Thirsty!

So thirsty!

It's like he was in a huge furnace, losing moisture from all over his body.

Searing, toasting, and dry.

Where was this place?

Carl's mind was in chaos and he had a splitting headache.

The chaotic and complex information almost burst his brain.

It seems like a minute had passed, it seems like countless years had passed.

There was finally some relief.

Carl opened his eyes. Memories flooded his mind, but there was confusion in his eyes.

He had crossed over, in a body with the same name, Carl Sauron.

He was the eldest prince of Yorick Kingdom!

But he was on trial!

The trial of the Church of Light.

Yorick Kingdom was defeated twice by the Caesar Empire during the Eastern Expedition. After twenty years of attrition and blockade, Yorick Kingdom, which had been dominated by wizards, accepted the settlement from the Church of Light.

Since then, wizards had withdrawn from the historical stage of Yorick Kingdom.

It was also equivalent to that, in a sense, Yorick Kingdom had accepted the nominal rule of the Caesar Empire and has become its vassal state.

The Church of Light represents the ruling will of Caesar.

As the prince of Yorick Kingdom, Carl Sauron, was facing trial at the stake.

The reason was that he was implicated with a wizard.

Actually, a witch!

This was a world with wizards and the Church of Light.

Anyone who didn't believe in the God of Light was a heretic.

And witches are heretics among wizards.

Heretics among heretics!

Carl Sauron's identity makes the Church of Light want to make this matter even more into an iron case.

If the prince was a heretic, even if he was heir to the kingdom, he must be judged.

This was the will of the Church of Light, and a declaration of sovereignty of the Caesar Empire.

This was the best event for the Church of Light to swear its authority after it entered Yorick Kingdom.

Today was the time to judge him.

Carl's eyes blurred, and he felt himself tied to a crucifix.

Countless dry firewood was piled around him.

Next to the firewood, four iron pots filled with kerosene are burning brightly.

The scorching heat forms a heat wave in the air, hitting Carl time and time again.

In front of the stake, countless people in Yorick City were watching from a distance.

Silence among silence.

The people of Yorick were once proud.

However, now their pride had been trampled in the dust, and they had to watch their prince be judged and killed.

Everyone was silent, solemn, and grief-stricken.

They seem to realize the fate of Yorick Kingdom in the future.

If the stake was lit, Yorick Kingdom will no longer have resistance.

"I… I can't die!"

Carl's breath quickened.

He didn't want to die.

The vague will was barely clear.

He concentrated the focus of his pupils, and his eyes gradually become brighter.

What he saw was the dazzling hot sun,

and heat waves formed in burning flames.

The sweat on his body was scorched.

Here, it was simply a perfect burning ground.

It was more of an execution day than a trial.

In the Church of Light, no one cared what the charge was.

No one cares what the process is.

In their minds, the criminal has already been convicted.

The only thing they cared about was Carl's identity.

Even the innocent shall also be sentenced for the glory of the Church.

Yesterday afternoon, people from the Church of Light rushed into the palace and took Carl away.

Since then, he was tied to this cross of judgment.

Hunger and lack of water had been destroying Carl's will.

He needed water,

and food!

Even just a little bit.

Carl looks around with pleading eyes at the illuminati guards ten meters away.

However, no one notices him.

Carl is desperate.

Why would he pass through to such a person?

Did he just wake up and face death again?

In his last life, he was an engineer, and the struggle in his life never stopped.

He died suddenly at his post.

Before he could feel the joy of being reborn as a prince, he was on the verge of death.

Was it because he died so suddenly in the last life that there was no chance of experiencing the feeling of death, so he is getting a full experience now?

Carl can't help laughing at himself.

He didn't even have the strength to scold God.

With some memory fragments in his mind, he simply didn't have enough energy to analyze anything else.

Now, it was a dead end.

No matter how unwilling he was, with his hands bound, he couldn't do anything.

All that awaited was death.

...

Carl closed his eyes.

He stopped struggling and fell silent.

Not knowing how long had passed, the heat grew more fierce.

The ground seems to crack.

Carl, in a trance, was waiting for his own death.

When suddenly, a drop of something cool falls on his face, with a sliding feeling.

Carl, who was on the verge of desperation, seems to be greatly stimulated.

He suddenly opens his eyes.

Water!

The instinct of the body has overcome all reason, and he hungrily licks the pitiful water drop on his face.

Finally, he could feel a touch of moistness in his mouth, which made it less difficult for him to open his sticky mouth.

"Your Highness, please keep your dignity."

"As long as you tell the truth, the water is all yours!"

A strange and somewhat familiar face appeared in front of Carl!

He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing the most orthodox attire of the Church of Light.

He was the presiding judge in charge of the trial.

He was carrying a small water bag with a hole in it.

However, what made Carl's pupils shrink was,

the emblem of the royal family printed on the water bag.

This was…

Drops of water fall on Carl's face.

He didn't have time to think about it, and he ignored the presiding judge's temptation, constantly absorbing the water droplets on his face, even if it was a trace, he was reluctant to discard it.

He even stretched his neck, trying to bite the water bag, trying to tear out all the water inside.

Everything was about survival.

He just wanted to live.

Not to mention clean water, even the stinky water from the stinky ditch, he would drink that, too.

"Rebel, it doesn't matter whether you admit it or not!"

"The key is that in your room, we found the witch you took in."

"Look, how pitiful she is. She's not even sixteen years old. It's a pity that she smells dirty and mean."

"A witch, what a ridiculous and pathetic creature, just like you."

The presiding judge looked at Carl indifferently, like looking at an ant that is about to be trampled to death.

In the direction of his finger, to the right of Carl's stake,

a thin, dirty-looking girl was escorted to the ground, kneeling,

trembling all over, head bowed.