Dawn will come soon, Joel sat in the cold dungeon, the small room was dirty, with only a thin layer of straw pounced on the ground, the walls were as cold as frost, and a wooden toilet was placed in the corner, making the stench of shit and urine filled the small space, which was already full of moldy smell. From the depths in the distance, the woman's low sobs and vague prayers came.

What's worse is that Joel's top was stripped off, revealing those horrifying wounds. When Sir Via's daughter Miss Annezhen came down to remove his clothes, the guards took a breath after seeing the wounds, "How did this guy survive?" The prison guard looked at Joel in confusion. If it weren't for the rumor that the "Sleepless Man"'s body was as cold as a corpse, Joel might have been pulled out to be used for stolen.

Joel is now sitting in the middle of the cell, with iron shackles on his hands and feet. He usually finds a corner to squat, but his back is already bloody and fuzzy by Miss Annezhen's whip. As long as he touches it, it hurts so much that Joel can't help but hum and sucks. "You will die tomorrow!" The lady who cries red in her eyes said to Joel, "But don't think you can die easily! And that despicable woman! You will die together." After that, she spat and turned around and left.

After watching the crazy lady leave, Joel finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least this means the end of the execution, but this lady really doesn't understand what "execution" is, and Joel is very grateful for this.

Compared to these, Joel was more worried about Hemi's condition. Sister Simoken told Joel that they were rescued by his friend. "A red-haired lady in a cloak came to me. She had green eyes. She told me that it was Mr. Kangting who asked them to pick up Miss Hemi." Joel leaned under the altar of the "Goddess Palace". Sister Simoken, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, was bandaging the wound on his head. "Later, two strong mercenaries came, one was a barbarian carrying an axe. They looked fierce, but the other was much better. He was the servant of the Goddess of Justice, wearing a white robe and white armor, holding a hammer and a sacred poem."

After hearing this, Joel breathed a sigh of relief. Olaf and the others actually did it. So Hemi should be safe with them now.

Joelha let out a breath of heat. He was having a fever, his body was old and new, and the dungeon was cold and cold. These all made Joel's injury worse. He felt dizzy at the moment. The illusions of the past were mixed with the present. He couldn't tell whether he was awake or asleep. Joel picked up straw one by one and threw it on it so that he would not touch the bloody wound on his back. However, the wound on his chest also made Joel unable to fall asleep in pain. This would be a long and difficult night.

"Joel." A gentle but familiar voice called beside him. "Joel."

Elu Joel couldn't move. Elu, I miss you so much. Joel wanted to tell her, but his body seemed to be frozen.

"Joel." The gentle shouts finally slowly faded away, and the cold swallowed everything again.

No, Alu. Don't leave, please...

Painful thoughts filled my mind, and it was not just the body that was cold. Joel felt that the broken heart was also beginning to frost.

I don't know how long this situation took, and a sharp sound of opening the door pulled Joel back to the cold and cruel reality. Joel opened his blood-stained eyes and wanted to move his body, but it was full of soreness, pain and unable to move. At this time, someone walked in from outside the door. Joel saw a pair of faded thick leather shoes. He kicked Joel in the abdomen, "Get up!" It was the voice of the prison guard Uken. He was a fat and evil guy. His long-term life in the prison guard made him lose most of his humanity. He treated prisoners, especially death row prisoners, very cruel. He kicked Joel again, "I'll call you up!"

Is it already dawn? Joel, who was kicked to breathe, struggled and got up in pain. "Let's go! Idiot! Your death is here!" Uken said viciously. He thought Joel was still too slow, so he put on another kick, then bent down to grab the shackles that locked Joel's hands, and dragged him up from the ground. "If you want to die, you have to wait until Master Via declares your way of death, you can die, do you know?!" Uken's saliva sprayed on Joel's face, with a foul stench.

Following Ukken out of the small cell, his unsweet feet were frozen purple by the cold floor. After walking out of the room, Joel saw the first torch that was emitting a warm fire on the wall. Then Sister Simoken, who was also wearing shackles, and her white wedding robe became dirty. It was to replace Hermi's prayer in front of the altar so that he would not be discovered and returned. "Mr. Contin." Sister Simoken looked at Joel, her eyes turned red under the torch light, and her mouth

Her lips were chapped, her face was pale, her hair was messy, and her condition was really bad, and her hands were locked in shackles, and her feet were obviously locked. Maybe they took her shoes and socks, but at least they did not dare to use a whip or anything to her. "After the death of the nun, the 'Daughter of Death', would be dragged into the Shadow's Mourning Hall with iron chains and hooks, and torture forever." The devout northerners feared and angered the gods, especially those dark and terrifying gods.

