Cheng Yan feels like someone is calling him.
"Your Highness, wake up......"
He did not have his head, but the sound is still not disappeared, but more and more big. He felt a hand over, gently pulled his sleeve.
"Your Highness, Prince!"
Cheng Yanmeng opened his eyes, the familiar screen disappeared, the desk was gone, the walls covered with paper also disappeared, replaced by a strange scene of low brick buildings, crowded round square, the central square and set up the door type gallows. He sat in the square on the opposite side of the platform, the bottom is not soft rotary chair, but the cold hard iron chair. Sit in a circle of people around, all eyes stared at him, some of them dressed as ghosts of medieval lady looking woman is mask mouth laughing.
What the hell is this? Shouldn"t I be in a hurry to catch up on the drawing? Cheng Yan mind a blank, for three consecutive days to work overtime so that his spirit and body are to the limit, only remember the last really can not hold up, the heart has become suddenly and suddenly slow, want to lie on the desk to rest a moment......
"Sir, please announce the award."
The speaker is pulling his sleeves guy, he is old, about fifty or sixty years old, dressed in a white robe, at first glance like a ring of gandalf.
Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan"s licking his lips, the verdict, what"s the verdict?
But he quickly learned that people in the square looking at the gallows direction, waving fists shouted, occasionally there are one or two stone at the gallows.
Cheng Yan is only seen in the movie so ancient torture -- about four meters high on both sides of the column, column frame with a wood beam, beam intermediate with rusty hoop, fillis yellow through the hoop, one end is fixed on the gallows, the other end is sheathed on the neck.
In this strange dream, he found his eyesight become surprisingly good, usually do not wear glasses to see the words on the screen, but now the gallows fifty meters away on every detail can see the crystal clear.
The prisoner wore caps, hands tied behind his back, like the rough grey unlined dirty rags. The body is thin, the ankle that appears to appear to be able to pinch off with the hand. The chest slightly muster, seems to be women. She is trembling in the wind, but still try to stand straight body.
Well, this guy is made in the end what crime that so many people waiting for her to be hanged filled with righteous indignation?
Thought just want to come to this point, the memory of the process of rock in the brain is suddenly turned on, the answer is almost at the same time in the eyes.
She is a witch.
Fallen by the temptation of the devil, the incarnation of the unclean.
"Your Highness?" Gandalf carefully urged.
He gave each other a look, oh, the original name is not Gan Daofu, Barov is his name, the assistant finance minister, was dispatched to deal with their own affairs.
And oneself, then is the four Prince of the kingdom of the grey castle, Roland, come here to hold a party. Border town residents caught the witch, immediately turned over to police -- no, was seized and turned over to the court. The death warrant issued by the witch general local lords and bishops, since their ruling here, warrant also became a duty.