It was another rainy day. There was no sun at noon sky, with clouds stacked up, and the sky was endless gray. Although there was no wind, the drizzle still brought the coolness of early spring to everyone present.

The crowds were bustling in the stands. They held umbrellas, stood on tiptoe, and looked hard, trying to see how the once arrogant Duke Nolan looked down and out now. For them, this was the topic of conversation after dinner and they could not be missed.

As for what crime Duke Nolan committed, they didn't care. They just wanted to see what criminal law this person would be punished, beheaded, hanged or burned? Many people prefer hanging because some people came to take up their place early and had not had lunch yet. If they finished watching the bloody scene of beheading, it would probably be difficult to swallow.

On the platform, the queen sat in the center of the seat, with moon and purple on her left hand sitting. The black veil covered her pale face. The court ministers had to stand on both sides of the platform. Everyone must be present today, but these ministers were not interested in the execution. Compared to Nolan's fate, they were more concerned about what to eat at noon.

Nolan was in shackles, and two imperial guards pressed on his back with steel spears in their hands, and were forced to kneel in front of the queen. He had not seen the sunshine for almost a month. Even on rainy days, he still had to squint his eyes. The cold rain washed away the dirt on his face. He tried to raise his head, but the guards pressed it to the ground.

This is the kingdom you have tried your best to protect?

The jester on the platform, the foolish people on the stage, and... this cold ground, is this what I have protected for more than 20 years?

Nolan was not afraid of death. He felt sarcastic that he did not fall on the battlefield or died of assassination, but fell in front of the royal power he supported, just because of this false charge. Perhaps his real crime was not to assassinate His Majesty or to rebellion, but to the strength of the No family that was enough to challenge the royal power.

This was something he had understood long ago, so he was willing to leave Bailang City and be an insignificant imperial minister, just to reassure Ye Bei, just because he believed Ye Bei, but this day came after all.

"Mr. Mubai, the time is almost over. It's really uncomfortable to have this rainy day. You must be tired of standing up and be punished." The queen's voice was filled with a slight tremor. Under her efforts to cover it up, no one could hear anything unusual.

Only Zi Luo next to her glanced at the mother deeply, then swept her eyes over the faces of Kuang and Yue, and finally fell on Nolan.

"yes."

Mu Bai sighed secretly. At this moment, he could no longer plead for Nolan. No matter whether the evidence was true or forged, as long as everyone admitted it, the fake one was also true. What they wanted was not the truth, but Nolan's head.

"As the Duke, Nolan assassinated His Majesty at the start of the Lingwan dance party, causing His Majesty to fall into a coma and plotted to rebel. The evidence was conclusive and he immediately deprived of his title and fief. However, the people of the Vanu family, both men, women, young and old, and servants, were all treated as treason. All men were beheaded and all women were hanged, without exception."

After saying all this, Mu Bai was in a daze and quickly held the railing. He felt a little dizzy and gasped. He was obviously outdoors, but his chest was stuffy and he felt uncomfortable indescribable.

"Mr. Mubai, are you okay?" The guard quickly reached out and held the old man.

"What can I do...it's over...it's over."

Mu Bai smiled bitterly and shook his head. He broke free from the guard's hand and stared at Nolan who was kneeling in the audience. He seemed to have seen the scene of the corpses everywhere in Beifeng City, with ruins everywhere, children were homeless, people fell one by one in pools of blood, wildfires melted the glaciers, Beiye Kingdom fell into a protracted civil war, and the order that had finally been established would be destroyed in the war.

The executioner wore thick armor and helmet, leaving only a breathing hole for his mouth and nose, as well as a narrow hole for observation in front of his eyes. This is a must-have wear for every executioner to prevent anyone from revengeing him or his family.

The wide-blade giant sword was extremely sharp, with the three-leaf mark engraved on the sword body. The executioner's right arm was wrapped with a three-leaf flag symbolizing the Beiye Kingdom. Although no one could see his face clearly, he was still extremely nervous inside, and his hands holding the sword were covered in sweat.

If he killed a civilian criminal, he would not even blink, but the old man in front of him was different. Will his identity really be revealed? If someone found out, how should a small imperial guard face the anger of the Nuo family? Don’t look at what Mu Bai said easily, who doesn’t know how powerful the Nuo family is in the northern border? How can he just deal with it?

