Chapter 345

It's almost dusk, and the sun hanging in the sky is exhausted. The huge and towering city wall is patrolled by groups of soldiers holding torches. They had brand-new red armor, slender Frank's sword on their waists, and bright blue tail feathers behind their heads.

But in contrast to their brand new armor.

Each of them frowned and some even covered their noses. Against the stench of the air.

The source of odor is self-evident.

On the city wall, every 100 steps, a black iron cage was hung. The iron cage was full of spines. The spines were dyed ochre Brown by dry blood. In each cage, there were naked bodies of men and women.

They explained that in a cage about the size of an inch, they became dry in the hot sun, their gums were bare, their eyes were pecked away by crows, and their bodies were rotten.

The pastors of the church drag their long robes behind the soldiers holding torches. Their faces are covered with white cloth and their mouths are chanting words. Every time they pass an iron cage, they will sprinkle a few drops of water on the bodies in the cage, hoping to purify their evil souls.

At the end of the line.

Father Maersk's eyes were drawn back from the cage above his head. He was pale, tall and thin, wearing a red monastic robe. There was not much emotion in his eyes.

These are the witches and witches he executed these days. In malsk's eyes, they are all savages, murderers and arsonists. They collude with werewolves and ghouls, abduct virgins in the dark, drink blood with polished silver cups, and live up to their death.

945 -

Iberian Peninsula -

Aragon goragosa.

It was the age of the Catholic Church.

A sudden sound of footsteps broke the daily life on the city wall. The soldiers with cross shields stopped, and the priest stopped chanting.

Father malsk turned his head and saw that another group of soldiers rushed to the wall from the streets of the city. Their clothes were very different from those on the wall. Each of them had a cylindrical helmet and a cross sword on his waist. There is an iron shield on the back with a large double headed eagle and a red cross painted on it. It looks very tough.

He's a soldier at the inquisition, and he's a member of marsk.

The soldiers escorted a man to the city wall. The man was only one person, but he was tightly tied into zongzi, waist, leg, arm and mouth with several thick ropes.

The soldiers on the city wall gathered around, and some of them couldn't bear to look.

"Father Maersk!"

The soldier with the cross on his back yelled, "we've got another wizard!"

Wizard...

wizard!

Father malsk's nose suddenly expanded. He was as excited as a bloodhound. He took out a black covered Bible from his chest. With it, he would be invincible forever.

He separated the crowd and came out. The soldier yanked open the thick knot in the man's mouth.

"I'm not a wizard, I'm not a wizard... Let me go!"

The man looked at the man who was hanged in the iron cage, his face almost cried out: "there must be something wrong, I'm not... I'm not, I'm a devout believer, God can testify for me."

"Of course I will let God testify for you."

The priest at the head shrugged, "but before that, you have to prove your purity."

Then he opened the Bible, flipped to Matthew, and read: "there is nothing hidden, nothing hidden, nothing unknown. Two people's things are not secrets, one person's things really God knows! " ——Pop! He reclosed the page and said to the soldier on one side, "do it!"

The soldier skillfully stepped forward, drew out the long sword at his waist and tried to stab.

"Ah!"

The strapped man screams in horror, his body shrinks rapidly, and the rope that binds him loosens quickly. The man turns into a spotted cat and tries to run away.

The priest took a step back. The soldiers took out their long guns and stabbed them one after another. Soon, the spotted cat was fixed on the ground and kept twisting.

The setting sun is on the plain.

The moon takes over the earth.

The priest stepped firmly in front of the tabby cat and asked in disgust: "blasphemy, who taught you metamorphosis?"

The spotted cat wriggled and turned back into a human being. One of his legs was stabbed by a long gun. He was bleeding and couldn't move. He could only look at the soldiers who surrounded him. He was so frightened that he couldn't say a word.

"Name your mentor, maybe you can suffer less."

The priest took a torch from the soldier's hand, squatted down, and sent it to the one legged wizard's forehead to scorch his hair.

"If you don't say it, I'll hang you on the fire rack and burn you slowly."The one legged wizard struggled to wriggle, trying to keep the hot torch away, but the priest reluctantly pressed the torch on his forehead, and he finally screamed.

"I said... I said, I said!"

The priest smiles and puts away the torch.

But at this time, the distant plain came the sound of horse hooves.

The priest turned his head and saw a cavalry team running from a distance and stopping at the gate of the city wall. There were about 100 people, their armor shining in the moonlight, and the flag held by the rider was a dancing carnation.

At the head of the team was a tall man, about thirty-nine years old, with gray hair, weather beaten eyes, and several scars on his face. A light armor covered the whole body, dressed in black and white robes, chest also hung a cross.

The man's eyes were a little lax. His focus did not stay on the soldiers waiting in the city wall. He looked at the slowly opened door, his eyes were full of anxiety and impatience.

The priest knew him.

It's the count of Aragon, Ramiro.

The illegitimate son of King Sancho III of Navarra.

A man who is not blessed by the gods, it is said that his mother is just a prostitute in Navarra, who was taken to the woods by the drunken King Sancho III and was accidentally pregnant with his offspring when he was having fun.

In Navarra, a country founded by Catholicism, this kind of thing, even for the royal family, is a great shame. As an illegitimate child, he naturally does not deserve to bear the royal family name, and even appears in public.

I don't know what the great Sancho III was given. After his illegitimate son came of age, he handed over the most important plain in the northeast of the Kingdom, Aragon, to him.

