However, people's anger has not dissipated. The head of a marquis cannot satisfy their long-suppressed emotions. The carnival continues and the anger is still being vented.

People cheered and shouted.

"Death penalty! Death penalty!"

The civilians were completely excited!

The fate of those bigwigs who used to be high and mighty and could not be looked up to is now in the hands of the people - at least in form.

"Dawn Sharaf, guilty of murder, inciting war, and robbery."

"Flory Carson, sentenced."

"Giovanio Valdez, sentenced to death"

One by one, the familiar and "honorable" surnames were read out loud by the tiefling who succeeded Medoralash.

One noble after another was dragged onto the guillotine, and the sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood was heard again and again. Every time the steel knife fell, a burst of warm cheers broke out from the crowd.

Even the wooden platform was dyed red, and a slowly flowing river of blood flowed down from it, even spreading to people's feet.

Viscount Luton was being held in the prisoner group by the Tiefling guards, trembling all over.

"Gods"

"How could such a thing happen?"

"Do these people want to kill all the nobles in the North?"

Viscount Luton looked at the elderly nobleman on the guillotine on the platform with trepidation, and his face turned pale.

He knew the nobleman, Count Yaskin Garrett, a famous general of the Principality of Bosk, and could be considered his uncle.

The former Earl of Yaskin had galloped across the battlefield and won the respect of the nobles on horseback. Luton even wrote an impassioned poem of praise for him - "The General's Triumphal Song".

But at this moment, this former general was waiting to be slaughtered like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the sharp knife fell again.

Viscount Luton subconsciously shrank his neck, as if the person being beheaded was himself.

Suddenly, he felt something warm splash on his neck.

He touched it subconsciously.

That is blood.

Still fresh, warm blood.

However, things are far from over.

"Gulu, Guru"

The bloody head rolled down from the platform and landed not far in front of Viscount Luton. The pair of desperate, open eyes were staring at him closely.

"A-Lord Arkins."

Viscount Luton screamed in fear. He felt a wave of nausea rising in his throat and almost retched.

"vomit"

However, just as he was about to bend down, he was roughly held by the tiefling guards behind him. His hands were locked tightly and he was forced to straighten his back.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't try any tricks!"

The voice of "Death penalty! Death penalty!" rang out again, almost shaking the sky.

The cheers of the crowd, the scolding of the guards, and the sound of the guillotine falling intertwined and echoed in Luton's ears.

Viscount Luton felt dizzy, his ears were buzzing, sharp tinnitus rang out, and then there was silence, and the world in front of him seemed to turn blood red.

Those fanatical, cheering people were like a group of devils from the abyss.

"Crazy, crazy." "They are all crazy."

Viscount Luton's face was pale, his eyes were empty, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Many scenes flashed through his mind, including grand banquets, marching troops, elegant dances, and beautifully bound books.
That was the life he was supposed to have.

The North shouldn't be like this. It should be a paradise for nobles like him.

What's wrong with this world?
They actually dare to resist?

Why are all those submissive civilians going crazy?

"This world is hopeless."

This is what Viscount Luton thought in his last moments before he lost consciousness.

The Tiefling guards began to chatter.

"He fainted from fright!"

"As expected of a softie from the North!"

"Haha, I've seen a lot of nobles like this. Last time there was one who was even more embarrassed. He was frightened into a fool."

"Tsk, what a bunch of rubbish."

“This is just a dream!”

"I never thought that the fate of these noble lords could be decided by us."

"He, they actually compensated me! I got three gold coins!"

"I finally avenged my wife and daughter"

After leaving the crowded venue, people were talking about it, and excitement still remained on their thin faces.

The public trial lasted from morning to evening and was conducted in order of status from high to low.

What once served as the northern nobles' superiority has now become a death warrant.

These nobles in high positions have more or less had experience of oppressing ordinary people, or perhaps it is just a habit, and they have never truly regarded ordinary people as equal "people".

And when people's anger is ignited, severe retaliation becomes justified.

In one day, twenty-seven nobles had their heads chopped off. Among them, the one with the highest status and the most enthusiastic support was Marquis Holleren, and the one with the lowest status was the Count of the Principality of Bosk.

The vast treasure they had looted was removed from the mansion, and a considerable portion of it was distributed among the victims.

The kingdom's strategy of sowing discord was successful.

This is a conspiracy.

It was an open conspiracy to alienate the common people and the nobles.

After this public trial, those who participated in the trial and received benefits were completely tied to the chariot of the Burning Kingdom.

After all, their hands are stained with the blood of the Northern nobles. Once the Northern nobles resume their rule, what awaits them will definitely be the most cruel and bloody revenge.

Therefore, people had no choice but to passively accept the rule of the kingdom.

Moreover, the rule of the evil dragon does not seem to be as brutal as rumored - at least for civilians.

In addition to the nobles who were executed, many nobles of lower status escaped, including Viscount Luton.

They were temporarily detained in the former prison of the Principality of Bosk, awaiting their own trial.

"November 1785, 11, Third Era. I will never forget this unforgettable day."

"That day, my world seemed to turn blood red."

"I have never seen so many distinguished people die in front of me. A day ago, they were my beloved elders and respected teachers, but after that day, they all turned into cold headless corpses."

"This was not a so-called 'trial', but a brutal massacre of the nobles of the North. The dragon and his kingdom shamelessly incited our people and stirred their emotions - turning them into true demons.

——"Luton Seager's Notes" (End of this chapter)