Joel nodded slightly, then turned to follow the prisoner Wuken who was cursing in front and threatening to give Joel two whips. Sister Simoken followed behind Joel, with chains jingling, and an old woman with dry hair and broken teeth on the back. She was the female prisoner responsible for detaining female prisoners.

The two jailers took the prisoners up the stone stairs and returned to the ground. The dungeon was built under the military camp. Now the military camp has been temporarily used as the residence of surviving residents whose houses were burned. Guards holding iron spears and shields stood on both sides of the exit. The residents in the distance opened their eyes wide and looked at them. They had elderly people, children, men and women, but none of them said anything. They did not love us, Joel knew, but they did not hate us, and our life and death had nothing to do with them.

Two guards on the left and right, two jailmen in front and back led them out of the barracks built with stone bricks. After leaving the gate of the barracks, more and more eyes were turned to them. The two jailmen said something to the guards and handed over the two iron rings to the guards responsible for escorting them, then turned around and returned to their dungeons. There were four other guards waiting for them outside the door, all of them carrying iron helmets and covered with armor, so Joel could not see their appearance.

The guards would escort them to the Spike Hunting Hall for trial, but it was a long journey from the barracks to the Spike Hunting Hall, especially for the two weak prisoners who had been shackled and had not eaten for a day.

But even so, the guards poked the backs of the two people with the bottom of the spear and urged them to walk forward. The feet stepped on the snow frost that melted slightly and frozen, Joel gritted his teeth, his feet were almost unconscious, and only the pain spread to his brain. Joel opened and closed his hands with his shackles, and a "backpack interface" appeared in front of him. None of these people could see this thing, so they didn't know what Joel put inside.

It's not the time. Joel closed the "backpack interface". It's not the time. Joel thought coldly.

The road was painful and long. Joel was shaking, his head was still feverish. He felt that he was head heavy, almost every part of his body was wailing, and every inch of his skin was frozen, but even so, he insisted on not falling down and continued to walk forward. But the guards still thought that his movements were too slow and occasionally poked Joel's bloody back with the bottom of his spear.

However, they were much more respectful to Sister Simoken. Whether she was a prisoner or not, first of all, she was a nun. The devout northerners would not hurt a nun for no reason, or a woman who was once a nun. Generally, nuns are not lifelong positions. They are usually virgins aged twelve to twenty-four. Few people serve over this age. Their duty is to serve the "holy tree" in the nuns, pray for the world and pray for the gods, and live a hard and pious life. As long as they reach the age of twenty-four, the nuns can decide on their own whether to leave the monastery. Those who stay will become nuns for life and may eventually become the directors of the nuns; those who leave can return to the lives of ordinary people, but will not receive the protection and blessings that nuns will receive.

Because nuns can receive the protection of the church, king and many gods, in this war-torn world, many people want to send their daughters to be nuns, but the quota of nuns is limited, so every girl who can become nuns is selected through layers of selection.

After walking through the long stone steps, I walked uphill. On both sides of the road were houses that had not been burnt in residential areas. Most of them were full of people. One of them was rented by the Alps before, but now others have moved in. Almost all the windows were opened, and people watched the two people escorted by six guards walking through the street below. Some people also came out of the house. Many teenage boys followed the team, wanting to watch the fun.

The entire Lengshi Town knew about today's trial, and people were looking forward to it. This was a rare show in the bad days since the attack of the mercenaries of the Principal State. People needed a point to vent, and Joel thought to himself that this could be used.

The team changed from eight people at the beginning to eighteen and twenty-eight people. More and more people followed behind. They all wanted to follow the Judgment Hall to watch the trial. The trial must be made public so that it can appear fair and everyone can watch it. This is the law of the kingdom.

In this way, the difficult journey at the beginning became more and more difficult. As there were more and more people behind, the guards felt that Joel was walking too slowly. They were worried that Joel's accomplices would be hidden among these people. Olaf, Joel thought to himself, just help me protect Hemi, I will live to repay your kindness. Don't take risks, for me, for Hemi.

When the team arrived at the Spike Hunting Hall, Joel turned around and saw the stone steps up the Spike Hunting Hall were filled with people, all of whom were watching the show. They were tired and suffering with interest. They suffered and finally could see others suffering. This made them feel relieved.

Joel and Sister Simoken walked into the Spike Hunting Hall one by one. The fireplaces in the Spike Hunting Hall were burning with raging fire. The guards stood by the fireplace. The long table was moved away by the door, and a piece of space was vacant. The guards brought Joel and Sister Simoken there. The Spike Hunting Hall was very warm and the floor was not so cold. This made Joel, who had been frozen and lost consciousness, gradually recovered a little, but the original numb pain also occurred again, and it was even more serious than before.

