Standing in the lead car, he was undoubtedly the protagonist of the day. So when his figure fell into everyone's eyes, the once quiet square was filled with all sorts of noises.
These hushed whispers gradually grew louder as the prison cart drew closer and the guards on guard did not restrain them.
"You damned bastard! Look what you've done?! You deserve to go to hell!"
The first loud voice came from a middle-aged man dressed in clothes no different from those of ordinary people, but his expression was somewhat tense.
Following his initial statement, several other men with greater audacity issued accusations:
"Executioner! Devil!"
"You are responsible for those who died!"
"Why are you unmoved, you cold-blooded beast!"
As described in the accusations, Von Palen, standing in the prison van, remained unmoved. From the moment he boarded the van until he appeared in everyone's sight, he had maintained a blank expression, not even moving his eyes or glancing at anyone.
Perhaps influenced by these accusations, or perhaps by Von Palen's indifferent attitude, more and more people began to accuse him. The voices were no longer limited to young and strong men; the elderly, women, and even teenagers roared angrily.
A torrent of insults filled the square, but Von Palen remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard a thing. Meanwhile, in the prison vans behind him, Bowerman, his face covered in blood scabs, was frantically banging his head against the cages. Even with his face covered in blood, he couldn't spit out the gag and fight back against these "traitors."
Behind all the prison carts, the carriage carrying the Yan Kingdom Emperor and Albert Wolfgang was no longer noticed. Now, countless eyes and voices were all directed at von Palen.
Wolfgang, sitting in the carriage, twitched slightly on his pale face as he listened to the surging sounds. He moved his lips but made no sound. He simply turned his gaze back to the prison cart at the front and sighed inwardly.
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