Seeing the men on horseback outside the city wall, the people on the wall showed a different look, and the church soldiers carrying the cross showed contempt. They are not employed by the royal family, but only serve the church. They naturally despise illegitimate children, even the king's illegitimate children.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Department of public security looked respectful.

Count milaro, during his 15 years in office, worked hard, spared no taxes, encouraged production and childbirth. He had no bad habits, and could hardly find a better ruler in this chaotic land.

The gate opens.

The count, the illegitimate son, strutted up the wall.

The priest raised his finger to calm his men.

When he came near.

The soldiers carrying the cross and his guards all knelt down on one knee, no matter whether they would like to see the king's illegitimate son or not, but he was the actual ruler of Aragon.

"Why did you come back so early?"

Father malsk looked at the count's plain robe, and his expression was uncertain.

A month ago, count miraro, the governor of Aragon, was called by the king to Pamplona, the capital of the kingdom of Navarra. I don't know why. The original plan was to come back in two months. I didn't think about it. I came back after only one month. For a month... He didn't even seriously search out many witches in Aragon.

"The king is dead."

Count milaro replied briefly to the priest, then turned his eyes to the one legged man on the ground.

"What happened?"

He asked the head of the sheriff's department.

"We have a wizard, my Lord."

The head of the Security Department replied.

"I am not! I'm not! "

The one legged man rolled forward, ran forward with a belt, hugged the man's thigh, "I'm not... Noble adult, I'm not..."

he was soon dragged back by groups of soldiers and pressed on the ground.

"Wizard?"

The count's lax eyes grew sharper and sharper.

In this land, theft, looting, rape, and even murder are not fatal, except for blasphemy.

In the definition of the church, all human beings with extraordinary unknowable power are the incarnation of hell demons, and existence is extreme evil. The most important thing is that the power and doctrine of these people violate the orthodox doctrines recognized by the church, or challenge the authority of the church. Once found or confirmed, they will be executed immediately.

He then asked, "is there any evidence?"

"This man has just turned into a cat, and we've all seen it."

The soldier replied: "yes, he is a very dangerous deformer. We suspect that he is closely related to the disappearance of a baby three months ago..."

count miraro said no more. He slowly drew his sword from his waist and came to the man who was subdued. He said in a deep voice: "just seven days ago, the great Sancho III, the holy Na King Wala, my father, returned to heaven. Before he died, he left this land to me to manage.

In the glory of God, I, Ramiro I, will not allow any heretical blood to flow here, all blasphemous witchcraft will be destroyed, all evil rituals will be banned, and all heretical existence will be purified - Amen. "With that, he nodded three times on his forehead and three times on his shoulder.

"Amen."

The priest behind him prayed under the torch.

Count milaro raised his sword, and the one legged man's frightened eyes were fixed in the flame of the torch.

Ramiro I, the new king, stabbed his sword down heavily.

With a scream.

The crow flapped its wings and flew.

The wizard immediately separated his body and head, and blood gushed from his broken neck. The headless body twitched a few times on the wall and then gradually stopped moving.

After solemnly executing the prisoners, Ramiro I, the new leader, returns to the scabbard with a sharp sword. He turns around and looks at the people who surrender behind him, with no expression on his face.

Several soldiers from the Department of public security came forward and carried the body away with all hands and feet.

His staff immediately took out a scroll from his chest, stepped forward, read out the edict of King Sancho III in front of a line of soldiers and priests under the torch, and simply read out the exact date of coronation.

However, after reading, the atmosphere on the wall is not harmonious. Under the swaying torch, the killing remains the same.

Father malsk stepped forward, ordered a trinity on his body, and said coldly, "count, the wizard must have other accomplices just now, so you killed him?"

The soldiers with cross shields behind him stepped forward.

Ramiro looked tired. He sighed: "the king has just died. When I finish my internal affairs, Maersk, I will issue you a warrant to arrest all the witches in Aragon."

Arrest warrant!

He nodded and nodded to Ramiro. "God bless you, Lord. I will inform the bishop and ask him to coronate you on a certain day. "

"Thank you very much."

Ramiro bowed slightly to the priest.

Only then did Ramiro I relax a little.

King Sancho III has just passed away, and the whole kingdom is in a turbulent era. All four of the king's heirs have gained their own territory. As illegitimate children, their legitimacy must be questioned.

The shrewd Ramiro naturally won't let his orthodox brothers inherit the throne and then covet his territory. He did not want Aragon to lose his power and become a vassal of the church. He wanted to prove his ruling power and legitimacy to everyone.

There is nothing more important in Europe than the support of the church.

No matter the king or the Lord, no matter the knight or the common people, they can only think and live within the framework of religion and can never surpass it.

As long as he can get the support of the church, his regime will have legitimacy. With his ability and skill, he can go all over the world to fight, defeat his pygmy brothers, unify the whole Iberian Peninsula and even the whole European continent, turn the Mediterranean into his inner lake, and become Alexander the great.

Think of the wonderful place, Ramiro can't help but slightly up the corner of his mouth, showing a smile.

However, he just ended his conversation with the priest.

On one side of the wall, an old servant in gray clothes crowded up. He was sweating and panting.

Ramiro I immediately recognized him as the steward of his castle.

The housekeeper ran to milaro I, and he whispered another news in his ear.

This news made Ramiro I, who had just become king of Aragon, face suddenly changed and his mood sank to the bottom.

The news came from home.

On his way to the funeral of King Sancho III, his wife gave birth to a boy.

But that's not the point. The point is.

His new born son.

It turned out to be a wizard.