Chapter 12
As soon as Comoros opened the door, he saw the girl's corpse. Her skin was deathly pale without any trace of blood. Her weak body laid on the ground, so fragile that it made one feel pity for her, but it also had a strange sense of beauty to it.
Quite a few villagers followed Comoros over. When they saw the young girl's corpse, they all exclaimed in surprise. This young girl was the village chief's granddaughter and was extremely beautiful. Who knew how many youths dreamed of her, but now she had died just like that.
Comoros's dream lover was also her, but now that he saw her corpse, he didn't feel any regret or sorrow, only a deep fear. That was his most unbearable memory, and his cowardice and inferiority were once again displayed in front of him.
Sure enough, the girl's corpse began to speak in a strange tone. She had spoken again, but the one who spoke wasn't her.
"Hahaha! Comoros, you have truly disappointed me. Even now, there are still people who want to defy my will! "
"Negri, please forgive our ignorance and foolishness, we would never dare to defy your will!" Comoros hurriedly knelt down. Under his lead, the other villagers also knelt down in fear.
"You don't dare, but someone does. He is preparing to contact the heretical church and the Church of Divine Grace to defy me. Foolish people, if you do not desire my glory, then I can only grant you the plague"
"Negri, please forgive us! Who dared to do such a damned thing, please tell us who this sinner is!" someone shouted in a frenzy: "He is the sinner of this village, we will not forgive him!"
After the village head's negligence, the messenger of Negri was bitten to death, and now that the corpse had spoken, the villagers had completely believed in Negri's existence. How could they not be afraid of the coming plague? An atmosphere of panic began to spread among the villagers.
"If that's the case, if you can offer him to me, I will give you another chance" Wang Yuan slowly spoke through the girl's mouth: "The sinner is the man named Jacques Darkme"
"Offer him up and let my messenger take him away, perhaps I will consider forgiving you this one time"
"Then make your choice, the plague or the sacrifice, this is the last chance I'm giving you" after saying that, the girl went silent. Wang Yuan looked at the villagers' reactions.
"Do we have a choice?" Comoros stood up and loudly declared: "For his own benefit, Jacob betrayed the faith of our Cauchy people, not only is he a sinner of our village, he is also a sinner of the entire Cauchy people"
"We have no other choice but to protect the village!"
"This kid is also growing." Wang Yuan looked at Comoros's performance.
Under his guidance, Jacques was completely abandoned by the village. A large group of people rushed towards Jacques' house. This time, the crowd was agitated, and the few wise people had no other choice. Under the threat of the plague, most people had already gone crazy.
"I'll wait for two days before leaving to seek help from the Church of Divine Grace" Jacques took his wife's hand and said: "Before that, I want to bring you to a safe place, it's too dangerous to stay in this village"
"Jacques …" when Isabella wanted to say something, she heard a commotion outside, quite a few of them were shouting for Jacques to be handed over in exchange for peace in the village.
"How is that possible?" Jacques' expression became serious, he hurriedly picked up the knight's sword hanging on the wall and faced the group of people who broke into his house. Comoros. All of this happened after he returned.
"Jacques, your desire to seek help from the Church of Heresy has angered the great Negri. For the sake of the village being spared from the plague, for the sake of the safety of the entire village, please put down your weapons and give up resistance!" Comoros tried to make himself sound as serious as possible, but the corner of his lips couldn't help but curl up a bit.
Comoros, he was already enjoying the feeling of being dominated by Wang Yuan, because before this, he was only a normal young man who had just joined the hunting party. But now?
Even the captain of the village guards, the one who was praised by the entire village, the one who had a high chance of becoming the village chief in the future, was completely powerless in front of him.
Jacques gripped his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Was Negri really that powerful? He had only decided to do this for a short period of time, but he was already caught.
He looked at the villagers who had gathered around him. In the past, these people's eyes were filled with admiration and admiration, but now, their eyes were filled with hatred and fear.
What made Jacques unable to swing his sword even more was the pleading look in some of their eyes.
Please put down the sword in your hand.
Please give up resistance.
Please become a sacrifice.
Please sacrifice yourself for the sake of the village!
Jacques' hand that was gripping his sword slowly lost its strength. He knew that he couldn't resist anymore. Turning around, he saw Isabella looking at him with tears in her eyes, slightly shaking her head as if she wanted to say something.
He smiled and stopped his wife. Pointing at her belly, his eyes filled with tenderness, he then turned around and said to Comoros, "I can give up resistance and let you do whatever you want to me, but my wife is innocent. All the sins originated from me. Please let her go."
Comoros's expression changed slightly. Looking at Isabella's big belly, he moved his lips and said, "As a sinner, Negri's will is only for you. We have decided to deal with you at the big tree behind the village. Please leave."
"Understood." Jacques turned around and looked at his wife, then followed these people to the big tree behind the village. His hands and feet were tied, and he was kneeling on the ground. Although he was kneeling, his back was straight.
Two crows flew over from afar and pecked at Jacques's body without hesitation. The villagers all knelt down, but Jacques did not look at the crows. Instead, he looked at the blonde woman who was crying and praying.
Jacques shed tears. He wasn't afraid of death, but he hadn't seen the birth of his child. He hadn't accompanied Isabella to death, and he had to go first.
As the blood flowed, Jacques's eyes started to blur. In his eyes, he seemed to see Isabella holding the hand of a blonde little girl. The little girl was just like her mother. Both of them were so beautiful.
Wang Yuan was floating not far away from Jacques. This person was indeed worthy of praise. If he was given a chance, perhaps he could become a famous hero. However, there were no ifs in life.
"You dare to stand up in the face of difficulties. You are brave. You are not afraid in the face of death. You are fearless." Wang Yuan watched as Jacques slowly bled to death. "I will witness your death."
A large cloud of white gas and cool air surged towards Wang Yuan.
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