Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 67 Burning Mountain
At dusk that day.

Fruit Basket Village.

The setting sun slowly sank into the horizon, dyeing the sky a soft orange. In the distance, the green branches and leaves of the fruit trees swayed gently in the breeze.

What a peaceful scene!

At this time, several soldiers arrived here with a carriage.

"My Lords, may I ask what you have come here to ask for?"

Robert, the village chief, stood in front of the soldiers and bowed cautiously.

As he spoke, he took out a few copper sols from the worn pocket of his sheepskin robe and handed them to the leading soldier.

"We are here to deliver food on the orders of the great Lord of Black Wolf Territory."

The soldier refused his coin and said solemnly.

After saying this, he and his companions began to unload loads of barley from the wagon.

Robert: "???"

He had lived for decades, but this was the first time he heard of a lord sending food to serfs!
"Are all these food supplies for our village?" Robert said in disbelief.

If these grains are mixed with some bran and nettle seeds to make black bread, they are enough to feed the whole village for a whole month!
"This is already a small amount. The two villages next to you that were suffering from famine, the Lord generously sent three carts of food and fodder."

The soldier rolled his eyes.

Although he couldn't understand why the lord was so generous, the order was absolute.

"By the way, farmer, the lord has announced that all the criminals captured recently will be executed in Mineral Town at noon tomorrow. You can organize your villagers to watch."

After moving all the food and supplies, the soldiers left with these words, got on the empty carriage and hurried away, leaving Robert standing there in a daze.

"This can't be the lord's style. Could it be His Highness?" he muttered to himself.

It seems necessary to go and take a look.

Noon the next day.

Mineral Town.

The azure sky is like a clear and flawless sapphire, with the sun hanging high in the center, and thousands of sunlight pouring down like waterfalls, making people sweat.

However, the townspeople and people from various villages and towns in the territory ignored the scorching heat and flocked to the same place like a tide.

In the center of Mineral Town, a new tall guillotine was built.

Its main body is made of dark oak with fine carvings on the wood. A heavy guillotine is hung on the top beam. The blade is sharp as a mirror and emits a cold light in the sunlight.

It looks like its knife maker must have put in all his effort when sharpening it.

More than a hundred shackled villains knelt beside the guillotine. They were guarded by a group of soldiers holding spears and wearing leather armor. They could only look at the cold guillotine above their heads in despair.

Directly opposite the guillotine, a platform was built, and Karen was sitting on the main seat of the platform.

However, he didn't seem to be in a very good condition at the moment, and sweat was coming out of his forehead.

It's not because of the heat, but because
"Your Highness, are you sure you want to stand all the time?" Karen couldn't help but ask behind him.

Xia Mingyu, wearing the Crown of Humility, was standing quietly behind him.

This is exactly why Karen was nervous. How could it be that His Highness should stand while the Viscount sit?

"It's okay, so that the people below won't make wild guesses." Xia Mingyu said lightly.

"Let's get started, Karen."

Xia Mingyu glanced at the dense crowd of onlookers below the platform and noticed that their expressions were filled with anticipation.

After all, almost all the villains in the territory are here, and the people below have suffered a lot from their oppression.

Hatred, saying that it can be resolved by oneself or with love are all lies to deceive people. Only the blood of the enemy can wash away the wounds in the soul.

"Start!" Karen stood up, roared and made a downward chopping gesture with his hand.

The next moment, the soldiers guarding the villains started moving.

One by one, the shackled villains were taken to the guillotine, and then the first villain was pressed under the knife.

He was a middle-aged man in his thirties. After being hungry in the dungeon for many days, his eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"Moir, owner of the Golden Jasmine brothel, killed seventeen locals and forced thirty-one women into prostitution."

Old Sean stood in front of the guillotine, holding the indictment and reading out his crimes.

Bang, bang, bang!
Many people in the crowd threw stones at More, and soon his head was covered in blood and he was wailing.

Old Sean didn't bother to care and just buried his head in reading the indictment.

After doing so many evil things, he was only hit by a few stones before his death. It was considered a bargain for him!

After reading out the charges, the executioners began to pull the capstan with great effort.

Then clang!
With the dull thud of the guillotine falling and the sound of cervical vertebrae breaking, a head with eyes open fell and rolled all the way down the designed slope to the open space.

"Great, that devil is finally dead!"

"Woo woo, Sister Mia, you can finally rest in peace."

"Long live the lord!"

There was a sudden cheer from the crowd, and many prostitutes who had been liberated from the Golden Jasmine brothel cried with joy.

And this is just the beginning.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
From the scorching noon till dusk, the guillotine fell tirelessly again and again, each time causing cheers from the crowd and a round head.

Although many people in the crowd vomited and fainted, they were quickly woken up by their companions and allowed to watch the feast again.

Is there anything more satisfying than seeing the evil people who oppressed them being beheaded with your own eyes?
If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

After all the shackled villains had their cervical vertebrae severed by the guillotine in fear and panic, a small hill made up of more than a hundred heads had been piled up in the open space at the end of the slope.

The head at the bottom was soaked in a pool of smelly blood, and the hair was tangled like water plants.

Hundreds of pitch-black crows were circling in the yellow sky, staring at the "hill" below with eager eyes.

There were even some brave crows that wanted to swoop over and grab the monsters, but they were quickly driven away by the surrounding soldiers holding spears.

"Sun, fire, impact magic pattern."

Xia Mingyu stood on the high platform, staring at the scenery while suppressing his nausea. Then blank magic power gathered at his fingertips, and complicated magic patterns were drawn in the air.

boom!
As the magic patterns overlapped, a ball of blazing flame streaked across the dim sky like a meteor, instantly hitting the bottom of the landscape and leaving a brilliant trail in the air.

Crackling!

In an instant, the hill of skulls was engulfed in flames, and the flames licked every strand of hair violently, making crackling sounds.

The onlookers stared blankly at the blazing torch, their pupils reflecting the flames, and they felt as if something was missing in their hearts.

Bang, bang.

I don't know who took the lead in kneeling down, but accompanied by the sound of kowtows, all the onlookers knelt deeply towards Karen on the platform.

"My Lord, you are the most benevolent lord. It is my greatest honor to be your subject. I will grow food for you for the rest of my life!"

"Woo, woo, thank you for the food you sent me. I was so hungry that I had no milk left, and my baby was dying of hunger. It was thanks to you that my newborn baby was saved."

"My daughter, the kind Lord has avenged you and killed those beasts. You can finally rest in peace in the underworld!"

The cries and praises of the people were like a tsunami, almost drowning the entire town.

Karen stared at the scene in a daze. He never thought that he would be thanked by so many people. As a great knight, his eyesight was enough to clearly see the tears and emotion on the faces of these civilians.

Especially the woman crying while holding a baby who was exactly the same size as his little Haydn.

Did these civilians have such a hard time? He had never noticed it before.
This was just a flattering move to gain His Highness's promise, but at this moment, Karen felt a sense of relief.
Fortunately, the baby did not die.

(End of this chapter)