The news of the burning of witches spread throughout the city immediately.In this dark and chaotic age, the human mind is highly imprisoned, the princes and nobles may still rely on garden hunting and endless feasts to pass the time, but the entertainment activities of the common people are almost non-existent, under the double pressure of the church and the aristocracy, any expression of emotions may be labeled as "witchcraft", this extreme "mind purification" has given birth to a more extreme and distorted emotional catharsis: witch hunting.From the early hours of the morning, the sky was overcast, and the lead-stained clouds hung over the city in cascading over the city, and then hung low to the horizon like a cover, and the weak sunlight could not penetrate the clouds, but only leaked a hazy halo between the gaps in the clouds, and could no longer shine on the earth.The cold wind mixed with moisture swept over the moldy streets and roads flowing with sewage and mud, filling with the stench of **.In the dim light of the day, the whole city seemed to be filled with a dead air, and this bad weather seemed to be an ominous omen, and old people took to the streets, looking at the low clouds and praying, chanting the name of the Holy Spirit, and they remembered the superstitious stories that had been passed down for a long time—about the devil hiding under the city, the dead who wandered at night, the ghosts weeping in the little attic, and the cemetery outside the city, which was said to mysteriously disappear when the fog fell.
They believe that the weather is at least a sign that one of the evil forces is at work, and therefore warn their families not to go out at such times.For most people in the city, however, the burning of witches is still more appealing than bad weather.Civilians had already passed through the floodgates of the inner city and gathered in the square, willing to wait for hours just to watch a burning at the stake.The high platform on one side of the square was for the aristocracy, and the old men who were interested in coming here to "watch" could come to the high platform at any time in a horse-drawn carriage and wearing warm fur, but ordinary people could only get up early in the morning to occupy a place in the square.Such a "grand event" also gave rise to many people who made a living from it, some people specially helped people to grab places in the square, some people specially built wooden platforms on the roofs outside the square, and two or three small money could get these "special seats" with a good view, and some small traders set up stalls outside the square, ready to take advantage of the burning to earn the whole family a week's bread and bacon: if it were not for the bad weather from the morning, these vendors would have even doubled in number.Hao Ren and Lily didn't arrive early enough, so by the time they arrived, there was almost no place to stay in the square, but the two of them managed to squeeze in with enough strength and dexterity, and after swearing and complaining all the way, they came to a position close to the stake.Lily looked around curiously on tiptoe, even if she turned into a human form, it still seemed as if she had a tail wagging vigorously behind her: "Wow - it turns out that the scene of the witch burning in the Middle Ages was like this......"
"After all, people in this era don't have much entertainment," Hao Ren said casually, "This is an era when two people who make too much movement may be reported as heretical, and people are left to 'watch' the death penalty to vent their emotions." ”"Hey, what a pervert," muttered Lily, as she saw the merchants and idlers who made money at the stake, and she had seen descriptions of them in books, but it was one thing to read books, and quite another to see them with your own eyes: some of the markets and sights of Europe in later generations had developed on the basis of these, and now it is better to see them, "and it seems that the Lady Mary has arrived, and I smell them." ”Hao Ren nodded: "Well, wait for the opportunity to act." ”After saying that, he looked up in the direction of the stake, and waited quietly for the witch named "Hethiana" to be escorted up.He didn't have to wait long.The witch who had been sentenced to be burned at the stake was escorted into the arena in advance, and the process of tying the witch to the stake was itself part of this crazy "entertainment", so after the hay and oil were ready, Hao Ren saw a strange style of prisoner cart drive in from the entrance to the back half of the square: the prisoner cart was towed by a pure black pony wearing an eye patch, and on it was a large black iron cage, the railing of which was surprisingly thick, and the railings were crisscrossed with countless chains, Every few links of the chain had a silvery-white sheen, and it was made of sterling silver, and around the cart, you could see a number of crosses and sharp spear-like decorations—something that Hao Ren believed did more than just decorate.These things meant that inside the cage was a real witch, not a poor victim.The witch sat quietly in the middle of the cage, dressed in a plain coarse cloth dress with a dark blue belt, and her long black hair covering most of her cheeks and hanging down to her waist, with no ornamentation in her long hair.It was amazing that there were no whipping marks on the witch's body, not even dirt, as if she had not been mistreated in the dungeon of the church: this was an incredible thing in those days.Hao Ren heard someone in the crowd talking about the witch somewhere, they mentioned that the witch was so powerful that it was still difficult to hurt even when surrounded by holy water and crosses, and it was said that neither whipping nor cone thorns could leave a scar on her body, and even those who were too close to her would be affected by miasma and curses - she only showed a certain fear of fire, so the church finally decided to abandon her "judgment" and burn her directly in the square.I don't know if these rumors are true or not.At last the witch was carried to the stake, with heavy chains, and even here the escorts did not seem to have any intention of removing them: they seemed to have intended for the witch to be burned at the stake along with the torture instruments.Seeing the appearance of the two big men escorting the witch as if they were facing a great enemy, Hao Ren couldn't help but guess what the witch had done to make these fierce and vicious guys frightened.A gust of wind blew through the witch's long hair hanging down in front of her face, and her face was finally completely exposed in front of Hao Ren.It was a little more immature than Vivien's, but the silhouette was almost identical.Hao Ren couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "I'll wipe ......
