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The sheepfold, which was full of flammable materials, quickly turned into a huge torch, and the citizens of Ambratu screamed in fear and pain. The cage was burning, and they wanted to escape, but the chains on their bodies trapped them. The chains were made of cast iron. Those damned little Sassenians only fed them with grass for sheep these days. They were already exhausted from hunger and could not break free from the chains.

After Eric was sure that the fire was big enough to kill all the creatures in the sheepfold, he returned to the alley near the tavern and continued to pretend to be a drunk.

The fire spread and began to affect the shanty towns near the sheepfold. Even if all the guards in the inner city were assembled, it was difficult to put out the fire. The nobles living in Weishan City were finally willing to send people to help control the fire in the inner city.

Early the next morning, the fire was finally put out.

The guards and extraordinary people of Little Sassini were searching the city for suspects of arson. Eric, who was sleeping in the alley, was also questioned, but the smell of alcohol on his body and the testimony of the owner and waiter of the tavern next door helped him get through smoothly.

Not getting drunk after drinking is a talent of the Scamario family. Eric guessed that they might be descendants of a mixed race. However, for a country knight family, this talent is almost useless. They don't usually have many occasions where they need to compete in drinking. Eric didn't expect that one day, this talent could also help him a lot.

Eric even stayed in the city for a while longer to confirm that the citizens of Ambratu were dead before leaving Little Sassini.

The guards had intended to block the city gates and search for the murderer, but after only half a day, they had no choice but to abandon the plan amid protests from the citizens.

It seemed that in the eyes of the citizens of Little Sassini, it would be best if a few Ambratus died, as their survival was a waste of fodder.

The Viscount of Lanwan.

Charlotte stood in the castle garden with her hands behind her back, watching Celine instruct the three little girls in exercising.

In her reply, Monica suggested that Charlotte replant roses around the castle. Charlotte thought this was a good suggestion, but it was winter and not suitable for planting. So she asked the gardeners to level the garden and make a small playground - enough for dozens of girls to exercise there.

Charlotte had thought there would be at least a dozen girls, but there were only these three.

These three little girls were naturally selected from the children of the subjects. They were children with extraordinary talents. Their names were Lola, Julia and Doris.

Doris is the most qualified and the youngest among them, only six years old this year. Lola is the oldest, thirteen years old this year.

However, it is difficult to judge their age by their appearance because they are all thin and small.

"There's no point in exercising like this," Celine complained to Charlotte, "What they need most is to eat more and gain some weight."

Charlotte nodded and said, "I have already told Renee to provide them with nutritional supplements. You just need to ensure that they get a certain amount of exercise every day."

"Oh."

Celine responded perfunctorily. She had no interest in taking care of children. She preferred fighting on the battlefield to being an elementary school teacher.

Seeing that Celine was unhappy, Charlotte said, "I'll give you a reward if you do it."

"I don't want that kind of reward from you." Celine said reflexively.

Charlotte blinked and suddenly smiled mischievously: "How does little Celine know what kind of reward I'm talking about?"

Celine's cheeks flushed.

Charlotte also said yesterday that she would give her a reward, and Celine slept in Charlotte's bed last night. To be honest, compared to the first time, this short night of love was actually quite pleasant - although I was a little dehydrated when I woke up the next day.

If Renee or Cecilia were willing to give Celine some pointers, the child would probably understand that playing for a whole night is actually quite long and cannot be considered short at all.

However, from the perspective of comfort alone, it could be justified to regard last night as a reward, but reason told Celine that she must never admit this.

While Charlotte and Celine were talking, Renee came into the garden with a visitor.

"Mr. Fado, long time no see. You should come to visit me more often." Charlotte said as she lifted her skirt to the visitor.

"Your Excellency the Viscount is very busy with official duties. How can I come to disturb you so often if I have nothing to do?" Pastor Fado said with a slight bow to Charlotte.

"From what you said, you can come over here and have a cup of tea even if you have nothing to do," Charlotte said with a smile, "But, from what you said, do you have something important to do today?"

"This... is not a particularly important matter..." Fado hesitated for a while before saying a little embarrassedly, "I heard that you just executed a necromancer."

"Yes." Charlotte nodded.

"Sir, can you please give me the head of the necromancer?" Fado asked, rubbing his hands.

Of course, Fado felt embarrassed. Originally, hunting down necromancers was the duty of the local church, but when Charlotte was hunting down Legba Dando and his zombies, Fado was hiding in the church like a turtle. Now he came out again to claim the necromancer's head... Fado was not thick-skinned enough to think that he should just sit back and enjoy the fruits of victory.

"If the necromancer's head was still in my hands, I would naturally be happy to give it to you for purification, but Legba Dando's head has been taken away." Charlotte spread her hands and told Fado apologetically.

"What? Who took it?" Fado said in surprise.

"Mr. Borodin, the judge of the Archangel Cathedral." Charlotte told the truth.

