[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Not surprisingly, the judges agreed to Mr. Xia Molu's request.That little familiarity with Ace wasn't enough to make the judges feel compelled to spare his life, a bum who dies when he dies, what else could happen?

Ace was not surprised by this result, and the plan he had considered before was gradually taking shape at this moment.He stood up calmly, his eyes swept across the audience with compassion, and a spiritually suggestive spell was released from his fingertips, covering the audience in an instant.

"I'm not guilty." He said calmly, his face pale due to the massive loss of mental power.Unlike the dignified and handsome that the French appreciate more, his appearance is more flamboyant and flamboyant.Because of the difference between the Maris continent and the French culture, there are faint traces of exoticism in his temperament.

Such a look may arouse admiration, but it is difficult to obtain pity from others.What Ace needs isn't mercy, he just needs to get the attention of enough people to stay here until the end of the trial.

Otherwise, where would the witnesses of the "angels" suffer?Even if the two parties are in a cooperative relationship, it is impossible for Ace to put all his chips on Sixtus IV.And this group of people will be his best reputation spreaders in the future...

Spiritual magic is not within the scope of elemental magic. Because it can enhance the cultivation of spiritual power while using it, almost all magicians know a few small spirit-based spells.Spiritual suggestion is one of the most basic ones, but it is easy to influence one person, but difficult to influence a group of people.In order to make such a large group of people pay attention to the "play" he deliberately performed, Ace really spent a lot of energy.

And the next thing to do, I'm afraid it will cost more... Ace frowned slightly, was pushed all the way through the small door, walked through several dark corridors, and was escorted to the underground torture room.

Mr. Xia Molu walked in the front, and he couldn't wait to make Ace suffer.He walked through the low door familiarly, and greeted the executioner Pierre Totruu who was sitting on the torture bed: "Good evening, Monsieur Pierre."

Pierre raised his eyebrows lazily, and asked, "Why, is there a new prisoner?"

"Refused to confess." Mr. Xia Molu shrugged and said hypocritically, "To be honest, I really don't want to use such a method."

Piera stood up and walked around Ace.His two burly apprentices were turning over the iron torture device on the fire, looking at Ace from time to time.Pierre said: "Oh! Is this a man?"

"Obviously." Mr. Xia Molu said.

"It's weird, I seem to have seen him somewhere." Piera said to herself, her eyes were swimming on Ace like a poisonous snake, "Skin and tender meat... really makes people reluctant to do it."

"I can't be more clear about you, Mr. Pierre." Mr. Xia Molu said relaxedly.After more than ten years of cooperation, no one knows Mr. Pierre's methods better than him.Even if Joan of Arc fell into his hands, he might have to recite the name of God as Satan.Therefore, he was only worried that there was no suitable reason to torture Ace before, but he never worried that Ace would insist that he was innocent in the end.

However, he finally asked hypocritically: "Are you still insisting on your innocence, dear child? Now you still have a chance."

Ace said indifferently: "I am not guilty."

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu put on a look of great pity, and said: "In this case, we have no choice but to interrogate you more severely... You know, you could have had a better chance. Where is the doctor? ?”

Someone in the shadows laughed.

Piera said strangely: "Come here now, Mr. Egyptian. Mr. Xia Molu, do you want to open the door or close it?"

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu said: "Shut it up."

"Then I'm afraid my fire will go out."

"Then leave it open?"

"That can't be done, his screams will echo in the corridor for three days and three nights."

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "Then what do you want to do?"

"It's not open or closed, just stand at the door to keep out the wind." Pierre said.

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu: "..."

He flicked his sleeves and walked to the door: "But which one are you going to start with?"

The executioner said: "The whip and the iron are very good." His eyes were full of dangerous enthusiasm, and he licked his teeth like a beast.

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu was a little surprised.They have cooperated for many years, and he certainly knows how rich Mr. Pierre's torture methods are.But generally speaking, he is more willing to treat prisoners in a way that does not see blood, rather than seeing blood. If blood is seen, it is not easy to say which side the public's sympathy will fall to.

