booktalesy Chapter 259 Cheers
Chapter 259 Cheers
"kill!"
After Zi Yi finished speaking, there was complete silence on and off the stage.
Even their breathing sounded like laughter.
He ignored the people and waved to the tribesmen behind him who were still holding iron swords.
The tribesman quickly went up to the stage and presented the iron sword to Ziyi with both hands.
Zi Yi gripped the sword hilt and turned around abruptly.
g——
The iron sword was removed from its sheath and gleamed in the midday sun.
He gripped the sword with both hands, his entire body spinning as he slashed out with the iron blade.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
Gaimur was still shaking.
But no matter how much he shook, he couldn't escape.
The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.
Snapped.
Gaimour's head fell to the ground.
"oops."
"Hiss~"
The leaders below the stage instinctively stepped back, and blood gushed out from the cut surface.
After the initial spray, a gushing forth followed.
After convulsing twice, Gaimour exhausted his last bit of strength. He fell to the ground.
he died.
The people stared blankly at the head that had its eyes covered and its mouth gagged, or at the body that had fallen to the ground.
The stench of blood spread and filled everyone's nostrils.
Gaimour deserves to die, Gaimour will die.
This is what everyone assumes.
They're just putting into practice what they already knew.
But the people still stared at the corpse.
It was as if they were trying to confirm this fact.
Zi Yi shook the blood off his iron sword and looked at Zi Wang.
"Go down."
After saying that, he tapped Bazk with his iron sword and looked at the others.
"Next up is Bazk! Who has been hurt by him? Who knows about his crimes?"
The people did not respond immediately.
Zi Yi smelled a strong odor of urine again.
Grass.
Bazk peed!
"Ugh! Ugh!"
Zi Yi saw him twisting his body, looking frightened.
Baron Taliss ordered him to do all those things!
He didn't actually get much of the extra taxes he collected into his own pocket!
"Next one!"
"Get back in line!"
Seeing that the leader was still standing there dumbfounded, the tribesmen once again stepped forward to maintain order.
On both sides of the platform, human walls spread out.
Ziwan and his group rejoined the ranks on either side of the platform.
Previously, the people in the two lines who had been blocked by the human walls were now able to see the situation on the stage.
Gaymur is dead!
Their gazes lingered between Gaimur's corpse and the bloodstained longsword in Zi Yi's hand.
This goblin is serious!
Seeing that Ziyi was really doing what he said, the people mustered up their courage and stood up.
This time, there was no need for people like Ziwang to step forward; two more human walls formed on the east and west sides of the stage.
This time the human wall is twice as thick as last time!
Seeing that there were commoners and manor craftsmen inside, Zi Yi felt extremely uneasy.
Even when Gaimour led dozens of soldiers to commit crimes, not this many people came forward to identify him!
How wicked must this guy be?
Zi Yi watched as the human wall reassembled, and then heard voices rising from below the stage.
"Sir? Can I still go up now?"
He turned his head and saw the procession of townspeople directly south of the high platform.
Zi Yi could only make out the words of the young man who was speaking poetry.
But how can he tell who it is right now?
"Who just asked that? Raise your hand. Let's see how many people want to come up."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man from the town who looked like a farmer raised his arm.
"My lord! It's me!"
He started with doubts.
But all she wanted to ask Ziyi now was whether she still had a chance.
Starting with him, people from other manors kept raising their hands in the procession.
"I want to go up too!"
"He took my grain!"
"He said if I didn't pay, he'd accuse me of refusing to pay taxes!"
"My family is the same!"
More and more arms were raised, moving from near to far.
Zi Yi glanced around and noticed that there were men, women, and children inside.
In each manor's procession, a dozen or so people raised their arms. (This is from a professional novel website, offering the most comfortable reading experience.)
He looked at the human walls on the east and west sides of the platform with a bit of a daze.
So many people have come up here, why are there still so many people in the audience?!
While he was still in a daze, more and more arms were raised from below the stage.
