"Seventeen!"

"eighteen!"

"nineteen!"

...

The six-meter-long iron thorn whip made an afterimage in the air, with a harsh whistling sound, and hit the victim's back hard.

The blood was accompanied by bits and pieces of minced meat, splashed into the air under the swing of the iron whip, and then fell to the ground, forming a semi-circular pool of blood in a short while.

"The Orcs of the Holy Order belonged to Carol Antarevik. They left their duties without authorization, damaged other people's property, snatched griffins, disrupted the order of assemblies, violated many military precepts, and were punished for multiple crimes and lashed."

Carol, with his face down and back up, with his limbs tied to the execution platform, felt the heart-wrenching pain in his back, biting his teeth, trying to keep himself silent.

On the huge square, not only were hundreds of patriarchs and other races standing, there were thousands of human citizens on the periphery.

A human being dressed up by a blacksmith looked at the scary execution ground, and said with fear: "If this kind of whip is replaced by us, I am afraid that it will be killed on the spot, right?"

The companion beside him whispered: "I heard that the cause of the incident was because a human wanted to marry an elf."

"What are you talking about? Another stupid like Beate?! Can't these people learn what a lesson is?"

The blacksmith's companion lowered his voice: "This human being is different! He is Randall Quincy!"

"Randall...you mean, is that twilight hero?"

"Yes, it's him. I heard that he fell in love with an elf. The executed orc was their friend. He violated many precepts in order to prevent the trial."

The blacksmith scratched his head: "This...I think even Randall can't violate the holy law set by the holy king."

"Um...hhh, keep it quiet, the caning is over."

The werewolf Aldenan stepped onto the execution platform and helped Carol down, who was half unconscious, looked at the wound on the latter's back, and took a breath.

Aldenan looked at a werewolf who was the executioner without a smile, and said coldly, "Brother Kendall, the attack is a bit heavy, right?"

A blast whip was thrown in the air, and the flesh and blood attached to it was shaken clean. The executioner Kendall said blankly: "Business affairs."

Aldenan sipped in secret, helped Carol turn around and left.

With the crowd watching, the blood on the orc ran down the back and flowed to the ground, forming a blood-colored "path".

A few minutes later, Aldenan took Carroll to the door of a pre-prepared hut in the city.

Hearing the movement outside, a dark-skinned tauren opened the door and whispered: "Come in quickly."

Entering the room and placing Carol on the bed with his back facing up, Aldenan looked at the wound on the orc's back and cursed in a low voice: "That bastard, I clearly told him, let him act lightly!"

Carroll, who slowly woke up, heard Aldenan's accusation, and responded softly: "Kendall has been merciful."

"What did you say?"

"The wound looks bad, but it didn't actually hurt the bones." Carol supported the bed with both hands and changed himself into a comfortable position: "As long as I recuperate for a period of time, I can get out of bed and walk around."

The tauren brought a pot of herbs and handed it to Aldenan: "This is a medicinal herb prepared by our shaman, which can relieve the poison on the iron whip."

"Brother Bourville, thank you."

Aldenan took the medicine jar and nodded at the tauren.

Bourville said to Aldenan: "During this time, let Carroll stay here and don't go anywhere. Many people in the Crusade are dissatisfied with him."

Aldenan shrugged helplessly: "I understand."

Bourville glanced at the two of them, turned and walked towards the door, leaving a sentence: "May the Dragon God bless you."

Seeing the figure of the tauren disappear at the door, Aldenan threw the medicine jar to Carroll and said, "Apply it yourself."

"Nonsense! How could I apply medicine to myself?!"

Aldenan looked at Carroll disgustingly, and asked categorically, "Do you want the hair on my paws to fall into your wound?"

Carol was silent for a while, and said helplessly: "Well, you do me a favor, go to the hotel downstairs and find a buddy..."

Aldenan sat on the side of the bed and said jokingly at Carroll: "Don't you think you are living a miserable life?"

"What do you mean?"

"You did all this for a woman, but now she is in the arms of other men."

"I know what you want to say next. If you don't want to be beaten, just swallow those words into my stomach!"

Aldenan looked at Carol, who had difficulty turning over, and continued without fear: "At that trial, as long as you don’t show up, or as long as you put all the blame on that human being, the Holy Religion The army rally will take him to prison. Within a month, he may disappear completely into the world like the hapless bard."

Carol turned his head hard and glared at Aldenan: "I told you, shut up!"

Aldenan said to himself: "When that human is in prison, Barbara, as a woman, without the blessings of the Elf race, will be squeezed out by the Crusades. Who can she rely on at that time? What? As long as you show up at the right time, comfort her, encourage her, it won’t take long..."

Boom!

Carol was extremely angry and slammed the herb pot against the wall, and the green concoction splashed all over the room.

Aldenan looked at the potion dripping slowly on the wall, and said softly, "It's a pity."

Carol said in a cold voice, word by word: "I owe Miss Barbara a favor, nothing more."

Aldenan smiled and said, "Even if you owe her ten human favors, everything you have done has already paid off those debts."

Carol gritted his teeth and shouted, "You don't understand!"

Aldenan stared at Carroll's face. After a while, he sighed suddenly, and then asked, "Is it worth it?"

Carol turned his face and closed his eyes: "The matter between Miss Barbara and I~lightnovelpub.net~ is not the business of the market, nor the profit of the mercenaries. There is no market, no gain or loss. There is no price tag, don't use your sad set of ideas to dictate!"

Aldenan raised his head and looked at the roof, and said with emotion: "Iwillbefaithfulinlove...I used to think that the Cavaliers Manifesto was just a cutscene of allegiance, but, Carol Antarevik, you let me see it. It’s a living knight love. I really don’t know now, should I say that you are noble, or should I say that you are stupid?"

"If you don't know what to say, why don't you shut up and let me rest for a while?" Carroll whispered, "Stop giving pointers to my life!"

Aldenan scratched his head, stood up with a gloomy look, and said to Carol on the bed: "I think it won't be any use to persuade you, I'm going to have a drink... and, I wish you good luck!"

Aldenan slapped Carol's wound, which evoked a scream from the latter.

Before the latter began to yell at him, the werewolf fled the room long ago.