"I..." Winters slowly began, "I would like to nominate Andreya Chelini as a civil-military tribune simultaneously!"
"Civil-military tribune!" people in the square cheered.
"I would like to nominate Richard Mason as a civil-military tribune simultaneously!"
"Civil-military tribune!!"
"I would like to nominate Bard of Gerard as a civil-military tribune simultaneously!"
"Civil-military tribune!!!" The atmosphere reached its peak.
"Bring up the third batch of prisoners!" Winters ordered with a wave of his hand.
The smile froze on old Priskin's face.
Seventeen noblemen of Revodan were tremulously brought up to the execution platform, where the blood had not yet dried, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as they stepped on it.
The short journey felt like walking towards an abyss.
"Kneel," Winters commanded coldly.
In the blink of an eye, all seventeen knelt down, those standing in blood knelt directly in it.