Sitting on the chairs, everyone was planning.
This was a life-and-death war.
If the monks did not die, then they would be in danger.
The monks may be doing it for money, but even if they are true, they still have to write letters to confirm.
God knows where this space leads.
Maybe the letter coming back is not from the Cardinal, but from Satan.
Then their life and death will be entirely a matter of a word from Satan or the monks, because not many people here are literate.
Rudolf thought all this was crazy and funny, and laughed loudly: "Burning the priest to death is far more interesting than burning us at the stake.
This plan will definitely succeed."
Sneijder smiled brightly: "When this priest burned others to death, he probably never thought that he would also be burned to death."
The discussion is almost done, so go to the room and sleep.
Having nourished my spirit, Early the next morning, everyone got up early.
Then they went downstairs and ordered the cook to go kill a chicken in the yard and add an extra piece of meat for each person.
Then they stopped collecting taxes and went directly to the church to watch the interrogation of those possessed by the devil.
Fr.
Rudolf said something to a most talkative cook, and soon everyone thought of one thing, that is, whenever witches and wizards are burned to death, the burned family has to pay for firewood and the money for the celebration banquet. .
This time the priest was found guilty and burned to death, so a banquet must be held.
And there is news that if the church refuses to pay, the lord is willing to make an offer.
So these people talked happily while eating, it was no less than a festival.
After eating, they wiped their mouths and followed the lord and the nobles out of the manor.
Even the cooks and handymen were on holiday.
Get ready to see the Judgment Priest.
As soon as the people in the territory heard that the priest was going to be tried, the lord did not even collect taxes, so he dropped everything and each held a handful of firewood.
Just go to church.
At one time, more than 200 people gathered in front of the church.
I have to put some pressure on me.
I have been waiting for a long time, but the church is not open.
Cheng Qianxun imitated the pretentious aristocratic look and gently covered his mouth with his hand: "It's not okay for them to judge the priest who is possessed by the devil.
Everyone is equal before God.
Even the priest must be judged.
Otherwise, how will he be supported in the future?
"public" When the farmers nearby heard this, they immediately started a commotion and shouted for trial.
And they have to be tried in public.
The sound was so loud that the church door finally opened.
A trainee priest came out timidly, and suddenly the peasants shouted louder.
He shrank back in fear, but apparently there were still a few people inside who pushed him out.
He could only bite the bullet and come over to face Regel who was sitting in the carriage.
He made a sign of the cross on his chest: "Lord, this should be a matter of the church.
Please take your peasants and leave."
Reger squinted: "Did I bring it or did they bring it themselves?"
So Rudolf asked loudly: "Did the lord force you to come, or did you come on your own?"
Of course, the house slave who had eaten a piece of chicken in the morning loudly said that he was here.
When more than thirty people shouted, the other villagers immediately said angrily that they were here.
Sneijder sneered at the right time: "See, they all came here on their own.
Please try it in public, otherwise they will think you are unfair.
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Covering the servants of the devil is openly defying the church.
If not The trial will be held in public.
As a lord, my brother must inform His Majesty and the Cardinal about this matter."
Regel snorted coldly: "I use the rights granted by the king to order you to have a public trial immediately.
Otherwise, I will punish you all together for harboring the servants of the devil."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."
The trainee priest could only comfort him first, while his eyes kept looking at the people around him who were shouting for a public trial with slight fear.
Of course, these people were all Rudolf who raised his arms and shouted, leading the domestic slaves, and then everyone else to speak in unison.
This is called, the lords all want to see the public trial, so why are they afraid?
I have seen so many public trials in my life, but I have never seen a priest being tried.
So more than 200 people shouted more and more excitedly and loudly As expected, the fat monk could only be pushed out.
He was still wearing the black church robe and looked sanctimonious.
His poison had obviously been decomposed, and he crossed himself on his chest in an air of grandeur.
Before he could speak, he was loudly interrupted by Rudolf.
"He is a devil and is not worthy of wearing this sacred garment," Rudolf shouted, forcing the fat monk's words to be suppressed.
"Then take it off."
Reger wrote lightly, looking around at the dozen thugs beside the car: "Aren't you guys specialized in this?
Don't you dare to meet a real devil now?"
Cheng Qianxun sneered and said: "What are you doing standing around?
Don't forget who pays your daily wages."
In this way, two or three thugs walked over immediately.
As long as someone moved, others would move.
From hesitating, to scrambling.
The sponsor is watching, why don't you behave well?
"How dare you, that is blasphemy against the Holy Church...
Ah, let me go..."
The fat monk held up the protective umbrella of the Church.
Sneijder immediately said: "The devil is often cunning.
This time he actually used the name of God.
It is really abominable.
Take off his coat and reveal his true colors."
