A strange world

Chapter 514 Chapter 171. Just a dream

The seventh day in the dungeon.

Gilles, who had no warmth, leaned against the cold stone wall.

Greasy hair is sticky, stubble creeps up on your cheeks, excrement is scattered around...

Everything in this cell ensures that he lives in pain.

No one could connect him at this time with the "Mad Dog Archduke" who was still in charge of the principality a month ago, and no one came to see him.

This forgotten man lost his last bit of self-respect here.

Dang clang——

Early that morning...or maybe late at night, the cell in the deepest part of the dungeon was roughly opened.

The dancing firelight came into view, and Gilles narrowed his eyes in discomfort: "Does your warlock master want to risk accusations and secretly execute me, or let go of a noble of noble blood?"

"Is he crazy?"

The two guards read the same thought in each other's eyes, remained silent, and pulled Gilles up from the ground.

"Damn untouchable, you should respect me!" Having lost his status and physical strength, Gilles' anger seemed so powerless.

"You killed my uncle and his daughter." One guard couldn't help but say.

Gilles, who had lost dozens of pounds, was stunned because he couldn't maintain his thoughts: "Why are your uncle and daughter in the principality?"

"I was driven here from the north by you. Lord Annan took us in. Do you understand? You scum!"

Then he should be angry. Gilles mused. There seemed to be some sounds in my mind that didn't belong in this dark, damp, hopeless dungeon.

"The Witch's House has taken me in. I can live a normal life there without worrying about the guards of the principality..."

"You don't have to hide around anymore." Gilles blurted out while wearing the crown.

A prisoner who was locked in the cell was stunned, "Mind yourself!" he said, suddenly realizing that this guy was dragged out from the deepest part of the dungeon, and the two guards were also looking at him fiercely, "Sir , I don’t know him! I don’t know why he wants to talk to me..."

"we know."

They dragged Gilles forward, who was making the sound of shackles and chains. The prisoner was frightened at first, and then shouted angrily to the outside: "Big Big! You're a bad eggless guy! Give him a lesson!"

"You see, I am already the Grand Duke of the principality. They all respect me and love me. The same goes for you, my sister."

Gilles opened the curtain and let Claire look out the window.

"Are you the Grand Duke?" Some people were running after the carriage.

"Yes, I am your Grand Duke." Gilles said proudly. One of the fat men wanted to pounce on him, but was blocked by the knight. They threw flowers into the carriage.

The flowers slapped my face, which hurt a little. Gilles frowned and wanted to say something, but Claire told him: "They are your people, you should be happy and proud."

Of course, Gilles, who wanted to become an outstanding Grand Duke in the future, would no longer reject the goodwill of his people. He raised his head slightly to welcome the flowers that accompanied the morning dew.

"You damn prisoner, if you spit on me again, Lady Della will deduct your working hours!" The angry guard kept knocking on the iron fence to drive away the pickpocket and thief lying in front of the iron fence.

"Is the bell ringing?"

The other guard looked at him strangely.

"Yes, the bell..." The guard couldn't help but whisper in his heart: your death knell.

"My enthronement ceremony is about to begin, sister..."

"I will stand by your side." Claire took his hand, just like she did when she was a child.

Gilles smiled softly and saw a staircase leading to the high platform: "Do you remember? Sister, I told you when I was a child. In the future, I will hold your hand and climb the stairs to become a grand duke. On that king's chair... I had countless dreams about this at that time..."

"It's no longer a dream this time." Claire smiled softly.

Sister and brother held each other's hands and walked up the velvet-carpeted steps, as if they were stepping on clouds of cotton.

Two guards carried Gilles to the prison above the dungeon.

Francois, who was waiting for them, frowned: "He looks so embarrassed."

"Isn't this bad?" a guard asked cautiously.

Annan's attitude towards civilians infected everyone around him. Francois said patiently: "Our trial will be known throughout Middle-earth through magical images... Letting the Mad Dog Archduke be dirty will only make some nobles appear to accuse us. the sound of."

"Then... let's take him to take a shower?"

"It's too late..." Francois suddenly took off his coat, breathlessly draped it over to Gilles, stepped back a little and exhaled: "Fortunately, I haven't used it yet today."

The cleaning technology on the clothes was activated, cleaning the stains, feces and dirty skin on the clothes. Now, there was nothing wrong with him except that he looked pale and weak from being locked up in the dungeon for too long - not even an external injury.

"One more thing, deputy warden... the prisoner seems to be crazy..."

"Crazy?" Francois took back his clothes and looked at Gilles' unfocused eyes, "...it doesn't matter, whether he is pretending to be crazy or something, he has no chance to say anything."

In the square in front of the city lord's palace, the gallows started last night has been completed.

Tens of thousands of people crowded the streets in front of the city lord's palace. People who had nowhere to stay even crowded in front of windows, on roofs, and climbed on street lamps, just to see the only trial of a great noble.

And revenge.

When Gilles was led to the gallows by the guards and put on a rope, the dark crowd fell silent.

Olmedo pronounced the sentence in front of tens of thousands of people and Evelyn's magic stone: "Gilles Montaburroc was accused of: usurping the throne, killing his brothers, plundering towns, abusing civilians, waging war, etc..., According to the Free City Code, the penalty will be: hanging!”

Olmedo's words echoed across the square in a gust of breeze. After a brief silence, the first cheers sounded, and then more and more people joined the cheering camp.

The shadow weighing on them finally disappeared, and they... could go home.

"Look, they are cheering for you, my Grand Duke." Claire let go of Gilles and put the cloak on him. "say something?"

"I..." Gilles showed a rare shyness, "I don't know what to say..."

He suddenly felt that the cloak was strangling his neck very uncomfortable, making it difficult for him to breathe... The cheers around him became more and more distant, and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry.

"I can't seem to see anything...sister..."

Young Gilles was like a fledgling that couldn't find its mother and fell into panic.

Fortunately, the hands caressing his face made him no longer panic. Gilles tried to open his eyes, and finally, he saw clearly.

What kind of sad eyes are those?