Chapter 336 Are You Here to Seize Power Right After the Epidemic?

Before leaving, Baron Hopman watched the execution of Master Slimin.

- It's part of the deal. Baron Hopman confirmed with his own eyes that Slimin was executed, and then Johnny Colin prepared the poison, and asked Baron Hopman to carry it in with his own hands, and watched the Baroness drink it. In this way, both sides can confirm the death of the other party's personnel, and no one has room to play tricks.

The execution took place in a large courtyard. Master Slimin was escorted to the middle of the courtyard wearing magic handcuffs and pushed onto the gallows. There were densely packed black-robed mages all around. Archmage Grom, who was on duty at the review meeting in Black Crow Swamp, flew into the air and looked down at the necromancers below:

"Slimin Nairn, a sixth-level magician, belongs to Black Crow Swamp. For personal reasons, he deliberately released a plague curse on animals near the city's water source, polluting the water source and causing a plague epidemic. So far, 1,352 people have been infected. 85 people died, and direct economic losses exceeded 10,000 gold coins.

In accordance with the laws of the kingdom and the Parliament's regulations on the management of magicians, Master Slimin was sentenced to death and will be executed today. All personal property and mage towers were confiscated and delivered to the Council as compensation for those damaged by the plague.

——Master Slimin, do you have anything else to say or any other wishes? "

Slimin slowly raised her head. Several days in prison did not make her look any worse: she couldn't get any paler anyway. She looked around from left to right at the necromancers standing in the yard:

There are her teachers, her former classmates, elders she once looked up to but never had the opportunity to ask for advice, and peers she is not very familiar with and can only be considered to have met. There are also apprentices in her mage tower, huddled in the corner, confused because their future has been interrupted...

Master Slimin looked back at the cell where her sister was, and lowered her gaze. When she turned around, she suddenly saw Archmage Edgar standing quietly under the stage. She couldn't help being shocked and took a step forward:

"Your Majesty the Archmage, is Master Lin En here?"

"how?"

Archmage Edgar raised his eyes.

Lin En was not called over to watch the execution today. One thing happened that the Infectious Disease Hospital had just finished its work. Lin En followed Little Grete and almost fell apart from exhaustion. Moreover, Archmage Edgar felt that his disciple was following him. Around Gretel, those who are close to Zhu are red, and their conduct is relatively reassuring.

So when Lin En couldn't take leave today and said that a friend was coming to visit from afar, Archmage Edgar just turned a blind eye and let him go.

Looking back now, it's a good thing she didn't come - God knows what did this woman who would poison a city want to do with Lin En?

His repulsive attitude was visible to the naked eye. Slimin smiled miserably:

"Don't worry, I didn't want to do anything to him. I just wanted to ask - can I touch his cat-shaped magic pet?"

"What?"

"I just want to touch it..." The female magician looked confused:

"That cat was originally what my mentor wanted to give me... If I had gotten it at that time, I wouldn't have hated him, and maybe, maybe, I wouldn't have done what I did... I was going to die soon, and I I just want to touch it..."

"What's going on?" Commissioner Grom lowered his height, frowned and asked, "Are you robbing him of his things?"

His rank and power were higher than Edgar's. Archmage Edgar could only try to recall this question. However, the incident about a demon pet many years ago has been blurred in his memory, and he only has a rough impression:

"Lynn was going on a trip at that time, and I asked a friend to help him find a magic pet to protect him. It happened many years ago... I didn't hear him mention that others wanted it at that time, right?"

"Your Excellency, Archmage." Master Slimin's mentor tried his best to squeeze over. In just five or six days, his hair on the temples had turned white. The old magician bowed deeply in front of Edgar and begged:

"I failed that adventure and almost didn't come back. I was not qualified to have that magic pet in the first place. But this child has been stubborn and she is about to die. For this last wish, please--"

"So what about the last wish?" Archmage Edgar suddenly darkened his face:

"I helped in the infectious disease hospital a few days ago and treated dozens of patients. I remember there was a little girl who kept holding her stomach and crying out for pain. She died before treatment. I was near her at the time and heard her dying. Before he died, he was still saying, Mom, when I get better, can you take me to the beach to pick up shells——"

"Her wish is not a wish? Her life is not life? Those 85 deceased people, their lives are not life? Why is their last wish not fulfilled, and Slimin's wish needs us to find ways to satisfy it for her?

Was it someone else's fault that she poisoned, cursed, and killed innocent civilians, or was it because someone else didn't give her a magic pet? ! "

"...That's right." Commissioner Grom nodded slowly. He turned to the necromancers in the audience and raised his voice:

"My colleagues, spell casters possess powerful power, but this power is not what we use to harm others arbitrarily. In particular, we necromancers are known for their weird and terrifying powers, and have always been feared and hated by others.

Therefore, in order to make dealing with outsiders smoother after we go out, we must be more self-disciplined than other spell casters. Today I let you watch Master Slimin being executed, just to let everyone see her fate with your own eyes and take it as a warning!

——Execution! "

With an order, someone put a black bag on the female mage's head, put a sling around her neck, and pulled it up. The wooden board under her feet was suddenly pulled away, and a series of struggles were violent and subtle. In the end, the female mage hung silently on the gallows, truly turning into a corpse.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... until he was sure that the breath of life had disappeared, Commissioner Grom raised his palm, and a pale flame spurted out from his palm. In the flames, the body was quickly burned to ashes, and a wisp of breeze swept it away far away and dispersed into the sea waves.

The corpse, flesh, blood, and soul of a necromancer cannot be made into undead creatures, and cannot be used for secondary purposes. This is Black Crow Swamp, the last and remaining tenderness towards the guilty travelers.

The poisoning incident ended here. Baron Hopman preserved his family's reputation. The parliament received a knighthood in its left hand, and used part of it in its right hand to compensate Viscount Cadren for its losses - including the complete razing of twelve buildings, the water company's withdrawal of permission and closure of operations, and payment to the temple for contamination. The cost of treatment of the disease, resettlement of displaced family members of patients...

Level in and level out, no loss or profit.

As for the cost of demolishing the building, I respectfully invite the Lord of Thunder to burn the city with flames. After all, little Gretel is also your plasticity type.

The only trouble is that the cash pressure has increased, and the parliament's accountants have lost hundreds of hairs.

Grete's public health system, water supply network, and infectious disease hospital once again solidly enhanced its sense of existence.

However, if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them. As soon as the patients in the infectious disease hospital were cleared, there were people in the city hall, at the review meeting, and in front of various powerful people wagging:

"How can a third-level mage preside over such an important matter?"

"Arresting people all over the street, causing panic throughout the city. What you do is too overbearing!"

"With so many patients dying, it's obvious that the little mage was incompetent!"

"When the accident happened, the whole hospital was in chaos, and we had to rely on the emergency management department and the city hall to mobilize people to help! Obviously, if the person in charge was capable enough, how could it be like this?"

"If you don't choose someone else to be in charge of the hospital, will you let a third-level mage talk to the Archbishop of the God of War Temple and the Grand Priest of the Spring Water Temple the next time something happens?"

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