Mr. Pierre seemed to see through his thoughts, and said, "I will pay attention to covering it up."

Mr. Xia Molu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.But because of the influence of spiritual hints, his eyes paused on Ace's pale and resolute expression, and he said again: "I ask you for the last time, do you still insist on your innocence, child?"

Ace lowered his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips: "I insist."

Mr. Xia Molu sighed, and retreated to the door: "Let's start, Mr. Pierre."

Pierre's two apprentices stepped forward, grabbed Ace's arms from left to right, and pushed him to the wall.Mr. Pierre looked around and motioned for them to hang Ace up.

Whipping also needs to pay attention to knowledge. From the choice of whip to the way of whipping, from the strength of whipping to the angle of whipping, as long as one of them is changed, the visual experience and pain given to people will be completely different.Mr. Pierre, who has been immersed in it for many years, naturally knows how to execute the sentence to meet Mr. Xia Molu's requirements.He chose a whip with sheep bones, which had been soaked in clear water beforehand, and it was sufficiently flexible. He looked at Ace facing the wall for a moment, and then nodded, letting his apprentice back away.

Ace concentrated all his mental power and crushed an emerald hidden between his fingers at the same time.

A whip shadow passed through the air!

After the palpitating whistling sound, there followed the sharp, painful sound of the whip smashing the clothes and falling on the flesh.The skin was cut instantly, and blood spattered out.Ace clasped his hands tightly, and uttered a sentence as if he was in unbearable pain: "...Don't follow the schemes of the wicked, don't stand in the way of sinners, and don't sit in the seat of scorners."

Ace did not intend to escape the torture, although the reason is actually a bit embarrassing-magicians are famous nerds, and as an aristocratic magician, although he should know a lot, what kind of whipping and what Ai Si is? Siam (?) He has never been in contact with it... If Pierre chooses other criminal methods, maybe he can still fool around with the wound, but whipping... Different methods and angles, Different whip models and whipping strengths will definitely cause different wounds.Not to mention that Ace has never seen what whiplash looks like, even if he has, it is obviously not so easy to make in front of an experienced executioner.

Of course he can create illusions, making Piera feel that he is indeed whipping people, and others also think that he is indeed being whipped, but firstly, he has to do a full set of plays, and secondly, Tutankhamun has already been angered by him Under the blockade, without the full cooperation of the Eye of Horus, I am afraid that it is not so easy to command with my own mental power... So after weighing for a while, Ace decisively crushed the gems and used the Eye of Horus to increase With mental power and magical power, he cut off the sense of touch on his body, and began to perform the script he set with dedication.

That's why he was able to face the wall so calmly, trembling slightly with the waving of the whip, while clenching his fists, reciting the "Psalms" of the "Bible" in a firm and devout voice.How to speak with a weak voice so that everyone can hear clearly is also a small skill that nobles are good at using.Applying this technique at this time must be quite useful.

When the second whip fell, Ace's voice was still trembling and firm, without any confusion or hesitation: "... Blessed is the man who loves the law of the Lord and meditates on it day and night."

Hearing the name of God, Mr. Pierre's whip could not help but paused.He couldn't believe what he heard, hesitated for a moment, and started the third whip.

The sound of piercing the air tore apart the clothes on Ace's back, leaving deep bloodstains on his flesh.Ace raised his head, and his fists were already stretched with blue veins: "...he will be like a tree planted by the stream, bearing fruit at the right time, and its leaves will not wither. Whatever he does, everything will go smoothly."

Mr. Pierre thought he was hallucinating.The hand holding the whip didn't tremble a bit, and he said harshly, "Change the other side!"

His two apprentices stayed for a long time before realizing what the master meant, untied Ace's wrist, and turned him around.And at the same time when Ace showed his face, everyone standing beside couldn't help taking a breath—his face was pale, but his expression was still pious and firm. The light is cold, the demeanor is awe-inspiring, and there is a faint aura that makes people dare not look directly at it.

He raised his emerald-like bright eyes, and there seemed to be a pitiful smile on his lips—a smile full of unequal pity, as if a god looked at the world.

