I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 163 Paladin (Part )
Dolan stood among the townspeople in the town square where hundreds of people gathered. The scene was very noisy, with men in short skirts, women in long skirts and with their hair covered with cloth all whispering.

They were a little frightened because there were twelve wooden racks erected in the square, with twelve people hanging on them. These people were swaying in the wind, with their tongues sticking out, their faces ferocious, and foul-smelling stuff dripping from their pants.

Such things scared the townspeople who had never seen the world.

They were trembling and shaking. In addition to the twelve dead people, there were some people tied to wooden racks. Their pants and skirts were stripped off, revealing their genitals that were huddled together in fear.

A player holding a scalpel was performing castration on them one by one, with a happy smile on his face. His men kept cutting the chickens, making those who had been castrated and those who had not yet had their turn cry loudly and try hard to admit their mistakes.

As for the remaining defeated prisoners, most of them knelt on the ground with their left wrists placed on a log. A man holding a big knife was performing a "ritual" of "depriving them of the ability to steal and rob" one by one.

There were only two people standing aside with faces full of helplessness and fear. One of them was old and the other was young. They looked very similar and were both honest. Judging from their age and appearance, they should be father and son.

They seemed to be very timid. Although they followed the leader of the defeated soldiers to the town of Shila, they just made a lot of noise. There was no blood on their weapons, and they were still wearing the Republic Army uniforms. There was no money in their pockets. Their lower body clothes were neat and their belts were tied tightly. When they saw the players, they knelt down immediately and threw their weapons aside.

So among the captured prisoners of war, only the two of them survived.

The situation was urgent, and Monokuma was not too rigorous or serious in his judgment of these prisoners of war.

When capturing a captive, if there is blood on his weapon blade or on his body that does not belong to him, then it is assumed that he has killed someone.

When they were caught, they were found to be carrying unusual property and clothing, and were judged to have been stealing or robbing others.

It is a bit difficult to judge the strong alkali, because this behavior often occurs in the chaos of battle and it is difficult to get solid evidence.

Monokuma's subordinates could only make judgments based on vague signs, such as whether someone had scratches from the rebels, or whether anyone saw him forcibly pulling women in the chaos.

At the same time, all the prisoners of war will have their lower body clothes stripped off to check whether there is blood in their crotches and whether their lower body clothes are abnormally messy. Finally, the suspected prisoners will be questioned in a harsh voice. If the latter trembles and stammers, they will be assumed to have done it.

But such judgments are bound to be wrong, but the same thing applies: in special circumstances, heavier punishments should be imposed.

In troubled times, heavy codes are used, and strong medicines are used for serious illnesses.

To correct a wrong, one must go too far, but going too far cannot correct a wrong.

Cases of accidental killing and wrongful killing are certainly unavoidable, but there is nothing that can be done about it, so Chris has never thought of retracting the rules he set... Maybe when Bagnia stabilizes in the future, he will correct them, but he certainly won't do that now.

As the execution progressed, the whispers of the crowd in the square grew louder and louder. The townspeople were shocked and horrified by the cruel scene before their eyes. Some of them began to pray in low voices, hoping that this disaster would end as soon as possible.

Those who were tied up and were still alive were crying and begging desperately, hoping to get a little mercy, which frightened the townspeople who were the victims.

The townspeople should have been angry and happy about the suffering of the perpetrators, but the player's methods were too cruel, which frightened the former and made them sympathize with the latter.

However, because of this fear, the townspeople kept Monokuma's words firmly in mind. +Killing means death, strong alkali will chop chicken, robbery/theft will chop off hands+
While everyone in Shila Town was filled with fear and sympathy, Dolan was the only one who did not have such unnecessary emotions. He just watched excitedly as the heavily armored warriors executed the fleeing soldiers. He felt that they were doing the right thing.

Dolan's eyes swept across the square. There was neither fear nor sympathy in his eyes, only cold excitement. He looked at the bound fleeing soldiers, saw the fear and despair twisted on their faces, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

In his view, these people were nothing but the dregs of war who had destroyed the peace of the land, and the punishment they were now receiving was nothing but retribution for their crimes.

After the execution, Black and White Bear waved his hand and had people drag away the injured but not dead prisoners whose bleeding had stopped. He sent people to take them away and then handed them over to the players of the logistics team at the back, asking them to take them back to Bolas and hand them over to Prince Chris for processing.

Chris did not instruct the player to bring back the prisoners because doing so would waste the player's time and energy, and he felt that the latter would not be so idle.

But Monokuma and the others would do it, for a simple reason: they wanted to play a joke on Prince Chris and have some fun.

The execution was over, and now it was time to return the dirty things.

The two players used carts, running back and forth one after another, piling up the things looted by the defeated soldiers.

There was a chipped pottery jar stained with blood, an upside-down iron pot with unknown stains, a silver-plated candlestick twisted into strange angles due to the heavy impact, a torn oatmeal bag with brown grains and copper coins mixed together, and a few silver coins with tooth marks stuck in it, like bitten cakes.

Therefore, when Monokuma wanted to return the things to the townspeople, most players really had no objection, and a small number of players lost interest after rummaging through them.

These items were found on the fleeing soldiers and were obviously stolen goods when they looted the town.

The crowd in the square gradually quieted down, everyone looking at the returned items. The townspeople's faces showed a complex mix of expressions: some anger, some sadness, and some helplessness. Among these items might be the remains of lost loved ones, or perhaps even their stolen property.

To be honest, the richest man in the town is Dolan, and the valuable things in his house have basically been exchanged for books. As for the deserters... it's just like when zero-dollar shopping was popular in the United States, the safest store was the bookstore.

The only people who know what's going on now are the players, but they didn't find even a piece of paper in the pile of garbage.

"Come on, that guy."

Black and White Bear stood beside the cart, waved to Dolan, and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"Come here, you'll be in charge of returning the things... Can you do it!?"

"OK, no problem!"

Dolan subconsciously straightened his back and patted his chest to make a promise.

(End of this chapter)