A Royal Navy man ran over, holding a list in his hand. He kept looking at Toure behind him, obviously receiving instructions.

"What's up?"

"This... the nobles on this list..." the soldier said hesitantly, "are the culprits who signed the food decree during the Great Famine in the West Island, which prevented the import of foreign food..."

There was dead silence in the place.

Even the bishop who was reading out the crime stopped.

In the cold wind, Ma Wei sat there like a stone sculpture, motionless, as if he didn't hear clearly.

The soldier asked cautiously: "The Great...The Great Pope? These prisoners..."

Ma Wei stretched out his hand, and the soldier quickly handed over the list.

Looking at the name on the paper, Ma Wei felt a wave of heat surge from his chest and go straight to the top of his head.

He didn't know what his expression was now, and he didn't care. He just wanted the soldiers to arrest these people immediately and torture them with the most terrible punishment!

wanna die?

Not that easy!

Ma Wei will trap them on red-hot iron pillars, pile firewood under their feet, light a fire, and let them feel the pain of the flames burning their skin. He will immerse them in biting water and feel the power of suffocation and cold.

The hot golden paste was poured from their mouths to cook their internal organs...

They deserve such punishment!

No matter how cruel you use to treat them, it's not an exaggeration!

Someone must atone for the millions of lives lost on the West Island!

Without Mavey's order, Touré had already brought those people to the square. When these nobles learned that Nicholas was Mavey, their legs were so frightened that they could no longer walk.

Mavie Enders is from the West Island, and his parents died in the famine. Everyone knows this.

One can imagine what cruel punishments Ma Wei would use if he caught the criminals who made the famine worse...

They will live worse than death!

Anger had already surged to the top of his head. Ma Wei held his forehead and kept swallowing his saliva. His stomach was spasming as if he wanted to vomit out the overnight meal.

Those who could survive that famine all did devilish things.

He is also included.

The emergence of memories reminded Ma Wei of the feeling at that time again.

He said nothing and even lowered his head, but everyone could feel the murderous aura emanating from his body.

Levin and Daniel had never seen him like this before. It was an anger that could not be suppressed by reason.

Just like Arthur learned who killed Princess Sophia.

And Ma Wei obviously does not have the same psychological pressure as Arthur did to Rhodes IV.

The power in his hands allows him to do this.

As long as he waves his hand or signals with his eyes...

The prisoner will be dragged down to execute the most cruel punishment.

As long as he wants to...

Under everyone's gaze, Ma Wei stood up tremblingly, raised his hand tremblingly, and handed the list to Holmes.

"You... come to judge."

"Is the punishment truthful?"

"Justify the punishment truthfully."

"good."

Staggering down the stairs, Ma Wei left the square and walked aimlessly. Faces flashed before his eyes, all of them skinny and incomplete.

Among them is the scene of his parents being dug out of their graves and quartered.

Like Arthur, he could take revenge and use the most terrible means to retaliate against the nobles who signed the decree, but he refused.

As a great pope, his every word and deed will have an extremely far-reaching impact.

What works is effective.

If he uses self-will as the standard of judgment today, countless imitators will appear in the future.

He has a heavier burden on his shoulders.

Hatred belongs to him, but justice belongs to everyone.

He must be rational, even when his emotions are completely broken.

Perhaps because he ran out of strength, or perhaps he didn't want to leave, with his shoulders pressed against the wall, Ma Wei slowly fell to his knees, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.
Chapter completed!