Chapter 272 The Day of Execution

Chapter 272 The Day of Execution

Lu Qi laughed lightly: "You understand, you are actually not that important."

"Yes, I am just a mouse in the dark after all." Silas did not deny it, looking at Lu Qi with a pity in his eyes: "I am just regretful that I failed to succeed just now. I am very curious, are you You usually do too many things that deserve a beating, so you specially trained your body skills to this level?"

He thought his surprise attack had been successful, but to his surprise, he managed to dodge it, seemingly causing only a few scratches.

Lu Qi smiled cheerfully: "You guessed it right."

Such a decisive admission silenced Silas. He closed his eyes and used actions to show that he did not want to talk anymore.

"Tomorrow is your sentence. I think you can calm down and think about the meaning of life during this time. Why can't you think about it? I feel like after you, I won't have fun like you again for a long time. ”

Lu Qi's tone was still a bit regretful, and he sighed: "It is destined that we cannot last long."

The corners of Silas's mouth twitched, and he wanted to speak, but he still held back.

If it was really destined, then he felt that his fate must be very bad.

Moreover, being with this kind of guy for a long time would be even more uncomfortable for Silas than killing him.

After Lu Qi finished speaking, he turned around and left.

At the door, Dilde was waiting. When he saw Lu Qi coming out, he immediately came up to him and said, "Your Highness, do you want me to help you vent your anger before the guy inside is executed?"

"No need. Give him a good meal before he dies. I'll pay for it."

Lu Qi waved his hand calmly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Deilde responded immediately.

After Lu Qi leaves.

Deilde returned to Silas's cage, holding a long whip in his hand. He opened the door of the cage and threw the whip down without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound came out, like the sound of skin and flesh being ripped open, exploding like firecrackers.

The severe pain instantly made Silas groan, and the next second he gritted his teeth, and a shocking whip mark immediately appeared on his body.

Immediately, Dilde said in a cold voice: "Your behavior today made His Highness very unhappy, so he specifically told you not to have a good time even before you die."

After that, there was another "snap" sound, and the whip fell heavily.

With just two whips, Silas's body was torn and bloody, looking extremely terrifying.

The severe pain made his forehead soaked with sweat. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Hehehe, I also have something to say to you."

The next second, Silas laughed disdainfully and looked at Deilde with contempt: "You dog."

Dilder's face was filled with anger, and without saying a word, he struck out with another fierce whip.

Each stroke of his whip made Silas' consciousness clearer.

ten minutes later.

Deilde walked out of the cell, threw aside the whip full of blood, and bowed to the person in front: "Sir, No. Zero is half dead."

The person in front of him was Eldred.

Hearing this, Eldred took out two bottles of potion and handed it to Deilde: "The red one should be taken internally and the blue one should be applied externally. The injury can be recovered tomorrow. Be careful not to let anyone see it. In case of emergency, Just come to me and report.”

"yes!"

Dilde immediately responded, took the potion, turned around again, and returned to the cell.

Eldred's eyes were slightly fixed on the half-dead figure lying in the cell, then he turned around and left without looking back.

On the way home.

It was already evening.

In the carriage.

Lu Qi opened the curtain and quietly looked at the scenery along the street, watching the harmonious scenes on the street.

As time went by, he became quite familiar with the streets of the royal capital. He was no longer as unfamiliar as the country bumpkin he was before when he entered the city.

Maybe it’s because I’m used to all this, so when I look at it, I can’t help but feel that everything is beautiful.

After a while, he lowered the curtain, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and began to think quietly.

Today, the scientific research institute is developing in the right direction.

Technology will bring magical magic to an era and make it advance rapidly.

However, what Demacia needs most right now is not this.

For hundreds of years, this noble country that advocates justice has followed the same path as any country in any era.

Presumably, the final outcome is also very different.

If you want to change this outcome, you must fundamentally solve the problem.

Lu Qi felt that the time was coming soon.

He has been preparing for this day for a long time.

By the time he got home, it was already dark, and a few scattered stars dotted the night sky.

Looking at the night sky, Lu Qi felt surprisingly peaceful.

In the palace.

Jarvan III's office.

Xin Zhao opened the door and presented what happened in the prison in the afternoon in the form of a memorial.

Jiawen III, who was in the process of approving the memorial, took it, opened it and took a look, his eyes twinkling slightly.

He didn't say anything, just put the memorial aside and continued to approve other things.

Xin Zhao, on the other hand, was waiting quietly aside.

Russell's mansion.

In a slightly quiet mansion.

Russell stood by the window, raising his head slightly, looking at the crescent moon quietly revealing a corner of the sky, reflecting the night sky in his eyes as calm as water.

Behind him, Kurt was bowing, seemingly reporting something.

Beside him, stood several ministers.

Demon seeker headquarters.

Eldred's office.

At night, the lights were not turned on, making the room very dark.

The bright moonlight poured in from the open window and shone on Eldred's body.

His eyes were calmly staring at the fountain in the open space outside.

For many people, this night is particularly difficult to sleep and passes very quickly.

As if it was just a blink of an eye, the night passed quickly.

The next day, it was dawn.

On the streets, newsboys shouted loudly.

"Quick report, quick report! At noon today, a felon will be executed at the execution ground! It is reported that he is the most vicious mage from fifteen years ago!"

The crisp shouting sound combined with a few short sentences attracted enough attention.

It had been a while since there had been a death row prisoner in the capital, so the matter quickly spread everywhere and attracted the attention of many people.

Before noon, a large number of melon-eating people had already gathered outside the execution ground.

He was talking about the prisoners who were going to be sentenced to death.

"The vicious mage fifteen years ago? Who was he?"

"I heard it's Silas from Biangou Town."

"Why does this name sound so familiar to me?"

