Seeing the look on the other party's face, she became even more certain that this fellow had come from the north.
With the signing of the Nangexia West Continent Agreement, the balance of power across western Nangexia had been established. It was therefore impossible that he had come here over a land dispute. His purpose was obvious: he was either looking for someone or searching for something.
Orga's eyes flickered. She waved over a Six-Mark Knight and quietly instructed, "Send someone to keep an eye on that man and see where he goes."
The Six-Mark Knight turned his head to look, then lowered it and said, "My lady, should I send someone to capture him for questioning?"
He had thought it was a show of loyalty, but all he got in return was Orga's glare.
"If you have the strength, I won't stop you."
At Orga's reminder, the Six-Mark Knight immediately understood and lowered his head in apology. "My lady, I spoke out of turn."
"Enough. Don't make decisions on your own, or you'll easily lose your life."
"Yes, my lady."
The Six-Mark Knight replied respectfully, then retreated below the steps, intending to send someone to follow the man after the execution was over.
As thirty-three heads were pierced with iron spikes and displayed on the western side of the square, the execution officially came to an end.
Several soldiers carried iron buckets and poured red fire oil over the wood, then drew their swords and severed the limbs of the three men.
Blood flowed freely, yet the three showed no change in expression. They raised their heads and calmly faced death.
When a nation fell, there would always be those willing to die with it.
Torches were thrown at the crosses, and flames surged upward, engulfing the three men's