The Sun Never Sets In Spain - Chapter 216

Of the three cardinals in Spain, only Antonio survived. The Bishop of Seville and the Bishop of Barcelona were both imprisoned and are currently waiting to die. It is said that the mental condition in prison is extremely bad.

After losing the backbone, and learning the statements of Rome and Spain successively, even when they learned that Claret was about to be executed, the entire group of priests remained silent, and no one even dared to protest in front of the government building.

On the day of the execution on July 28, the entire Plaza Mayor was surrounded by water, and people from half the city came to watch the fun.

The dead Catholic priests are not new, let’s not talk about slashing each other with the ***, Shinra and the British side are also killing each other when they are engaged in the religious reform, and they will not even fight with Rome in advance like Alfonso. Communication did not mean to turn around at all, just to provoke the king and slaughtered directly in office.

Having said that, it is true that large-scale priest killings have not occurred for hundreds of years, and no one who is still alive has seen this scene.

Just for the sake of freshness, some Russians even took a boat from the Black Sea and rushed to Spain to watch.

Prince Edward of the United Kingdom and Nas four of Valencia did not miss the excitement. They are now staying with Alfonso in a room on the fifth floor of a building around the square.

The view here is wide, just enough to see the frenzied crowd below.

“Tsk, I always thought the Spaniards were very religious, I didn’t expect that the priest would be so happy.” Edward tsk tsk amazed.

Alfonso was not surprised and said calmly, “It’s the same everywhere. Beheading is a popular entertainment activity for the people, no matter who it is. It’s better for a big man.”

“That’s true, nobles also like to watch it. As far as I know, many people came to London, but it’s just that it’s disgraceful to go out, so everyone is secretive.” Edward laughed.

“Then they will certainly not be disappointed. This execution will last for a month.” Alfonso said softly.

Edward glanced at Alfonso unexpectedly, and heard his implication, “This execution”, does it mean that there is still an end?

When the two were talking, Nai Si kept silent. In the past, he had been chatting non-stop for a long time, but the following scene touched his sad past and made him reflect on everything in the past.

“My father also firmly controlled France. If he did not choose moderate changes, would he have the same opportunity to kill all the opposition?”

Alfonso could see that Na Si had something on his mind, but he didn’t know what he was thinking specifically.

If he knew, he would definitely find a way to enlighten the other party. The national conditions of France and Spain are completely different, and Nasan did not control absolute force, but only controlled less absolute political power.

The attic fell into silence for a while, but the sound below did not stop for a moment.

At this time, in a bungalow in Plaza Mayor, Clarett was being held with 40 or so criminals, his face was ashes and his shape was ashes.

During these days, he has not been abused, but he has suffered unparalleled mental torture.

While in custody, he contacted everyone he could, and the prison didn’t stop him, but he either didn’t reply or was in the next room.

As for Queen Isabella, who had high hopes for him, she also came to see him, sighed and left.

He just collapsed! If he really did something, that’s all. The problem is that he didn’t do anything, and there is nowhere to tell his grievances.

Some inmates persuaded him that this was the king’s reckoning after the autumn, for what he had done in the past, but Clarett refused to believe it and always firmly believed that the king was deceived by the villain and mistakenly included him in the opposition group. .

“There is no reply to the letter written to His Majesty Alfonso, maybe it was intercepted halfway, or I haven’t seen too many things recently.” Clarett slumped weakly on the chair, thinking silently.

“His Majesty may appear during the execution, but it’s fine if he doesn’t appear. Once he appears, I must seize the opportunity, and I can’t just die with grievances.”

At this time, in Clarett’s heart, he was really a loyal minister of the Bourbon royal family, and he was waiting for the time to clear the injustice.

For this reason, he also contacted someone outside the prison. Once the king appeared, he would shout together to attract the other party’s attention.

In this anxious waiting, time passed minute by minute, and noon soon passed.

A man in blue walked in and frowned when he saw Clarett’s softness like mud.

After all, there are many foreign friends coming, and they have to be in the newspaper, so they put on light makeup and hairdo for Clarett in advance.

Even if the prison uniforms cannot be changed, it shows Spain’s respect for the former clergy.

The other party’s frustrated appearance is not very photogenic.

But at this time, he can’t control that much. The man in blue glanced at his watch and said lightly, “Clarett, it’s your turn.”

Clarett let out a miserable laugh, and let the person beside him help him up.

Whether it can be done or not, we will see the results in a while.

No one knew in advance whether the king would come or not, and logically it was not used, but this matter has spread widely, so it is not necessarily.

When Claret was taken out, he finally saw where he was, the Plaza Mayor where he used to come.

As one of the three major squares in Madrid, the Inquisition burned countless heresies here hundreds of years ago. I didn’t expect to behead a Catholic here today.

In fact… if possible, Clarett would have preferred to be burned to death, which could be regarded as imitating the sages.

But the burning of the stake in Europe has a special religious status. In order to show that the matter has nothing to do with belief, the king insisted on using the beheading, which could not be reversed by his little prisoner.

In the attic, when the **** team appeared, Edward turned to look at Alfonso: “Aren’t you going to the scene?”

Alfonso shook his head: “It’s just execution of a prisoner. It’s too hard to take them seriously by appearing in person.”

Edward asked a question casually and stopped talking, silently watching Clarett walk towards the execution platform with heavy steps.

In fact, in the government’s plan, Clarett had to perform a performance before he died, repenting to God, repenting to the country, and counting down his sins, in order to redeem his soul.

But looking at Clarett’s unbearable performance, everyone doubted whether he could complete it successfully.

Sure enough, time passed minute by minute, and the royal family never showed any signs of appearing, and Clarett collapsed on the spot.

He laughed at first, then began to tear his hair and clothes, and even planned to leave the execution platform and jump to the crowd.

There were more than 40 people lining up behind him. In order not to disrupt the plan, the organizers had to give up the idea of ​​letting Clarett perform and forcibly put him on the guillotine.

This advanced tool, which only appeared during the French Revolution, is worthy of its prestige. With the “execution” of the host, the blade fell and Clarett died on the spot.

The splashed head never closed his eyes, but in any case, the once powerful priest came to an end.