"It sounds familiar to me. I heard it when I was a kid. It seems that fifteen years ago, he attacked the Demon Searcher team, resulting in the death of many people. Then he fled all the way and caused destruction everywhere. It took a lot of effort for the Demon Searcher to kill him. catch."

"Prisoner from fifteen years ago? Why are you here to be executed today?"

"You don't know this. Fifteen years ago, Silas, who got into such trouble, was still a minor."

"You're so young, you almost left the demon searchers helpless?"

"Either it means that all lawyers are dangerous."

"When will we catch all these mages?"

"That's not right. In the past fifteen years, he should have reached adulthood long ago. Why is the execution today?"

"This is just a rumor. I heard that this guy offended His Highness the Second Prince. When His Highness the Second Prince was furious, he brought up the old matter again and wanted to put him to death."

"This guy is so brave. Can he offend someone like His Highness the Second Prince?"

The people were talking about it and talking about it everywhere.

Some have a no-nonsense attitude, while others have a strong sense of immersion, explaining what happened back then as if they had personally experienced it.

More and more people know about Silas in Biangou Town, and they have different attitudes towards what he did back then.

What's more, he directly and strongly supported the decision to execute Silas.

More and more people gathered around, almost swarming the execution ground.

More and more people began to pay attention to this execution.

As the guards appeared and began to organize the scene, as the sun became more intense, noon was approaching.

Soon, from the direction of the prison, a group of people appeared in the crowd's sight.

At the head were several guards on horses, wearing white and silver armor and iconic blue cloaks, followed by several more.

Among them, a black-haired prisoner was covered with shackles. The chain around his neck was being led forward by a guard. Even the ends of the chains on his wrists and ankles had a heavy iron ball.

Every step he took was extremely difficult. He looked very slow, as if full of exhaustion. His face was expressionless, with black hair hanging down from his forehead, and a pair of black eyes showing no emotion.

Soon, people moved out of the way on their own initiative, and every pair of eyes looked at Silas, sizing him up.

"As expected, they are the eyes of a murderer, without any emotion."

"The aura about him is really scary."

"Is this the vicious mage back then?"

"Oh, no matter how powerful you are, so what? Are you still a prisoner?"

"Doesn't anyone feel sorry for him?"

"Are you sympathizing with a mage?"

There were all kinds of voices in the crowd, including disgust, hatred, sympathy, slander, abuse, sighs, and pity.

Incited by some demon-banning fanatics, many people have a very bad attitude towards mages.

But beyond that, it's not just the sound on the field.

Fifteen years have passed, but not many people actually know what happened to Silas back then.

Most of the stories told from people's mouths are just rumors, and the more they spread, the more outrageous they become.

Some say Silas was even a villain who killed nearly a hundred people without blinking an eye.

However, what more people thought about was whether Silas, who was just a minor at that time, was really so cruel and ruthless.

In other words, is what he represents, "mage", really all of this?

As newspapers entered people's lives, various books also filled people's cognition. Later, newspapers unlocked more and more sections.

Comics, novels, and short stories have also been successfully integrated into people's lives.

It broadens their horizons and makes them more capable of independent thinking.

Among them is a book called "The Complete Records of Runeterra", which is particularly popular among people.

The book tells the knowledge and content of various places in Runeterra, including Ionia, Shurima, Piltover, and even Noxus and Freljord.

The rich content of the local customs and humanity of each place allows people to see a richer Rune Land.

Mage, it seems, is not a strange thing in this land.

As Silas was escorted to the execution platform, everyone's attention also fell on that side.

He was pressed under the beheading platform, his body was fixed, unable to move, and it seemed that he was only a few blows away from death.

At this time, there was an uproar from the crowd.

"It's His Highness the Second Prince!"

"Your Highness Lu Qi!"

"His Royal Highness is also here to see the punishment!"

Many people quickly noticed a carriage approaching from a distance. There was no doubt that it was a royal carriage.

The curtain raised by the carriage revealed Lu Qi's face.

His still, watery eyes made contact with Silas's eyes, who were kneeling on the stage, for a moment, and then he lowered the curtain.

The carriage did not leave, as if waiting quietly.

Not long after, as noon arrived, a judge in white clothes slowly walked onto Xingtai.

The scene slowly became quiet.

"Silas of Biangou Town, the council has reached a consensus that you are a hopeless magic user."

The judge, dressed in sacred white clothes, stood under the sun and delivered the verdict in a fair and ruthless voice.

"The sins you have committed will eventually be repaid. As it is your duty, I sentence you to be beheaded. The patron saint is above, and everyone present is a witness. May you find light in the darkness of death."

The sound of judgment fell completely, and then an executioner, whose head and face were covered in cloth with only his eyes exposed, appeared on the stage, holding a gleaming chopping knife.

The executioner's body was strong and strong, and no one doubted whether he could cut off the prisoner's head with one blow.

Everything seems to have come to an end.

Silas lowered his head, with scattered black hair hanging down. His eyes were calm and his body remained motionless, as if he was ready to die.

However, there were still invisible drops of cold sweat on both sides of his forehead.

Everyone will feel fear in the face of death.

Even Silas is no exception.

At this moment, his heart was beating like a drum, beating faster and faster, and the blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards, suppressing the fear of death in his heart.

The saliva in the throat continued to secrete, blocking all sounds, as if it was stuck in the throat, and it was so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit.

As the executioner walked behind him, Silas's heartbeat reached the limit at this moment, and his palms continued to sweat.

At this moment, even the sunlight shining down from the sky felt extremely dazzling to Silas.

The body is chilling, chilling without any warning.

Will he die?

Will he really die here?

Is it really over?

"cut!"

The judge shouted loudly.

"Behead!" the executioner shouted, and was about to swing down the beheading knife in his hand.