People's noisy arguments and whispers continued, but due to the thousand years of accumulated power of the Bosque family, no one dared to stand up.

Medoraash glanced at the people in the audience who were either frightened or panicked, and his pure black eyes narrowed slightly.

"Everyone, this is a public trial in the kingdom. You can exercise your power to the fullest without any fear."

"Hehehe"

Suddenly, laughter was heard from the podium.

Holleren, who had been silent all this time, raised his head tremblingly, and a wanton smile appeared on his blood-stained face.

"Evil dragon's followers, your plot will never succeed."

"Struffburg will always be the territory of the Bosk family. The blood of the lion will never surrender!"

"I am Holleren Bosk, the eldest son of Grand Duke Leo. No one except my father is qualified to judge me!"

Holleren spat out bloody saliva and cursed at Medorash, as if he was ready to risk his life.

"You're asking for death, aren't you?"

Medoraash wiped the blood off his face, without any anger on his face. Instead, he asked back in an unusually calm tone.

"You want to be like those epic stories, where you get killed while fighting against your enemies and end up being remembered as a hero."

"Unfortunately, I won't do what you want."

Medorash shook his head slightly and walked slowly to Holleran's side.

"Let me tell you - you will become a sinner judged by the people, nailed to the pillar of shame in history, become a laughing stock in your family history, and also be the beginning of the complete demise of the northern nobles."

The tiefling's words were low, like the devil's whisper, echoing in his ears.

Holleran raised his head with difficulty and stared at the tiefling with gritted teeth.

"You, you are dreaming!"

"The tenacious Scandinavians will not listen to your nonsense!"

Suddenly, a mocking sneer appeared on Medorash's face.

"Is it really what you say?"

The tiefling turned, drew the longsword from his waist, and held it high in the sunlight.

"In the name of the Duke of the Burning Embers Kingdom, I promise everyone that anyone who participates in the public trial and whose accusations are true will not bear any responsibility afterwards!"

"and"

His tone was passionate and his words were interrupted with abrupt pauses.

"You still have a chance to get a share of Marquis Holleran Bosco's property according to the laws of the kingdom."

Suddenly, the crowd started to stir again.

That is the asset of the eldest son of the Northern Marquis and Grand Duke Leo!

Holleren owns countless manors and mines. The amount of gold coins stored in the Marquis's mansion alone is probably unimaginable for ordinary civilians.

In the face of huge interests, even the power of the nobility becomes insignificant.

And in that crowded crowd, many people are already eager to try and are ready to give it a try.

"mean!"

"You, you are starting a riot!"

Holleren, who was tied to the wooden frame, roared at the top of his lungs, but Medorash didn't even look at him.

"S-lord!"

"I, I have a crime to accuse!"

A trembling male voice suddenly sounded.

People turned their eyes over and saw that the person who was speaking was a middle-aged man in simple clothes.

His rough hands were tangled together, his face was covered in sweat due to extreme nervousness, and even his lips were a little pale, but it still couldn't hide the deep hatred in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Lulu Lun, Lu Lun Pierce, a merchant in the east of the city."

"please say."

Medrash's face immediately lit up with joy, and he stretched out his hand to signal the man to speak.

"Holeron Da. No, Holleron Bosque, he brought soldiers in the name of 'Great Levies' and robbed all the money and food in my store."

"His knights also kidnapped my wife and daughter on the charge of disrespecting the nobility!"

At first, Lu Lun's words were a little halting, but as he continued to narrate, his tone became increasingly high-pitched and angry.

"I thought they were in prison, so I chased them desperately and raised money to redeem them."

"Finally, I found their bodies in the military camp outside the city. They were tortured to death."

By the end of his speech, his voice was hoarse.

Lu Lun's eyes were filled with tears.

Finally, as if he wanted to completely pour out the emotions that had been suppressed for so long, he actually picked up a handful of dirty snow and mud on the ground and smashed it hard at Holleren on the platform.

"Pah!" Holleren's face on the high platform was covered with dirty snow and mud. He looked extremely embarrassed and had none of the demeanor of a northern nobleman.

"nonsense!"

"This is naked slander!"

"This bastard accepted the dragon's gold!"

Holleren had disheveled hair and was cursing at Lu Lun in the audience, wishing he could kill him on the spot.

He was a marquis and had never been insulted like this!

In front of tens of thousands of people!
What Holleran didn't realize was that the nightmare had just begun.

The order in the Principality of Bosk has always been better than that in other northern countries, but even so, many cruel things still happened during this infamous "Great Levies".

After all, soldiers of this era are never reasonable.

After hearing Lu Lun's words, everyone present sighed, some even shed tears, and more people were ignited with anger.

What’s more important is that now that Lu Lun has taken the lead and set an example, they no longer have to worry and can speak freely.

It can be said that one stone can cause a thousand waves.

"I have a crime to accuse, too!"

"Me too!"

"His knights smashed my house!"

"They killed my mother!"

"They stole our winter food and starved my son to death!"

At this moment, justice and evil, dragons and nobles are no longer important.

People need to vent.

They were outraged and rushed to accuse the northern nobles of their crimes in this public trial, telling stories of the past that they had once remained silent about.

Telischka and Holleran were the two main persons in charge of the "Great Levy".

In order to show off in front of the Duke, they often led the soldiers in person to collect food and military expenses.

Now that Count Trischka is dead, Marquis Holleran Bosco has become the only outlet for people's hatred.

People were caught up in a frenzy and fury. Mud, branches and even stones were constantly thrown onto the stands and hit the Marquis Holleren.

"No"

"You are a bunch of untouchables and traitors"

"How could you survive until now without our Bosque family?"

However, the crowd's loud cheers drowned out his feeble rebuttal, and no one cared what he said anymore.

At this moment, Holleren Bosque was in a miserable state. He was tied to a wooden frame, his body covered with scars and dirt. His blood-stained face showed a ferocious expression, and there was no trace of his so-called lion bloodline.

In people's eyes, he seemed no different from those criminals.

Finally, Medrash raised his voice and pronounced:
"After a public trial by the people of Stratford, Holleren Bosque was found guilty of a series of crimes including murder, corruption, bribery, and robbery."

"As the spokesperson for the evil Northern regime, Holleron Bosque committed extremely serious crimes and had an extremely bad attitude. He was sentenced to multiple punishments and was eventually sentenced to..."

Medrash paused deliberately, wanting to make everyone present feel more involved.

"Death penalty! Death penalty!"

The angry people in the audience shouted.

It was not until the sound gathered into a wave like the ocean that he uttered the last two words:

"death penalty."

The tiefling guards stepped forward, removed the cloth covering the guillotine, and escorted Holleran over.

Holleren continued to struggle, roaring with a ferocious look on his face.

"no no"

"You bastards, you have no right to judge me!"

"Traitor! You are all traitors!"

But all these struggles and resistances were in vain. Under the tough actions of the tieflings, the marquis was still taken to the guillotine.

Even at the last moment, Holleran tried hard to raise his head.

"I am the eldest son of Grand Duke Leo—"

"Crack!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound.

What followed was the sight of a shiny blood-stained blade, splattering blood, and waves of cheers from the audience.

Under the deliberate guidance of the kingdom, the people of Strafford broke the arrogance of the northern nobles with their own hands.

"Tick, tick..."

The inclined trapezoidal knife on the guillotine was lifted up again, and blood dripped from the edge. The sharp blade shone brightly in the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling. (End of this chapter)