“Arch Cathedral!” Fado almost jumped up. He stamped his feet angrily. “Arch Cathedral is only responsible for managing the Sokya region. Why do they come to my jurisdiction to snatch heads? How shameless, how shameless…”

Charlotte looked at the furious Fado and asked in confusion, "Why does Pastor Fado want the head of a necromancer so much?"

Fado woke up with a start, and realizing that he had lost his composure, he quickly coughed twice, and then said: "About a month ago, the Oracle issued an oracle. The Patriarch Curzon said that the Lord Iger ordered us shepherds to capture and judge the evil demons who blasphemed the sacred. I think, isn't a necromancer an evil demon? If I can hand over the head of a necromancer, the archbishop will definitely reward me. Oh, I will not forget to tell the archbishop about the Viscount's piety to the Lord. Unfortunately, it's all gone now..."

As he spoke, Fado's mood became a little depressed.

The Oracle is the second largest holy place in the church, and the first largest holy place is naturally the holy city of Moyes. The holy city of Moyes is the place where the gods come directly to the world in legend, and the Oracle is the place where people can talk directly with gods. It is for this reason that the leader of the Oracle, Patriarch Curzon, is second only to Pope Hurrin II in status in the church.

Charlotte kept smiling after hearing this and said, "He's just a necromancer. Speaking of which, a lot of mountain people came to our territory yesterday. I was planning to send them to work as laborers on the construction site. Why don't you check among the mountain people, Mr. Fado? There must be some evil demons among those barbarians who don't believe in my Lord."

“Mountain folk?” Fado shuddered slightly, then waved his hands, “Forget it, forget it. Mountain folk are not worthy of the shepherds’ teaching.”

Although the knights regarded the mountain folk as flies that ate carrion, they were too rough and barbaric for Fado, who lived on farming all year round. If he angered those barbarians, it would be a question whether the cats and dogs in the church could save his life. For the sake of his own life, it would be better not to judge those unruly guys and let them continue to do hard labor for the lord.

Having found nothing, Fado left in disappointment.

Charlotte's expression gradually became serious: "The devil's trial?"

A month ago, that was almost the time when I awakened and triggered the red moon. Could it be that this oracle was directed at me?

PS: Thanks to Khan of the World for reminding us, the errors in the previous article have been corrected.

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Volume 54: Chapter 47 Chapter More Savage Than Savage

Charlotte accepted the mountain people, but not completely.

Last time, three to four thousand people were killed by the necromancers in the territory. Nearly a thousand mountain people are more or less a supplement to the territory's population, so Charlotte doesn't mind them staying.

However, the reputation of the mountain people was so bad that when Charlotte's people heard that the lord was going to settle a group of mountain people in the territory, they panicked and even had some riots.

Moreover, the knights also felt that most of the mountain people were criminals, fugitives from slavery and debts, as well as their descendants. Many of them had also looted villages outside the mountains. Directly granting them civilian status was tantamount to encouraging ignorant and foolish people to commit crimes, which was extremely inappropriate.

Since the people and knights all thought so, Charlotte made a compromise decision. She asked Cecilia to tell Black Wolf that the Viscount Lanwan's territory could provide the mountain people with a place to stay and enough food, but the mountain people could only become the viscount's slaves and live in designated slave camps. If the mountain people could not accept the identity of slaves, they were asked to leave the Viscount's territory.

Black Wolf agreed to this result. He knew very well how difficult it would be to find a lord who was willing to accept them at the foot of the mountain.

Although Black Wolf agreed, other mountain people were very dissatisfied with Charlotte's classification of them as slaves. They frequently had frictions and conflicts with the people in Charlotte's territory, and even some mountain people broke into civilians' homes at night, beat the male owner, and raped the female owner.

Charlotte had long anticipated that these mountain folks were wild and untamable, a temperament that they had gradually developed from living in the Campe Mountains for many years, being accustomed to the law of the jungle, and abandoning all civilization, morality, and human bottom line. Their joining the territory would inevitably increase the crime rate, so Charlotte wanted Fado to give them a beating, but unfortunately the timid Fado backed off.

Looking at the increasing number of cases on the desk and the two men kneeling in front of her, Cecilia rubbed her brows tiredly.

"Why did you come to complain?" Cecilia asked with difficulty.

"Sir, he smashed my donkey to death." The older man in clean linen clothes immediately pointed at the disheveled and unkempt young man next to him and accused him.

"Why did you kill his donkey?" Cecilia asked the young man.

"Sir, he was the one who hit me first!" the young man argued, pointing at the bruises on his face.

"Is there such a thing?" Cecilia asked the older man.

"Sir, he tried to steal my donkey, but I caught him, so I beat him. I just beat a thief!"

"Nonsense, I didn't steal your donkey. You were the first one to call me a black pig from the mountain and whipped me with a whip, so I smashed your donkey to death."

"Nonsense!"

"You are talking nonsense!"

……

Cecilia was overwhelmed by the noise. In terms of her understanding of the law, Cecilia was confident that she had some knowledge, but when she actually took on the role of a judge, she found that things were much more complicated than what was described in the book.