Stimulated by this smile, Piera raised his whip without hesitation.The ear-piercing voice passed by again, and Ace's voice seemed to be more tense, but it still sounded firmly in everyone's ears: "...The wicked are not like this, they are like chaff blown away by the wind."

Mr. Pierre's arms began to tremble.Gritting his teeth, he swung his whip again.

Snapped!

"...so the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous."

Ace raised his chin slightly, and bright blood flowed from the corner of his lips, shining in everyone's eyes, making him extremely glaring.Mr. Pierre took a step back, almost his legs began to tremble.But he still gritted his teeth and swung his whip at Ace.

Snapped!

The end of the long whip grazed Ace's collarbone, drawing a deep bloodstain diagonally downward from left to right.Ace finally closed his eyes, and murmured compassionately and piously: "...for the Lord knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish!"

Pierre's arms were shaking like chaff.He could no longer swing his whip at Ace, because Ace in his sight seemed to be glowing faintly!Facing the hint of Ace's spirit, he threw the whip, took a few steps back, and said with a pale face, "God, who are you?"

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu finally found out that something was wrong.He turned around and just saw the scene where Mr. Pierre threw away the whip, and he couldn't help asking in surprise, "What's going on?"

However, no one paid any attention to him, and the gloomy torture room was already surrounded by a solemn atmosphere.Everyone's eyes were focused on Ace, and their hearts were filled with awe and trembling.Even without spiritual hints, Ace's lines from the "Psalms" served as the best hints - almost everyone thought of an aspect, an aspect they had never dreamed of.

This man—this man being tortured—was definitely not an ordinary man!

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu felt more and more uneasy.He walked in and asked tentatively, "Did he recruit?"

The place where he was standing was still some distance from the wall, so he only heard Ace talking, but didn't know what he was talking about.But the doctor and Pierre's two apprentices who were standing closer could hear them clearly all the time. They were already stunned, unable to express their feelings in any way.

Mr. Pierre was still calm, but he didn't hear Mr. Xia Molu's question at all.At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu had to ask again: "Did he recruit?"

Piera woke up suddenly, and looked at Xia Molu blankly: "I did it, of course I did it all!" With a frenzied expression, he grabbed an ax and chopped off the iron ring hanging on Ace's wrist.After two blunt bangs, Ace's arm finally dropped down, and those emerald eyes finally opened again, and he glanced at Xia Molu indifferently.

"Is it over?"

His voice remained steady, unchanged from before.Pierre stood with her hands tied, and said in awe: "It's over!"

An ominous premonition arose in Mr. Xia Molu's heart, and he quickly asked: "The document? Where is the document! Record it—Gypsy, you admit that you often accompany the devil and murdered Phoebes de Chateau Captain Pai, and trying to blaspheme God?"

The last one was added by him on the spur of the moment. With such a charge, there is no doubt that Ace will not be sentenced to death.However, he didn't notice that the face of Mr. Pierre next to him suddenly turned pale, as if he had heard some shocking news.

Acting to the end, dedicated to the West!

Ace was silently intoxicated by his acting skills, his voice remained firm, and the content remained unchanged: "I'm not guilty!"

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu turned green with anger.He sneered and said: "Okay, very good! — Clerk, just remember that he confessed!"

The document was also standing outside just now, so naturally he didn't witness Ace's hard work.He didn't dare to offend Mr. Xia Mo Lu, so he had to write this down.

Piera stood aside silently, then took a step back suddenly, and took out a white blouse from the box: "...Please let me..."

Ace glanced at him, and shook his head expressionlessly—the white blouse looks so amazing, it looks so much like a bed sheet!He didn't have the pleasure of appearing in front of the public wearing a single bed sheet!

He said indifferently: "No need."

Mr. Pierre's fierce eyes, which had not changed in decades, were moist.He put down his blouse and took out a tattered robe that seemed to be made of sacks from the bottom of the box: "Then, please accept this... I planned to go to Reims this Sunday and enshrine it in the church inner."

