Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 108 Execution

The final result was not suspenseful. All the witch hunters were caught, and the townspeople cheered. Carl's image as a lord seemed to have improved in the hearts of the people. Of course, this was also due to the efforts of everyone. Especially Amira. The last lightning was a stroke of genius. Carl did not expect that the wizard would have such power. This was far beyond his expectations.

But when he mentioned this to Amira, the sorceress scratched her face and said embarrassedly:

"Actually... that last lightning bolt was an accident."

"what?"

"Well... I was exhausted at that time, and then... you know, the spell got out of control, and the lightning struck you." She replied hesitantly.

When she finished speaking, Karl's eyes widened. After his brain went offline for a moment, he suddenly reacted and shouted:

"Wait, that means I was almost struck to death!"

“But no matter what, the result is not bad. Congratulations, congratulations~haha.” Amira smiled awkwardly, then looked at Carl’s gradually clenched fists. Finally, the wizard ran away without a trace.

But Amira was right about one thing. The result was good. Because of that last move, he was now considered a saint by most people. But... he was almost killed. He almost stepped into the gate of hell without knowing it. It seems that next time she needs to cast any magic, she needs to be careful. This thing is too dangerous. He even understands why the church hunts witches.

Speaking of the church, the real trouble has just begun. How should he deal with those two people? Especially Sister Eleanor, who was sent directly from the Holy See. Needless to say, she was very important, especially since she had only been here for a few days. At this time, both of them were imprisoned in the dungeon of the castle.

It was only after he caught them that he learned that Gregory's full name was: Gregory Morgan. He was the second son of the Morgan family and Morton's younger brother. As the Morgan family, he had a bad relationship with them. The reason why he became the chief judge was also very simple. As the second son, he naturally could not inherit the territory. After Morton succeeded to the throne, he was worried about his younger brother, so he let him join the church and become a monk.

In the dark dungeon, Chief Judge Gregory and Sister Eleanor were imprisoned in the same cell. Eleanor was expressionless and curled up in the corner. Gregory, however, remained spirited, but his face was no longer majestic and cold, but showed a flattering smile. When he saw Carl coming, he immediately shouted:

"Master Karl, what a good trick! I'm convinced. Just ask whatever you want to ask. I'll tell you the truth."

This attitude is really a 180-degree turn. Carl stood at the door of the cell, looked at the presiding judge, and then said:

"I know you are Morton's brother, and you became a monk after he became earl."

"That's right! My damn brother forced me to become a monk, while he himself enjoyed a good life and even played with women!" Gregory said this with a look of resentment on his face.

"Then, you did two years of hard training in the church, and then suddenly became the chief judge of the Northern Tribunal. How did you do that?"

After hearing his words, Gregory smiled and said:

"It's easy. Just give some money and smooth things over. The so-called chief judge is just a piece of paper."

"What does a piece of authorization mean?" Carl became interested.

"It's very simple. The church does not directly participate in the management of the tribunal. The church only appoints the presiding judge, issues a commission, and defines the area under its jurisdiction. The presiding judge then takes the commission and recruits soldiers locally to form a team of witch hunters." Gregory said.

"Does this mean that the Inquisition is completely autonomous?" Carl asked.

"That's right." Gregory smiled, and then added, "The Church has been very ambitious in recent years. They want to have their own armed forces everywhere. But the problem is that this is a big deal, and even the Holy See can't afford so much money. In this case, what should the Holy See do?"

Carl frowned when he heard this.

"Allowing local judges to govern themselves is their only option. In this way, the Holy See not only does not have to spend money, but can also make money."

"Still making money?" Carl's eyes lit up. Not only him, but also Eleanor, who was lying on the side, raised her head and listened attentively.

"Yes, you can make money." Gregory nodded and said, "You go out and tell others that you are a witch hunter, how do you prove it? You need an identity mark! The robes, flags, and emblems of the Inquisition are your proof, and these are all provided by the church. If you want them, you have to spend money. If a person wants to become a witch hunter, he must first get the nod from the local chief judge, and then spend another silver coin to buy a standard robe of the Inquisition. From then on, he is a witch hunter."

"No need for training or similar moral assessment?" Carl asked again.

But Gregory showed an extremely surprised look, and then said:

"Isn't it enough to be able to fight?"

Hearing him say this, Karl sneered:

"Aren't they just a bunch of soldiers?"

"You're right to say that. They're just ruffians. They're all here to make money under the name of the church."