Is that really that little bat spirit?!
”Lily also said in unison: "Landlord landlord, it's really Hethanna!"
”Hao Ren was already in a great shock at this time - although he had also guessed that the Hethanna in the mouths of Lady Mary and Helen was the bear child he knew, but he was never convinced, there was only one reason: how could Hethanna be captured by humans?
How could such a strange person who drank holy water and garlic and played with a silver sword with the Bible be caught by a human church with only basic exorcism ability?
She has inherited Vivien's magical talent, and she is not afraid of those common exorcisms!
Hao Ren couldn't help but stare at the "torture tools" on Hethanna's body, most of those torture tools were just ordinary steel, mixed with some silver parts, maybe those silver parts were also blessed with salt and holy water, but they were still very different from the holy silver used by the witchers, not to mention such a chain, even if the human church poured an impenetrable dungeon with pure silver, it might not be able to trap Hethanna!
He noticed the expression on Heatherian's face: despite being bound in heavy chains and being burned at the stake, there was no frustration or fear in her eyes, on the contrary, there was only a calm in her expression, and a hint of banter that was well hidden.After dealing with this bear child many times, Hao Ren knew a little bit about her little expression: it was the expression that the treacherous plan was about to succeed."
It's a bad thing," Hao Ren said in a low voice, "It's a bad thing this time!"
”"Landlord, you say Hethana?
It's okay, let's get her out - she still owes us a big favor!
”"I'm not saying that Heatherena is bad, it's that the witches are afraid that something bad will happen - Heathera was caught on purpose!""
Huh?"
At this moment, Heatherena was firmly tied to the stake, the shackles on her body and the clasps on the stake were tightly locked, and the click of the shackles seemed to wake her up from her thoughts, and she raised her head and looked around the square lazily.Then I saw that the expression on her face froze instantly, and a huge "slot" seemed to erupt.An emaciated man in a robe stood on a stage near the noble seat and began to read the indictments on a piece of parchment (which, according to medieval practice, were almost all concocted "standard articles"): "......
Sneak into the cemetery after dark, and inscribe the symbol of the desecration of the dead on the tombstone......
"Hold a witchcraft meeting, summon the devil from hell in the apple orchard, and kill an innocent adult man with the devil......
"insulting the bishop of the region's mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and back to ......"
The emaciated man's recitation was tongue-twisting and long-winded, almost drowsy, while the witches in the crowd had already stood in the predetermined positions, stepping on the pre-set Letta runes.Hethanna suddenly turned her head and shouted loudly to the high platform: "You XX is endless!"
The old lady recognized him quickly.
Mother's ignition!
You're XX!
Your whole family's XX is XX!
Hurry up and ignition!
”A series of jaw-dropping shouts and curses resounded in the square, and everyone at the scene was in an uproar, and the emaciated man who was as expressionless as a zombie did not react, and continued in an unhurried tone: "Insulting the judge in public at the stake, as well as the judge's mother, the judge's father, and fabricating the unclean behavior of the judge's family relatives......
Heatherian scolded loudly: "I'm XX, you're XX!"
”Lady Mary's voice slowed down for a second and then sounded: "Do it!"
”A dark cloud of locusts instantly swept into the square from all directions, and the ground under everyone's feet squirmed like living creatures, and the people gathered in the square instantly let out a huge exclamation, followed by the crying of the father and the mother—everything instantly became extremely chaotic!
Several figures rushed to the stake, and Hethanna let out a final roar in the chaos: "Where are these stupid people?
Looting the Dharma Field, Ahhh ”