Ace glanced at it and found that although the appearance was tattered, it was still clean, and the drape of the material was better, which probably could perfectly set off his stalwart figure.So he nodded, acquiescing to Piera's behavior.

In the eyes of others, Ace's approach is obviously the incorruptibility of ascetics.Their eyes were gradually turning red, and they looked solemnly at Piera putting on the rag(?) for Ace, and watched the guards walk in, trying to take Ace away.They obviously felt that after passing under Mr. Pierre, Ace must be unable to walk, so they came up and stretched out their hands familiarly, trying to carry him up.

Ace lowered his arms and said flatly, "No need, I can still go." Being held up by someone?What a joke!Then how can you express the sense of God (Gao) and Mystery (Leng)!

His back was straight, and although his steps were sluggish, he walked extremely firmly step by step.The guards and Mr. Xia Molu had no choice but to walk behind him, watching him in amazement as he passed through the corridors without hesitation.

Recalling the atmosphere just now, Mr. Xia Mo Lu always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong specifically.He is very clear about Mr. Pierre's methods. Looking at the horrific whip marks on Ace's body, he must have whipped him with real skills... But when did the executioner Piera learn to put clothes on prisoners?

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu couldn't figure it out, what he thought was wrong... However, he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he gave up pursuing the investigation, thinking about saying hello when we meet in a few days.

Ace returned to the courtroom.The spiritual hint he gave before finally had the expected effect. Most people still stayed in the courtroom and the judges also maintained a high degree of tension.The moment he saw Ace come in, the judge blurted out: "What's going on?"

At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu failed to get Ace to change his words, and his face was a little ugly.However, he raised the paper in his hand and said, "The defendant has already confessed!"

The judge looked at Ace, unable to believe this sentence: "...Gypsy, you admit that you..."

"I'm not guilty." Ace said slowly, his eyes flicked across the crowd, making everyone feel that he was watching them, "No matter how many times, I insist on this...I'm not guilty. "

"You have admitted it, gypsy!" Mr. Xia Molu snapped, "Just now in the torture room! Look, gentlemen, this is his confession!"

He threw the record on the table for the judges to pass around.The faces of the judges showed embarrassment, and after whispering for a while, the chief judge finally made a decision: "...Then, Mr. Prosecutor of the Religious Court, this court is going to hear your indictment."

The buzzing sound that had been lingering among the onlookers had been completely silenced. Everyone held their breath, looked at Ace, and listened attentively to Mr. Xia Molu's recitation—even if they didn't understand Xia Molu's words at all. Ciceroian Latin.At the end of Xia, Mr. Lu became more excited and angrier as he read it. He felt that those insulted by Ace and his accomplices today could not be exaggerated.He stopped his speech and said loudly in French: "This is the victory of witchcraft! The devil's song! In order to punish sinners, I demand the following: first, a certain amount of fines; Repent at the gate; and thirdly, sentence the wizard to death, either in the square commonly known as the beach, or outside this island on the Seine, near the tip of the royal garden."

As the defendant, Ace still has a defense lawyer out of humanitarian considerations.At the final stage, the lawyer who was in a hurry finally stood up and said slowly: "Mr. President, although the defendant has admitted the crime, I still have one thing to say: Although the Code once sentenced a witch to eat How much is the penalty for killing a man, but there is no law that stipulates how much a man pays for eating a man..."

The plaintiff's lawyer retorted: "In this case, it should be the same as a witch. What's more, there is no law that stipulates that a wizard who eats a man does not need to pay a fine..."

The two lawyers debated for a while, and the judge finally got impatient: "Then, let's vote now. Gentlemen who agree with Prosecutor Xia Molu's proposal, please take off your hats."

In a suffocating silence, the judges took off their hats one by one.The last person to take off his hat was Mr. Xia Mo Lu, and his expression could be said to be quite complacent.

Ace's expression was always calm and noble.The bandages wrapped around his fingers had quietly disappeared, but standing in the dark, he seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo.

The president announced the final judgment with a grim expression:

"Egyptian, you got a hang."