"What?" At this moment, Eleanor on the side suddenly exclaimed, and then she shouted, "You are witch hunters, messengers of the Lord!"

Ignoring the nun's accusations, Gregory continued:

"This witch hunt is just a business. We first select a place, contact the local pastor, and create some trouble saying that it is caused by a witch. Then we go in, capture a few women from poor families, and burn them to death on the same day to establish our authority. Then we find people from rich families, pay them and release them. Finally, we announce that the witch problem has been solved, so that the locals will be grateful, and the pastor will take the lead in raising funds, and then we will get another sum of money..."

"Shameless, extremely shameless!" Eleanor couldn't help but roared when she heard this.

What he got in return was Gregory's disdain. He said sarcastically:

"Mister Sister, this is all for the sake of your church! The higher-ups don't give us money, and there are so many brothers waiting for food. If we don't do this, the Inquisition won't be able to survive."

"So, it doesn't matter to you whether there are witches or not," said Carl.

Gregory smiled again:

"That's right, Lord Carl. So, there is no need for you to kill me. It will be good for you to keep me alive~"

"What's the benefit?" Carl asked.

Then Gregory smiled mysteriously, and then a proud look appeared on his face:

"Let me put it this way. As long as I give the nod, the entire Northern Tribunal will be at your disposal~!"

"Gregory, you are blaspheming the faith!" Eleanor's roar rang out again.

"Mister Sister, don't forget that you ordered me to hunt witches. I thought it was just another business trip, but I didn't expect to run into a fool like you."

"I asked you to deal with real witches, not to kill innocent people..."

"I'm already working hard!" Before Eleanor could finish her words, Gregory had already retorted, "Humph, the Vatican sent a bunch of green hands who don't know anything."

"Gregory, I will report your actions to the Holy See in detail. You have betrayed your faith!"

"You!" Gregory glared at Eleanor, then suddenly turned to look at Karl, "Lord Karl, this woman cannot be kept~ She is a nuisance."

Carl nodded, then asked calmly:

"But she was sent by the Vatican... How do you want me to deal with her?"

Hearing Karl's question, Gregory's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness:

"It's very simple. I will write a letter to the Vatican saying that we successfully defeated a group of witches and that the head nun led the charge in the battle but unfortunately died."

"What?" Hearing this, Eleanor was also startled and her body shrank back unconsciously.

As if fearing that Karl would disagree, Gregory added:

"As long as you are willing, kill this woman, and I am willing to share the profits from this witch hunt with you~"

"Well~" Carl nodded calmly, "Then please~"

"Ah, what?" Gregory was stunned, as if he didn't understand what Carl meant.

But I heard Karl say again:

"You said you wanted to kill her, right? She's right here, you can do it now."

"what?"

"You have hands and feet, you can't be unable to kill a little girl."

Gregory's forehead was sweating. He wiped his forehead and then replied with a smile:

"No, it's not appropriate for me to do it. There are too many flaws. What if the Church requests an autopsy?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly shouted:

"By the way, don't you have a magician? Let her do it, there will be no loopholes!"

"Okay~" Hearing his words, Karl nodded again, glanced at Eleanor beside him, and asked, "So, do you have any last words?"

Eleanor lowered her head slightly, with a look of despair on her face:

"Everything started because of me. Those people died because of me. I deserved it..."

"Got it." Carl turned around and stopped looking at her. Instead, he shouted to the guards behind him, "Come here, drag Gregory to the square and burn him in public."

"What?" Gregory's eyes almost popped out when he said this. When the guards opened the cell door to pull him out, he began to struggle desperately on the ground, "Wait, wait, you can't do this. We agreed that you need me. You will regret it if you kill me!"

He kept rolling and twisting on the ground like a worm, his movements were ugly and ridiculous.

At this moment, Karl bent down slightly and said to him:

"Your proposal is indeed very tempting, Judge, but the problem is: I don't trust you."

Let him kill the head nun sent by the Vatican, and then what? Maybe he will keep his promise, but if he regrets it halfway and blames others, he will die without a burial place. Gregory is a villain. The biggest problem with villains is that they are untrustworthy. When he does not have absolute power to suppress the other party, he dare not use such a person.

"Goodbye, Judge~"

Finally, in despair and confusion, Gregory was dragged out of the dungeon. In the outer city where he burned the townspeople, Karl set up the stake again, but this time, it was Gregory himself who was tied to it. The townspeople who were watching shouted and cursed and threw stones at him. When the guards lit the firewood, everyone cheered loudly.