It's like some kind of flower that sows its seeds nearby.
When Zi Yi looked over again, he felt that the raised arms were as dense as bushes!
He suddenly felt a throbbing sensation in his head, and subconsciously turned his head to look to the east. A thought flashed through his mind.
No wonder our master specifically arranged the order of the three people!
Only when he delivers his judgment will his people believe what he says!
It doesn't matter who is being tried; the trial itself is what matters!
Only now did the people dare to stand up!
"grown ups……"
"He took away my chickens!"
"My eggs have been taken away! The chickens aren't laying eggs anymore!"
The crowd below kept shouting, but Zi Yi could no longer hear them at all.
Waaah————
The bugle call resounded once again throughout the stadium.
Zi Yi relaxed slightly, holding the iron sword and standing there waiting.
When the horn stopped, the people quickly quieted down.
They looked at each other.
Although most of the residents were still raising their hands, they knew that there wasn't enough room for so many people on the platform.
Zi Yi thought for a moment, then pointed his iron sword at the townspeople below the stage.
"You all start by telling me what Bazk did, one by one..."
"Master, is this why you didn't let us kill the steward right away?"
Zi'an looked at the wall of people on the stage and whispered to Li Mosi to continue the topic they had just discussed.
When she saw it, she and Ziyi came to a similar conclusion.
However, Zi Yi still had to preside over the trial, while she could directly seek confirmation from Li Mosi.
"Inhale...exhale..."
Li Moss took a deep breath and wiped the saliva off the horn with his clothes.
Once his expression had calmed down, he nodded to Zian.
You're right.
Action itself is the most powerful.
When the trial is carried out, the people will naturally believe their words.
This is especially true for people of different races like Zi Yi.
"Wouldn't it be more effective to just kill the butler?"
The saintess whispered a few words.
Seeing how cooperative her people were, even though she knew Zi Yi was different from the other goblins, she still felt awkward.
Moreover, when it comes to judging the chief criminal, who is of a higher rank than the butler?
Although they do not hold a title, everyone assumes that a nobleman's steward is a nobleman of a lower rank.
Besides, public trials usually begin with the highest-ranking person.
"Don't rush."
Li Mosi nodded with her chin at the people.
"You guys finish reading it first before you talk."
The atmosphere always needs to be built up step by step.
The residents' willingness to participate is now much higher than at the beginning.
On stage, Zi Yi, who was in charge of hosting, felt extremely tired.
"He harvested extra wheat from my house last year. My child starved to death. And now he's harvesting again this year!"
"My child starved to death too!"
"He collected excessive taxes for two years in a row!"
"We agreed not to accept them this year!"
The artisan families in the town were doing alright, and although the farmers were taxed more, they were still able to survive.
But the people of the other manors didn't have it so easy.
Craftsmen can still make a living even with increased taxes, but farmers can't!
According to them, Bazk collects extra taxes every year, but no matter what he does, it only makes it impossible for babies to survive.
But this year is different.
Regardless of whether we overcharged last year, we must overcharge this year!
Many families in the neighborhood are facing the prospect of not being able to survive the winter!
Some residents even had their livestock and poultry taken away, which were important resources for them to survive the winter.
They weren't even slaughtered for food, but rather used to keep warm.
After listening to what the people from this manor had to say, Zi Yi pointed his sword at the next manor.
Following my teacher's instructions, regardless of whether he could hear me or not, I had to make them say it.
Zi Yi was already feeling a bit hungry when the people finished speaking.
He didn't expect that, in addition to Bazk himself, Bazk's family members were also frequently involved in tax collection, demanding benefits under various pretexts!
This family truly deserved to die!
No one raised their hand on or off the stage anymore, and no one chatted idly, but there were more sobs.
These voices will not affect the first judgment.
"I hereby declare that the Bazk family has been arbitrarily collecting taxes, deceiving the lord, bullying the people, and robbing grain and livestock..."
"kill!"