The long table and bench were moved to both sides, just under the beast-headed ornaments hanging on the walls on both sides of the hall. At this moment, there were all kinds of people sitting on the bench, including merchants wearing ornate fur, people with serious expressions, and even a shy nun who was praying with his eyes closed. They were representatives of the residents of Lengshi Town, who were sitting under the beast-headed ornaments, looking at the two of them, their eyes as cold as those of the dead beasts. On the first seat, Sir Via sat with a gloomy face on his black iron-wood chair with fur and velvet cushions, and on the chairs on both sides were his wife, daughter and son. Joel could feel the eyes of their family as if they were to tear him into pieces.

Fitwen was looking at Joel with red eyes, his face pale, and from time to time, the muscles on his face twitched with pain, and his broken limbs were now hidden under a wide fur cloak. In the church, Joel cut off his left arm with an axe.

Seeing Joel walk into the hall, Fitwen suddenly stood up, but almost lost his balance and fell to the ground. He held the handle of his chair with his right hand, turned around and pulled out the wooden iron rod from the waist of his guard, his guard, and rushed down their platform. "Come back! It's the judge now! Don't be presumptuous!" Sir Via's angry shout stopped Fitwen, who was full of resentment, from his face.

Joel turned off his backpack panel without moving his expression. He looked at Fitwin coldly, and the two of them were interacting with their eyes. Maybe I should cut off his sword-holding hand, not the hand that raised the shield, but no matter which one it was, Joel thought that he could no longer raise their family's hunting spear.

Fitwin looked at Joel angrily, then roared in grief and threw the iron rod in his hand to Joel's feet. The iron rod smashed a groove on the wooden floor. Joel's face was expressionless, but Sister Simoken beside him was frightened.

After the two of them stood in the middle of the hall, two of the six guards were alone, and the other four went to stand on both sides of the long table. The guards guarded at the entrance of the spear hunting hall also took away the spears used to block the door and let the residents enter the spear hunting hall, but only in the front hall, they could not enter the hall. The five guards standing at the entrance of the hall blocked them with spears and iron shields.

Seeing that everyone was here, Sir Via spoke, "Today, we will hold a trial meeting on one thing," his tone was cold and filled with anger, but he tried his best to lower his voice so that he would not yell. "This man," Sir Via pointed his hand at Joel naked, "I used to use my wine and food in my long table in my hall, but now he hurt my son with his hands!"

"He cut off my son's left arm!" Sir Via's words made the hall noisy, and some people even shouted "hang him!" After the crowd calmed down a little, Sir Via continued, this time he pointed at Sister Simoken, "This woman, helping those despicable mercenaries, stole my son's wife!"

As soon as these words were said, it was even more uproar. People knew that the wife of Sir Via's son was the "saint". The crowd exploded in an instant, and some people even wanted to rush in, but were stopped by the guards, "You stole our saint! Bitch!" An old man shouted at Sister Simoken.

The people on both sides of the long table also began to talk, whispering to each other, their expressions looked very gloomy and serious. There was only one person, the nun, who was still praying with her eyes closed, and her body was trembling slightly. She was afraid, and Joel knew that such things were usually attended by the old nun, but Joel heard that she was killed by the mercenaries of the principality in the last battle.

Joel looked at Sister Simoken beside her. She raised her head without any evasion, without any guilt or regret, although her body was trembling slightly. "I did nothing wrong!" Sister Simoken said, and the crowd also calmed down, "This marriage is not legal! It was made by Sir Via privately, and it was not even approved by Hemi himself!"

"I would never let Hemi marry such a person!" Sister Simoken looked at Fitwin without fear. Fitwin stood up with red eyes, shouted at Sister Simoken, "bitcher", and almost rushed down from the high seat again.

"Enough!" Sir Via's voice stopped everyone from quarreling, but there was still noisy sound in the crowd. "I said enough!" Sir Via roared, his face flushed red.

"So," Sir Via lowered his voice slightly, but the anger on his face did not fade, "Miss Simoken," he did not call her a nun, "Have you confessed to your crime?"

Sister Simoken was speechless for a moment. "Your son beat the nun in the church in front of the altar of the Holy Tree and the 'Goddess Palace'." Joel suddenly interrupted, "How will this crime be sentenced?"

Joel's words aroused people's discussions. Sir Via's face turned redder due to anger became redder, and even Fitwin on the side blushed. "Bloody!" Fitwin shouted in panic, "It's clear... it's you who beat the nun! I'm going to stop you, but you cut off your left hand!"

"That's true!" Sir Via announced loudly regardless of the noisy crowd, and then he gave Joel a threatening look, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will immediately order someone to kill you!"

Joel clenched his fists and looked at Sir Via through the three crossbows in the translucent "Backpack Interface". "Just as you wish, sir." Joel said coldly.
Chapter completed!