I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 260 is too bitter

Zi Yi delivered the same verdict in a calm voice.

But the people's attitude has changed.

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

"Cut off their heads!"

The people below the stage raised their arms again, glaring and roaring.

The people on the platform stared intently at the Bazk family, their faces flushed.

They were like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.

Zi Yi clearly always uses imperative sentences.

His aim was to complete the trial and establish his authority even without the cooperation of his subjects.

However, seeing the scene before him now, he felt a bit more at ease.

Zi Yi walked behind Bazk.

"Hmm!"

Bazk is still trying to speak.

But his voice was drowned out by the shouts of the people, and even Zi Yi could barely hear it.

"Kill him!"

"Leader! Avenge them!"

The tribespeople also became excited and joined in the shouts.

Zi Yi spread his legs, steadied himself, and twisted his waist to lift the iron sword.

As Ziwan stood on the steps and saw this scene below, his breathing became rapid.

"kill!"

He also instinctively let out a shout.

The sound of flesh being torn apart was drowned out by the roar as the longsword was swung.

As Bazk's head hit the ground, the people below the stage no longer flinched.

They watched as the blood mist sprayed onto them, and watched as trickle of blood gushed from their necks, flowing down the south side of the platform.

"good!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"Damn it, Bazz!"

"Damn taxes!"

"My lord! Greetings!"

The shouts from the audience grew even louder.

On stage, Zi Yi didn't stop.

He walked up behind Bazk's family, carrying an iron sword.

Every time the iron sword was swung, a head rolled off.

With each head that fell to the ground, the people cheered.

"Well done!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"Damn brat!"

"Blasphemy!"

The blood stained the high platform redder and redder, but Zi Yi always felt that it was not as red as the angry eyes of the people, nor as red as their flushed faces.

The heads of the entire Bazk family fell to the ground, and the people gradually calmed down.

"Thank you, sir, for avenging us!"

"My child, the person who killed you has been killed by the adults!"

"Waaah—"

The people were giving thanks and crying out in despair, and Ziyi could only make out a few words.

But he felt warm all over, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

He liked this feeling.

The people's cries this time were longer than ever before.

Several minutes passed before they gradually quieted down.

On the side of the platform, Zi'an covered his head, looking dazed.

"The tax officials here are really awful."

Even the tax collectors at Baron Stern are better than him!

I've never heard of anyone being overcharged.

Not only do they levy excessive taxes here, but they also don't care whether their people can survive!

Even if you treat your people as slaves, this is still wrong!

Zi'an simply found it hard to understand.

Li Moss looked up at her, then turned to look at Haji Saint.

The saintess was standing with her arms crossed, head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

[Target state: contemplative, minor, depressed]

She doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

Seeing her condition, and hearing the voices of the people gradually fading, Li Mosi raised the horn again.

We can't let our people run out of energy.

Waaah————

The moment the horn sounded, the people instinctively composed themselves.

The scene quickly fell silent.

On stage, Zi Yi, who had been enjoying himself for a while, understood that he had to get back to work.

As the horn faded, Zi Yi waved to the human walls on both sides.

"Get out of here."

As he spoke, he looked at the butler who was kneeling at the end of the platform.

"It's Pokhara now! Who has been hurt by him? Who knows about his crimes?"

"Sir! I understand!"

Before the human wall could retreat, an old man squeezed out from the east side of the platform.

Zi Yi found it strange.

The man's face didn't look as wrinkled as Farold's, but his hair was completely white.

His thin body was clearly hunched over, yet his movements were surprisingly large.

Zi Yi felt something was strange.

To describe them, they were like skeleton assault soldiers with skin.

Because of the large movement, the man almost fell when he squeezed through the crowd.

Thankfully, Walter managed to catch him.

"Old Han, be careful."

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Walter spoke up to remind him.

This man was none other than old Han.

His eldest son was already married and had his own family, and he still had to work hard to prepare food for the family.

If he gets injured, there won't be anyone who has the resources to take care of him.

"well."

Old Han seemed very anxious, and after giving a casual reply, he walked closer to Zi Yi.

Walter frowned, then turned and followed.

Before old Han could even catch his breath, he pointed at the butler.

His hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling.

"Bokhra, Bokhra, he trampled my child to death on horseback!"

Following his finger, Zi Yi looked at the butler.

After old Hanl stepped forward, other citizens who wanted to identify the steward also tried to step forward.

Then they huddled together with the returning citizens.

"Don't push!"

"This is the way back!"

"Come this way!"

Seeing that the procession was starting to get chaotic, the tribesmen quickly separated the two sides.

Fortunately, the platform was spacious enough that seven or eight people could stand side by side without any problem.

The citizens who were to return to their posts quickly separated from those who wanted to take the stage.

Once the initial signs of chaos were nipped in the bud, the people below the stage quietly watched old Hanl again.

He asked the question.

Tell me about yourself.

"Yes, sir."

Old Han's breathing gradually calmed down, but his outstretched hand was still trembling.

"Pokhara, three years ago, rode through my wheat field. My child was in there, and he rode right through it!"

"I...I—!"

As he was speaking, his throat suddenly choked up, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

Walter looked at old Han's shining eyes and realized that he was too excited.

In his memory, old Han's eyes had been squinting for many years.

It is quite unusual that it suddenly broke free and shone as if it had seen light.

Snap, snap...

Walter patted old Hanl on the back and picked up where he left off.

"Old Han's youngest son was in the wheat field when the steward, Bokla, rode right through it on horseback, and the horse's hoof kicked his youngest son."

wow——

The crowd below the stage immediately erupted in noise.

"Is this why you tell your children to stay away from wheat fields?"

"I've heard about this, but I never imagined it was him..."

"Is it that person?"

"Yes, his wife died, and his youngest family member was murdered by the housekeeper and convicted!"

"Bokla is a damn thing!"

Zi Yi ignored the discussion among the leaders below the stage.

He looked at old Han.

"Cough cough cough..."

Old Han was patted on the back a few times and started coughing.

Walter then finished explaining the situation.

"After Bokla kicked his youngest son to death, he also convicted the youngest son of stealing hay and ordered old Hanl to pay a fine..."

There are even more fragmented words to follow.

But Zi Yi couldn't listen anymore.

"Heave-ho!"

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the other leaders who had come up on the stage.

"And you?"

"My lord, he took my daughter away and enslaved her. I don't know where she went..."

"Oh dear~ My eldest son has been taken away to be enslaved. Ah! He just didn't have time to pay the pig tax!"

"My pregnant wife was also taken away..."

"My child is only two years old..."

On stage, a dozen or so residents who had lost their children for various reasons began to weep and lament, and even those who hadn't cried before started to cry as they spoke.

Below the stage, many leaders once again raised their arms.

Zi Yi raised his iron sword and then told them to finish speaking one by one.

The older children said their children had been taken away and their whereabouts were unknown.

Those who were young said their brothers and sisters had been taken away.

Among these, a few are not entirely blameless in Zi Yi's opinion.

But most of them were captured and enslaved for some trivial matters!

This reminded him of Vallos Estate and Toufart Estate.

It's more like a ranch than a territory!

"Heave-ho!"

After listening to everyone's tearful complaints, Zi Yi took another deep breath.

"Waaah..."

"My child..."

"throat--"

The atmosphere this time was not as heated as it was during the trial of Bazk.

Because they are suffering so much.

Zi Yi felt uncomfortable just listening to it; he couldn't even imagine what it felt like.

"call--"

After taking a deep breath, Zi Yi raised his iron sword high.

"I declare that Bokla has plundered its people, committed murder, and arbitrarily enslaved them..."

"kill!"

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