in the breeze. Simon looked up, but he only saw a galaxy.

"Knight Simon Neos, wife Angela." The girl looked at the record in the book and read, "On the morning of Friday, September 4, 379 in the red lunar calendar."

The girl paused as she read, and the corners of her pale mouth trembled involuntarily. She felt as if she had seen a joke from hell.

"What happened in the morning!" Simon roared with eyes wide open.

"The person who killed your wife was your most trusted retinue, Pu Xiduo."

The girl felt that it was her duty to tell the truth and there was no need to read the original text, otherwise she would die.

"What did you say?" Simon was shocked, and then looked at his first guard with a murderous look. Amid the panic, he rushed towards him and thrust out the sword in his hand.

"Sir, you have to believe me. I respect Angela very much. Don't be deceived by the witch!"

Pu Xiduo stretched out his hand to cover the sword, blood flowing continuously in his hand. His sincere eyes could not relieve Simon's suspicion, but he still had to act.

This is a chance to survive.

"Brother, we have been on the battlefield together and fought against pirates. You know how protective I am of Angela." Pu Xiduo said with tears in his eyes, "Now that the situation in the capital is in turmoil, that witch might be the one."

"Your gardener also knows about this." The girl lying on the pile of corpses sat up and interrupted Pu Xiduo's performance.

"You should have the ability to ask the truth."

The knight turned around like a hungry wolf and stared at the gardener kneeling in the crowd. The honest man took a breath when he saw the knight's eyes, then straightened his body and fell to the ground.

Simon was so angry at this scene that he suddenly withdrew his sword and took off four of Puxiduo's fingers. Then he walked into the crowd and cut off the gardener's leg with a sword.

"Ah!" The fainted gardener woke up from his coma. He looked at the demon-like knight and suppressed the screams behind him. Then he kowtowed to the knight and shouted:

"It was the retinue who asked me to keep the secret. It was the retinue who asked me to keep the secret."

"Pfft~" Simon inserted the sword into the gardener's back, pulled it out from the front and nailed it to the ground. Then he turned around and walked towards his most trusted subordinate who was constantly retreating. He raised his fist and punched him unconscious.

"Tie the murderer and the witch to the cross and burn them to death." Simon ordered, and then walked toward the castle in despair. He was a sentimental person. His wife died, and he was very sad.

The servants escorted the girl and dragged Puxido behind Simon, and tied them on the stone ground in front of the castle. Seeing that Simon did not want to watch the execution, the girl said, "I don't think you are willing to stay in this desolate land for the rest of your life."

People, you should have a better way out."

Simon's footsteps slowed down after hearing this, and he looked at the girl whose arm was bleeding with sad eyes. He smiled vaguely and said, "Woman, you want to beg for mercy."

"Please, think of yourself as a domineering president." The girl's mother said in her heart, "I think it will be useful if you keep me."

"Divination?" Simon's eyes showed a trace of deep thought, "Besides, what else can you do?"

"I can also make your depressed mood feel a little better," the girl said.

"Let her go." Simon became interested, raised his chin slightly, looked at the girl and asked, "What's your name?"

"Alison." the girl said.

"It's a very personal name." Simon nodded. Although this woman was a little thinner, her face was still pretty. He took off his chain armor and exposed his strong chest muscles, like a horse king waiting for his mother. "Then use

Use your skills to make me feel better."

Then shirtless Simon, a group of followers, and the priest watched the girl's Ling Chi skills, and Puxi was stabbed more than three hundred times by her before she died.

[Get a little spirituality and draw a card: Little Red Riding Hood’s Red Cloak]

Looking at the results of drawing the cards, the girl was silent for a moment. She turned to look at Simon, "Doesn't this make you feel much better? I think it is more relieving than the short screams of being burned at the stake."

The girl with slightly curly hair stood in front of the body that was cut into a skeleton with a blood-stained knife. Her indifferent expression made the subordinates gasp, but in the eyes of Simon, who had been naked for a long time, the image of the girl was exactly the opposite.

, with fair skin and a pair of beautiful eyes, just like a fairy. Simon pushed away the servants beside him and walked forward, stretched out his hand to pinch Alison's face, and looked carefully, there was almost no distinguishing feature about her exquisite facial features.

The disadvantage was that he stretched out his head to kiss her, but in the end, a knife was held in front of his mouth.

"Woman, are you sure?" Simon's pupils shrank, looking like a demon of judgment under the red moon.

"That's not my role." Alison's eyes were colder than Simon's. "And I'm poisoned, so you and I will both die."

"Very good." Simon gritted his teeth and nodded, then slapped Alison on the face and turned towards the castle.
Chapter completed!