"I was much more nervous than you for the first time. He was a coward. He ran away during the war and was finally caught back. My father asked me to stare into his eyes, listen to his last words, and then he took action himself. To be honest, I messed up. My sword hesitated and only cut off half of his neck, causing him not to die immediately. He struggled wildly, and blood sprayed my face. I will never forget that scene in my life."

Nolan suddenly laughed out loud, and he continued, "I know you can't talk to me, but don't be afraid. I don't know your identity and don't care who you are. I clenched the sword tightly. Don't hesitate when chopping, otherwise I swear, I will definitely splash your face with blood."

The executioner remained silent. He tightened the giant sword in his hand and slowly put it on Nolan's neck.

The heavy sword edge pressed on his neck. When he was about to die, Nolan felt relieved. He used to hold his sword and chop other people's heads, but he didn't expect that he would have such a day.

Everyone set their sights on Nolan, and they had been waiting for a long time at this moment.

Bang.

With a crisp clapping sound, the executioner calmed down and slowly raised the giant sword. He didn't need to care whether the executed person was guilty. All he had to do was raise the sword and chop it down as simple as that.

However, at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the puppet's mouth, and a fog that could not be seen suddenly rose outside the platform, as if the rain falling in the sky had completely evaporated into water vapor at this moment.

"What's this?"

"What's going on?"

“So hot!”

"ah……"

There were screams in the crowd, but soon the screams turned into heart-wrenching screams. The hot water vapor burned their exposed skin, their faces became red and swollen, and one burned blisters after another appeared, and their eyes were burned by the high temperature of the water vapor.

The ministers on the high platform were also stunned by the scene in front of them. They could not see clearly what was going on outside. A minister reached out into the white mist, and immediately retracted his hand as if he had touched the burning iron. But even so, his hand was still burned with blisters, making him cry.

As for the imperial guards, it was even worse. Most of the guards stood outside to maintain order. The armor they were originally wearing instantly became hot and before they could take it off, they fainted from the scalding.

The ministers had never seen such a scene. At this moment, they couldn't take care of themselves and kept leaning in, fearing that the hot water vapor from outside would spread in. As for the life or death of the civilians outside, they didn't care at all.

"What are you doing when you stand there? Why don't you protect the two high men and the queen quickly?"

Mu Bai resisted the discomfort and shouted loudly. He stood at the right place. His hands that were originally holding the railing were covered with blisters of different sizes, but now he can't care about these things.

These words played some role in realizing their identity. These ministers pulled out their precious swords that had never been seen before and stood in front of the queen bravely and fearlessly. The embarrassment and horror that had been the previous second seemed to be just an illusion.

The fog is in the center.

Nolan closed his eyes the moment the fog appeared. He could not see anything now. The high temperature vapor soaked his clothes and blisters burned him one by one, but the heavy shackles still made him unable to move. It was impossible to change it before, but now he is worse than an ordinary old man.

The executioner quickly threw the giant sword in his hand to the ground. The high temperature water vapor made the armor on his body and the giant sword in his hand hot. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, he was wearing a thick set of clothes to keep warm in the armor, so he did not faint from being scalded on the spot. But even so, he was at a loss now and didn't know whether he should continue to execute the punishment.

"Why don't you let Lord Nolan go, otherwise none of you will live today!"

"You dare to kill Lord Nolan! You are looking for death!"

The executioner had no idea what was going on. He looked around with a blank look on his face, but could not find the origin of the sound. It seemed that it was ringing from all directions. He had not taken action yet, but he subconsciously looked at the ground. The executioner's sword was thrown away by him... Hum? Why is it gone?

Before he could react, he had a strong punch and sank his armor and his chest into the darkness. The broken ribs pierced his internal organs, and his heart stopped beating at this moment.

The executioner's body penetrated the thick fog like an arrow from the string, smashing through the stone railings of the high platform, and actually hit the queen directly. The speed was so fast that it was striking.

There was still thick fog in front of me, and I couldn't see things clearly. Although the guards knew there were assassins, they didn't know the other party's direction and could only hold their swords to protect the queen. But these ministers insisted on hudding together, but instead squeezed the guards aside. When they heard the howling sound from the thick fog, it was too late to react.

However, the ironic thing is that when something flew out of the thick fog and smashed it, the ministers who were originally blocking the queen reacted faster than the other, and they hugged their heads and squatted down, and they didn't even want a sword. What queen, what is your highness, how can you have your own life?
Chapter completed!