"How do you defend?"
"Ah! Not guilty."
His face was full of boos and wrinkles. Marianne just watched indifferently.
"Oh, hush yourself! What evidence do you have against me? I thought I had dealt with all those crimes."
"Yes, after you bombed your office, we were not able to collect any physical evidence. But you ignored the testimony of the relevant personnel."
"What? What are they complaining about? I gave them what they wanted
"I'm here to ask you to help my boyfriend!" A woman in the audience burst into tears.
"Ah, yes, I remember you. If I remember correctly, you love him so much that you want him to be by your side forever. Your love and dedication are enough to make me cry." Marianne smiled Say. "I thought I helped you solve this problem."
"You cut him off!"
"Of course I know! Now he can't go anywhere without you."
"I don't want this!" The woman was sobbing involuntarily now, and people nearby were doing their best to comfort her.
"What about my brother?!" one of the people in the crowd shouted angrily.
"My little brother Johnny! The woman he loved has passed away. He was very sad, so he went to visit you!"
"Wait, he asked if he could see her for the last time? Yes, I remember. How about that lovely couple?"
"They are all dead!"
""what? I thought I brought that woman back to life. This is a bit disappointing. "
"It wasn't her you brought back!" the man screamed. "The next night I saw her, she ate my brother alive! Then she slaughtered wildly throughout the area! Finally we had to chop off her head because nothing else could stop her! This is all your fault!"
"Hey! I gave him three specific rules to follow, one of which forbids him to show it to anyone." Marianne said calmly. "Breaching these rules completely exempts me from any responsibility. He can't follow them. It's not my fault."
"I'm going to kill her!" When the people around tried to stop him, the man cried angrily. "Let me go! Take your hand away
"Is that all? Why am I executed because of someone else's mistake?"
"There are many similar cases. Many of this group of people have been directly tortured by you." The chief official said accusingly. "I planned to keep this for a while, but why wait? Why don't you explain why you poisoned the well?"
"Poisoning? I purified it for you, as you personally requested, if I remember correctly"
"A hundred people are dead! Their internal organs are completely melted into a paste! We didn't ask you to do this! We just want you to clean it up so you can drink it!"
Before Marianne shirked her responsibility cleverly, Marianne made another hissing and angry shouts.
""But I did clean it up. You people are unclean
"what?"
"Water can purify everything you come into contact with. You guys are too dirty. In order to clean you properly, the water has to remove all the unclean parts."
Her calm attitude is worthy of attention, if it can't completely aggravate the mood of the audience.
Is this really the one who can cure Lily? I will give her the advantages of accomplishing the task she set, but she seems to have a problem with the basic point of understanding this requirement. But if this is what Brady wants, then I cannot be held responsible for the consequences.
"Cut off her head!" the chief official shouted, and a cheer broke out. "Are there any last words before taking the knife?"
"Yes, actually. Can you return the pipe to me? So that I can smoke the last cigarette? You know, before it can't reach my lungs anymore?"
"Are you talking about this?" he asked, pulling out a long, thin opium pipe. "So you can be tall and dumb before you die? I don't think so. I want you to stay awake when the knife passes by"
Marianne frowned, but the chief official didn't pay attention, he just quietly talked to a man who had just climbed onto the stage. Suddenly, he squinted his eyes and looked in my direction. I have an ominous hunch.
""what? is this real? Cough! Sorry to interrupt your celebration, but it looks like we have a VIP in the crowd. "
Oh no. The sound of countless boots behind me immediately told me who this special guest was. Don't tell me it's because of the man I killed a while ago! How long do they intend to maintain this resentment
I was quickly surrounded by a dozen people with spears. A stupid pug thought he was controlling me, so he pushed me from behind. When I was not moving, he tried to grab my arm and drag me, which was a serious mistake. I grabbed his forearm, took his hand away from me, and held it as tightly as I could. The fool screamed loudly and tried to straighten his broken arm, which was flying at an unnatural angle.
Some people in the crowd fainted, others screamed, almost all paralyzed. My trivial actions seemed to have the proper effect, and even Jǐngwei was running away. This will teach them to try to do something to me.
"Follow us and you won't be hurt." A rough but trembling voice finally made a Jǐng report. I suspect that even though he believes he can hurt the opportunities I give, I decided to play together. I need to talk to that weird doctor. This seems to be the fastest way.
I was escorted through the crowd like a VIP until I finally stood on the execution platform. From here I can see all the faces crying for Marianne's death, and there are many faces. I was also allowed to observe all the officials here up close. Most of them are just ordinary, pudgy bureaucrats. They don't even know how to command the sword, but it's a bit different for Marian's arm. He is taller than an ordinary soldier, has more muscles, wears simple leather armor, and is hung with a large hammer. This man is obviously the executioner.
"Hand over the weapons." I am following orders.
I gritted my teeth, could hear, but handed over my sword effortlessly. The person I handed over, a weak bureaucrat, immediately fell under his weight and had to find two other people to help him drag it across the stage. I also had to give up my department staff, who could easily get it and put it next to my sword. They also tried to remove my armor, but when they didn't know how to open it, they quickly gave up.
"Ha! What's the matter with this cloak?" Marianne laughed as soon as she noticed what was hanging on my shoulder. "Are you a fan of the great Azibald or something? Don't tell me you like to pretend to be him, pretend!"
The great Azibald? This is what the thief said in the forest. So is this the name of a performer? It's much easier to track him this way. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)