"What happened up ahead? Why are there so many people watching?" The middle-aged man grabbed a passerby and asked.
Although he was very impatient, looking at the strong right arm holding his arm, the local resident felt as if he was restrained by an iron clamp, and no matter how he struggled, he could not move at all.
"The place ahead is the local temporary execution ground. Viscount Mo Ruo is having a thief hanged." He said a few simple words and pointed to the end of the street, where there was a high platform. The area was already full of figures.
"Is that man going to be hanged just for stealing something?" Quirik clenched his hands again, then slowly separated them.
"Yes, but what he stole was the most precious secret treasure of Viscount Moruo's family. It is said to be worth several thousand extraordinary gold coins."
After hearing this, the uncle slowly took his hand away and continued forward.
"Is someone going to be hanged again recently? What a misfortune." As the two of them talked more about it, more and more people around them started talking about it.
"I guess he's one of those crazy people from the revolutionaries."
"It doesn't seem like it. Unlike the previous ones, he should be a member of some organization. Yes, that's right. Look at the sign hanging in front of him."
On the wooden platform, a man covered in scars was pushed onto the stage, with two old wooden signs hanging around his neck.
Looking at the names of the two major organizations, a new round of discussion began.
"No way, would a neutral guarantee organization like 'Blindfolded Man' do such a thing?"
"I don't know. Perhaps Viscount Mo Ruo has offended someone. You know, he's notoriously stingy."
"I thought they were revolutionaries from Purple Shant Province. Weren't they all like this a few days ago?"
"Maybe this time it's different."
People talked, and then the executioner began to announce the time had come.
"Put a rope around his neck and get ready."
Several soldiers began to move, and at that moment, a resounding sound pierced the sky. It was a crimson light, and a nimble figure was aboard a speeding eagle.
As it approached, a crimson sword shadow slashed down, cutting the hanging rope. A woman with wine-red hair stood on the platform. She held a scimitar like a scorpion hook and wore a fiery red nightingale badge on her chest.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
As she finished her words, several figures leaped up from the stage and stood beside her. These figures wore fiery bronze badges and emanated a surge of extraordinary magical power.
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