Chapter 531: The Dye Vat and the Great Scholar

With the farmer continuously narrating on the execution platform, the tens of thousands of people in the square clenched their fists in anger, their teeth gritting audibly.

Especially when he mentioned that after his sister's death, the shameless Tax Farmer even forced him to pay the fine for that year, with interest, amounting to 80 Levas, the crowd could no longer contain themselves and erupted in a tsunami-like roar, "Execute this Devil!"

"Kill him, I don't want to wait a moment longer!"

"Send him to hell!"

However, the nobles who came to watch were not very excited. The pitiful life of a countryman could at most make them shrug in regret, but it was hard to evoke any empathy.

Even some of the villainous individuals, who had themselves committed the act of seizing poor girls, were whispering and emitting sleazy laughter.