So amidst the joyful and excited shouts of the farmers, and the shouts and constant protests of the monks, the monks were stripped of their black cassocks, revealing their fat flesh.
He was so fat.
In the Middle Ages when resources were scarce, he had enough fat to feed five people.
While other farmers were munching on grass, he was so full of fat that his intestines and brains were full.
He was as fat as a maggot, with his flesh wrapped around him in circles, a bit like the four maggot-like legs of Satan Beelzebub.
The fat part in the middle was almost submerged in the meat hanging from the belly.
He saw a bunch of dry grass that had not been washed for a long time and even had lice.
Cheng Qianxun felt ugly and disgusted, and turned his head slightly to avoid looking.
"Oh" and the farmers screamed when they saw it.
"Did you see it?"
Sneijder said loudly: "He is full of people's fat.
Your children and you are starving, but he is so fat.
He is not a devil."
"Burn him to death, burn him to death."
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The villagers suddenly became angry.
Each one raised their arms as thin as bamboo poles, and shouted loudly with green and yellow saliva spraying from their mouths: "Burn him to death."
Rudolf immediately rode on his horse, drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Quiet, listen to the lord."
This was still very intimidating.
Reger covered his nose with his hand.
After the roar just now, the result was that the scene became more and more inflated.
It took him a while before he said: "Everyone must be judged, so let's judge first."
"You will be punished by God.
You will be sent to hell forever and burned in purgatory for billions of years..."
The fat monk was ashamed and annoyed.
He covered the key parts that did not need to be covered with his hands, and cursed loudly and somewhat ridiculously. .
"He doesn't need to speak now, so shut up first.
Don't let the devil use his mouth to say such vicious words."
Sneijder pointed at the two thugs holding the fat monk.
"As you command, Master Sneed."
A thug opened his mouth full of rotten teeth and took off a sock from his foot with a grin.
This sock had been worn for an unknown number of days and it could probably stand upright.
But he still forced it into the fat monk's mouth in a mean manner.
"You will be roasted by fire in hell, sawed into two pieces, and... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wemiuch sense senses..."
The smelly socks made the fat monk shut up. .
But instead of arousing sympathy, his appearance at this time attracted applause.
Regel said leisurely to the trainee priest standing next to him, his eyes wide open: "I heard that the judge is dead, and I am the lord, so let me be the judge.
Recorder."
The recorder stood up from the side and smiled grovelingly and flatteringly: "Lord, I will obey your orders."
"There will be no tax collection today, but the salary will be paid, so you can go back to your old business and record the trial process."
Of course, the record officer must obey the lord's words.
After all, his job is only to record, and as long as he has the money, he can , no matter who it judges.
Cheng Qianxun thought about those people who had surrendered to death, and felt that this monk was extremely hateful, so he pretended to be calm towards the thug who had become an executioner again, but his heart was full of resentment and said: "Let's start by investigating the devil.
The mark begins."
So a few people hurriedly pulled the fat monk's hands and feet apart and counted the moles.
There was too much meat in some places, and the hanging meat and skin were pulled open, and the monks who refused to cooperate were deliberately pressed to the ground, and their feet were forced to let go, so that everyone could see clearly.
"There is a black mole there, yes, his balls are really small under the balls..."
"Pull it open, you have to open it, there is too much meat on his butt..."
Of course people will not miss such a good thing.
Opportunity, each one smiled and shouted, letting the executioner check the fat monk's body thoroughly.
"Woo..."
The fat monk's face turned red and he struggled hard, but to no avail.
His resistance made the executioners more and more angry, and they "investigated" more carefully.
While checking, he also shouted: "One pill in the left armpit, one pill in the neck, thigh..."
After checking it out, it was time to poke it with a needle.
This unlucky guy had a big black mole on his back but no blood came out.
The executioner poked it again and the skin broke, but there was still no blood, so he shouted: "He is a wizard, there is no blood on this mole."
"No wonder so many people were burned to death.
It turns out that he is the wizard.
He specially wants to burn you to death one by one and sacrifice your souls to the devil as food."
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Cheng Qianxun said as a family member of the victim, "He is heartbroken.
He cried loudly: "Sister, my sister, he hanged my own sister.
If the body hadn't fallen into the river and been washed away, he would have burned it to the devil."
"So does my cousin."
"So does my aunt."
The villagers seemed to suddenly realize, and they shouted loudly as if they were awakened.
Some even picked up mud and stones from the ground and couldn't remove a wisp of them.
The monks with smelly socks stuffed in their mouths shouted angrily.
Throw it over.
The wood was immediately piled in front of the church.
The monk stared at the firewood piled up, which was one meter high, and suddenly made a nasal sound of "woo woo" in an urgent manner
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