Chapter 215: 19. Holidays and storms (14)

"How could you not know?!!!"
Erich, they jumped and yelled wildly as if they felt like they were being played.
"It's strange to think about this?"
Roland agrees with this, and can only shrug helplessly.
"Sorry, I can't do anything about this kind of thing."
"No apologies! If an apology is useful, you don't need a fire brigade!!"
"Hami? Is the task of the firefighters to extinguish the anger of the quarrel?"
"Kohler, it's a policeman, a policeman!"
"Oh, is that true? Then there is no need for a policeman!!"
The boys who were helped by their peers shouted again, but looking at this segment between them and Roland, it was really easy to misunderstand what a funny society they are. They are practicing the classic segment in the crosstalk. Many tourists have already covered their stomachs and laughed Can't stand straight. Parsifal's lip line twisted into waves, and finally he couldn't resist laughing.
"In short, even if you and I give advice, I can't help it, then I'll see you again. Ah, yes. Remember to improve the language."
With a troubled expression on his face, Roland owed a salute, ready to turn and leave, as the elf boy of the little boss stepped forward.
"Wait! Do you want to run away like this?"
"but……"
"Ah, trouble is dead... Don't waste your saliva, just blow them away with a punch? Is it a troubled little master."
A lazy, irritated voice came from behind, and Caspar smirked and stretched out his claws like a knife, his tail swaying with excitement.
"Fool! Do you want to play here?"
"Anyway, the other party provoked it first? Or do you want to call Li Lin's father to help?"
Irrespective of the senses around him, Wilder's instinct to attack must start, like a real wolf arching his spine, his legs constantly accumulating the power needed for the outbreak.
Beep--
The whistle sounded, and the elf in the uniform of the youth regiment [Junior] ran towards this place, spitting his whistle, and shouting with a volcanic eruption:
"No onlookers! No street fights! Do you want me to tell you the social rules?!!!"
In less than a second, no one left for the onlookers and the children who caused the incident. Blowing the whistle [Juvenile] glanced at the ice cream ice cream not far away, the consul was smiling at him, and his cheeks quickly climbed to a blush.
"Big Brother! Thank you!"
Roland's polite thanks fluttered in the wind. [Juvenile] who is feeling good is suddenly stiff.
"Not [Big Brother], obviously [Big Sister], right?"
Looking at Roland's distant back, Freya almost fell to the ground and cried.
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Nancy twisted her body frantically, trying to defend herself, and her bloody, muddy eyes tried to find her parents and sisters in the crowd. They all failed.
Her body was firmly fixed. There was a stinky pantyhose that a man was wearing in her mouth, and the tears in her lower body made her unable to faint. As for her family-when the cowardly man whom she became [the father] threw her to the thug, Nancy should understand that nothing was expected.
In front of a pile of testimonies piled up with whistleblowers, lies, and slander. The little girl's excuse has no value. After going through the field trial, he soon decided to test Nancy's "Witch".
Officer Cadell flaunted the villagers: "The test to push a suspect into the water is the most effective if you want to determine whether a person is a heresy or a witch. As long as it is a pure-hearted person, the mother will hug him and let him do it. Sink. If you sell your soul to the demons, you will be rejected, and the pure water will spit him out."
The fools and fools were pleased with the profound knowledge of the priest. In the miserable scream, Nancy was pushed into the river. The body of the 13-year-old girl was unfortunately pushed into sleep by buoyancy. From the moment of cheering and cursing, no one doubted that [Nancy Darwin was the curse of the witch who cast a curse on the whole village], everyone was happily preparing The ceremony of [Relieving the Curse] went.
"This kid smells so bad."
"Forget it, it'll be over soon."
The executioners piled firewood under the pillars bound to Nancy, and the men in pointed hoods chatted for themselves. One of them looked up by accident and noticed the blood dripping from the girl's thigh.
"Those guys haven't done the things they should do."
The white pointed hood with its eyes and mouth only smiled like a ghost. Then drifted away.
Residents in this area believed that the unmarried girl died, was cursed by the devil, and would become a monster to attack the village after death. In order to prevent that terrible thing, every household is equipped with a wedge for breaking melons, and now Nancy's torn body is stuffed with that evil thing.
"Pious people who believe in the omnipotent goddess Mafa! We must not let those who indulge in evil curses leave us alone!"
Priest Kadel opened his hands widely. Announced to the villagers. At this time, the two little figures stumbled out of the crowd, and hugged the thick thigh of the priest.
"Master God, show mercy! Sister, she is really innocent!"
"Please beg your sister! We are just the daughters of the poor. How could it be a witch?"
Ignoring the two younger sisters, the priest kicked the two younger sisters relentlessly.
People laughed. While watching the two sisters crying in the dust, they made a blissful comment:
"I have long seen them as something!"
"Is this heresy? Hey hey, it really scares people."
"Why not burn down their whole family? The whole family of Cassant was killed by a mad husband."
"Master Madam is so compassionate, knowing that the family has witch blood, and just burned the daughter of the crime to atone for them."
No one has a sympathy, only leisurely relieved from terror. People seem to be attending some kind of celebration instead of watching the living being burned to death.
"Oh, cheers! Sing praises! God's people, the seeds of sin will be burned to death in the near future!"
Cardel regarded the casual chatting and fanatical call of the masses as heaven's fairy music, and his drunken red face became trance, and as the palm fell down to Nancy, with a curse and laughter, a bunch of torches in the air Drawing a perfect parabola, the original red lotus illuminates the girl's frightened and twisted face, and also makes the faces of the villagers, priests and nobles clear.
"Just come here."
Albert put down the telescope~EbookFREE.me~He has seen enough today. Stacking the paper that recorded the entire tragedy and stuffing it into the pocket, the lieutenant began to pack up.
In addition to the smell of firewood burning in the distant wind, and the stench when human flesh is burned, no one wants to stay in this gloomy place for an extra second. The mission has come to an end and there is no need to stay.
but--
"This is by no means the end."
Listening to the silent wailing in the wind, Albert said like a philosopher.
"This is just a broken prelude."
PS: Guess the small theater
Li Lin: Yesterday’s winners were [Lieutenant Colonel Yang Hao Technology] and [Fuyun Yashi], congratulations!
Niederhogg: Today’s question is 1. What is the prototype of Rosie’s Parsifal? (Hint: Wagner Opera) 2. What is the reason why Freya is mistaken for a teenager? (Hint: the outline of a certain part of the body.) Hurry up, everyone!