Chapter 571 Hallucination
Bazel was roughly pressed on the chair by Ash, with bones all over his body broken and flying, but he didn't care at all and looked up at the rows of judge seats above.
The towering dome, the faceless Inquisitor, the armed guards, and the Banshee standing beside him.
Bazel should probably have been afraid, but at this moment he was a little dazed.
A familiar feeling. He looked at everything in the courtroom around him, and memories slowly came back to him.
Even though I have experienced the baptism of the Forgotten Temple, there are some things I can never forget.
Those fearful and jealous eyes, the blood-stained soles of the Queen's shoes, the canonization book tightly held in her hand, and the covenant handed to Lina.
Basel looked up at the courtroom, his eyes swept across the figures, and suddenly his eyes met with a noble man who was holding up his head.
Prince, Bazel recognized him, but at this moment, the other party's cold eyes made Bazel feel somewhat familiar.
Bazel fell into memories.
As long as he can remember, Bazel has lived in the praise of others.
It doesn't take him long to master something that others spend their entire lives studying. If he is willing to spend a lot of time thinking about it, he will become an expert in this field.
When he was a child, everyone who saw him or had contact with him would praise him with a smile and praise him from the bottom of their hearts: What a smart child.
Then he turned his back and muttered softly - what a pity that he was an illegitimate child.
The regretful tone was somewhat deliberate, and the gloating could not be hidden.
Being an illegitimate child, this was the one thing that he couldn't change no matter how hard he tried.
Bloodline, surname, nobility, lowliness, these things are the best chisels in the world, carving a free soul into a humble appearance.
At that time, he would run to ask his biological mother with reluctance, and then, seeing the sadness and pain on his biological mother's face, his childhood memories would come to an abrupt end.
That was his happiest time, his only happy time.
This might be why he wanted to prove himself. He tried to stretch out his hand and grab everything in front of him.
Praise and commendation instantly turned into abuse and slander, but Basel stood his ground in the storm. He thrived in the circle of nobles, and the Gaorui bloodline and glorious surname seemed to be nothing more than that.
Basel enjoyed this feeling, enjoyed the pleasure that his illegitimate son could step on the heads of others, and he was complacent about it.
Perhaps he will spend his humble and boring life like this.
When did everything change?
Memories turned page by page, and suddenly stopped at a moment.
That seems to be the case in court as well.
In the first year of the Queen's reign, Duke Sigismund attempted to assassinate the King in court, but was killed on the spot by Isabella, and several of his vassals were sentenced to death by hanging.
But Bazel knew that this was not the case.
That day in court, the nobles, led by Sigmund, joined forces to attack the queen and sent her to the dock.
The imperial court had never tried an empress before, and they complimented each other smugly, as if they had the young empress in their hands.
Bazel used some tricks and squeezed into the carnival. He sat on the judgement seat and looked down at the figure wearing the crown.
Isabella happened to be looking up and her eyes met his for a moment, but Basel was stunned.
In those red eyes, there was joy, excitement, greed, and bloodthirstiness, but no fear.
Then the memory was drowned in chaos. The queen walked through the court on blood, and the bright sword cut off heads one by one.
When Bazel came to his senses, he was already stepped on the ground by her. Isabella tapped his face with the tip of the sword, leaving a bloody mark.
"Tell those losers that if they want to kill me, bring your swords."
Bazel looked at her blood-stained dress and suddenly felt his world gradually shattered.
Outside of the rules and regulations of the nobles, outside of the carefully chosen verbal confrontations, outside of the elegant manners, there is another power that can truly decide everything.
It was so beautiful, so fascinating, that Basil suddenly felt that everything he had done before was just playing house.
Her Majesty the Queen left. Bazel looked at her back and subconsciously reached out his hand.
He could never forget that figure.
His vision gradually blurred, and the pages of his memory turned quickly. When Bazel raised his head, the Queen was pointing her sword at his shoulder.
"From now on, you are a border earl. Your fiefdom is in the Canary Mountains. Go get the title letter later." Isabella put away her sword and waved her hand. "Next."
A young man knelt tremblingly in front of the Queen, but Basel didn't care and just looked at the Queen with obsession.
"Her Majesty was assassinated?!"
Bazel suddenly jumped up from his armchair, holding the letter in his trembling hands.
"Impossible. Impossible. Absolutely impossible!!!"
He rushed out of the room.
During that time, the Winter Wolf Guard was obsessed and swept through the North again and again, and the armies of the three archdukes were busy avoiding their sharp edge.
His memories became a little confused again. When Bazel turned around, he found himself standing in the house again. A female voice suddenly rang out in the empty room: "How are you thinking about it?"
"Is what you said true? Can the Holy Temple of Bones really help me seize the entire continent?"
"Naturally, we help you seize the continent and you give us asylum. It's fair."
Bazel nodded, and suddenly asked, "I heard that the holy object can revive the dead?"
"Of course. You've also seen the Buried Ones of the White Crow. Their immortality comes from the Holy Temple of Bones. Do you have someone who needs to be resurrected?"
"No, just asking. Let's sign the contract."
A chuckle came from the shadows behind him.
Basel wanted to close his eyes, but he had no flesh and blood anymore, and his memories were in a state of confusion. He tried to concentrate, and found that he had arrived in the wasteland without knowing when.
"Lord Bazel, if the fight continues, there will probably be a lot of casualties. That extraordinary being named Nora is too strong."
Bazel stared at the short figure wielding the flail, feeling an inexplicable hatred in his heart.
Why, why wouldn't she die? She was just an ordinary burialist, but such an outstanding and perfect person like Her Majesty the Queen was assassinated.
"Kill her, kill her no matter what, cut off her head!" he roared at the soldiers around him.
Lina beside her raised the corner of her mouth.
"Bazel, do you plead guilty?"
The memories suddenly came to him clearly, and Basel was stunned for a moment, then he found himself still in the courtroom, being pressed into a chair.
She looked up and somehow met the prince's gaze.
Indifferent and calm, as if looking at a stone on the side of the road.
(End of this chapter)
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