Take the case at hand for example. There was no shortage of eyewitnesses at the scene, but the eyewitnesses either refused to come forward to testify or sided with their relatives and ignored the facts, making up nonsense and distorting the facts.

After listening to the eyewitness testimony, Cecilia's only feeling was that it would be better not to listen.

Just as Cecilia was racking her brains over how to sort out the case, a tall figure in armor pushed the door open.

"Knight Garcia." Cecilia stood up and saluted the visitor.

"Miss Cecilia." Jarrod Garcia bowed slightly to Cecilia.

Cecilia's current official position in the Viscount of Lanwan is Charlotte's housekeeper. In the aristocratic circle, housekeepers are usually regarded as part of the aristocratic family, so Jarrod Garcia also needs to maintain some respect for Cecilia.

"The Viscount has asked me to be responsible for hearing all cases involving mountain slaves." Jarrod Garcia said to Cecilia in a stern tone, sounding a little unhappy no matter how he listened to it.

However, Cecilia did not pay much attention to Jarrod Garcia's tone. She said happily: "That's great! I lack experience in judging cases. Miss Charlotte can send you to hear these complicated disputes. I believe you must be an experienced judge."

"Uh... not bad."

Jarrod Garcia was evasive.

There happened to be a case in front of him, and Jarrod Garcia showed Cecilia his skills on the spot.

"Are you a civilian?"

After hearing the case, Jarrod Garcia pointed at the older man and asked.

"Yes."

The older man answered timidly, knocking his head against the ground.

A knight in armor is obviously much more intimidating to civilians than Cecilia in a cotton dress.

"Are you a mountain dweller?"

Jarrod Garcia pointed at the young man again.

"Yes."

The young man also replied.

"Drag him out and chop him up." Jarrod Garcia pointed at the young man and said to his servant.

"Eh?"

Before Cecilia could react, Jarrod Garcia's squire knight took action.

The young man stretched his neck and shouted, "Why are you killing me? I didn't steal the donkey! I was framed!" But it was no use, the squires dragged him out like a dead dog.

Jarrod Garcia took over all the case files related to the mountain people from Cecilia, and then set up a platform in front of the slave camp where the mountain people lived as a temporary court. He summoned the mountain people involved in the case one by one and began to hear the backlog of cases.

The trial process was unremarkable. In all cases between mountain dwellers and civilians, the mountain dwellers were always found guilty; in all cases between mountain dwellers, the mountain dwellers were also found guilty - both mountain dwellers were guilty.

The case is complicated and we don't know how to sentence them, so we will impose the death penalty on all of them.

"Drag him away and hang him!"

When Jarrod Garcia was about to sentence a mountaineer who was suspected of spitting at a civilian to death, Cecilia finally couldn't help it and reminded him: "According to Oran law, if a slave offends a civilian but doesn't hurt anyone, he only needs to be sentenced to flogging."

Jarrod Garcia glanced at Cecilia, who couldn't help but shrink her neck, thinking that Jarrod Garcia was going to be angry, but Jarrod Garcia just grunted, then crossed out his sentence and changed it to: "Twenty lashes."

Cecilia didn't expect that this knight with a bad reputation and seemingly cruel heart was actually quite easy to talk to.

The backlog of cases that had been piling up for days was cleared up in less than an hour with Jarrod Garcia's quick decision.

Cecilia saw the hatred in the eyes of the mountain people and couldn't help but said worriedly: "Knight Garcia, will your actions make the mountain people resentful?"

Jarrod Garcia sighed.

Does he want to do this?

He doesn't want to do that either?

The reason why he tried the case in this way was entirely at Charlotte's instruction.

Charlotte needs an unreasonable cruel official, an executioner who is more brutal than barbarians to suppress the wildness of these mountain people who are out of touch with civilization. Jarrod Garcia, known as the "Bloody Hound", is very suitable.

Jarrod Garcia also understood that Charlotte was now throwing all the dirty work to him. He was really helpless about this. Was there any chance to save his reputation?

He obviously just wanted to be an ordinary scoundrel.

Jarrod wanted to complain about Charlotte's cunningness, but he knew that Cecilia was Charlotte's confidant, and there was no difference between complaining about Charlotte in front of Cecilia and complaining about Charlotte in front of Charlotte. So he could only sigh silently, life is not easy...

Then, Jarrod vented his anger on the mountain people who gradually gathered. He swept his sharp eyes through the crowd and asked with a sinister look, "Who among you has any objection to my judgment?"

When the mountain people saw the three wings of light behind Jarrod Garcia, they immediately felt tremendous pressure. They avoided his gaze and quickly scattered.

Jarrod Garcia was not surprised. He had participated in battles to defend against looting by tribesmen more than once, and he had long known that the mountain people were a group of greedy and cruel guys who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

"Look, Miss Cecilia, they have no complaints," Jarrod Garcia said to Cecilia.

Cecilia was speechless.