Hamlet’s Central Square was filled with onlookers. William stepped forward to announce the cause of the matter and the progress of the related cases. He clearly explained the cris committed, the reasons for their punishnt, and the thods of punishnt. This was to ensure the public, who were unclear about the incident, gained an accurate understanding and wouldn’t be misled by rumors.
It wasn’t just William who spoke; the victims also recounted the unfair treatnt they had endured.
One person recounted how their points had been bought by others.
Another told of being used by their leaders for personal errands.
Family mbers of the deceased wept, recounting how their loved ones were killed for resisting oppression, their deaths then dismissed as accidents...
Nothing could resonate more than this. As soon as the situation was explained, the crowd’s anger flared imdiately. The pent-up negative emotions imdiately shifted towards the criminals. William’s public reputation swiftly transford, and he beca seen as upright and just, his image instantly solidified.
"Bring in the prisoners!" William commanded. He was dressed in a full Hamlet sheriff’s uniform, his badge gleaming brightly on his chest.
"I have shed blood for Hamlet! I have made achievents for Hamlet! You can’t treat this way! I want to see the Lord! I want to see the Lord!"
The forr official in charge was brought forward by two sheriffs, struggling and shouting. Following him were several others whose cris were equally severe. Their struggles and pleas for help were useless now; no one paid any mind to their reactions.
As for their families, they were likely still starving, awaiting their own sentences to the labor camps.
William loudly read out the charges against him, but the crowd below roared in fury.
"Kill him!"
"Despicable fellow!"
"You betrayed Hamlet!"
"Carry out the execution!" William bellowed.
The executioner bound the man’s hands and, pulling a rope, hoisted him onto the newly constructed gallows.
One by one, they were brought forth. Only a few who had committed the most heinous cris received this sentence: to endure seven days of torture under the scorching sun.
To most, these individuals were already as good as dead. For any who might survive, falling into Paracelsus’s hands would an their nightmare was only just beginning...
With several individuals now hanging high, William once again emphasized the sheriff’s departnt’s duties. This ti, no one dared question the sheriff’s departnt’s authority.
The crowd in the square didn’t cheer wildly; instead, a collective sigh of relief swept through them. Everyone has a psychological breaking point, and the recent events had caused widespread panic, placing imnse pressure on all. Now, with the public trial concluded, this ordeal was finally over. The dark cloud that had lood over the town for days at last dispersed.
Lance delegated these public matters, gradually sharing his burdens. The daily operations of Hamlet couldn’t consu too much of his energy. However, so tasks he couldn’t entrust to others; he still needed to accumulate prestige.
Lance visited the victims’ hos to offer condolences. Seeing one injured man still comatose, he imdiately took out a prepared potion and administered it.
The man, comatose for many days, awoke within seconds. His mory, however, seed stuck in the ti before his coma, leaving him dazed. The woman, anwhile, pulled her son forward to thank Lance.
"It’s nothing serious. He just needs so rest," Lance replied, putting away the potion vial with a slight smile.
In reality, the vial contained only water; the true healing ca from his "Flesh Reconstruction" ability. But Lance preferred the populace to believe in potions rather than in elusive Supernatural Power.
The man soon regained full awareness. Upon seeing the Lord, an unprecedented sense of security filled him. Lance didn’t rush off; he wasn’t there rely for appearances. He chatted casually with the family, using their experiences to gather feedback on Hamlet’s operations.
So things aren’t apparent when viewed from a position of leadership. Without engaging with ordinary people and understanding their lives, all data becos aningless. For instance, after his expeditions, his attention had been largely consud by the Sect of Ascension and the Witches from the wilderness. This demanding schedule had caused him to overlook problems accumulating from the town’s unchecked growth.
The core issue was that the public’s mindset hadn’t kept pace with developnt. To address this, rely using harsh asures against cri wasn’t enough; education was also vital to liberate them from feudalistic thinking. Only absolute rationality could combat this mad world. Still, it’s a long road ahead...
After the trial, policy reform beca Lance’s primary focus. He delved into the grassroots, spending most of his ti conversing with the townspeople, not only to collect information but also to reassure them.
Governing, he mused, was like cooking: too much heat would burn the dish, and relentless harshness would lead to collapse. A balance was crucial. If William played the "bad cop," then he, Lance, had to be the "good cop." He t not only with the townspeople but also with the condemned criminals before they were dispatched to the labor camps, making a specific visit. These n, arrogant before William, were as ek as lambs in Lance’s presence, daring no deception.
As Lance listened to them describe their descent into corruption, a look of disappointnt crossed his face. He shook his head slowly and said, "I trusted you implicitly, entrusting my most precious people to your care. Is this how you repay my trust? I am profoundly disappointed..."
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