Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1145 - 1139: The Third Prisoner

"Hang him up."

Faced with such fierce words, the cultist magician's reaction was equally straightforward.

Moyeta skipped the interrogation and sentencing process, and gestured to his subordinate guarding the prisoner with a single wave of his hand.

Soon, the cultist magicians below began dragging the prisoner towards the gallows.

At this moment, the prisoner being dragged on the ground suddenly realized what was happening and started to struggle fiercely.

However, in the next second, the malicious expression on his face suddenly changed.

He found that he couldn't escape from the shackles, not even with his spell... No, not to mention the spell; he couldn't even normally activate the magic power fluctuation.

The man dragging him, and the shackles on his hands, were interfering with his ability to cast spells.

This pirate who had learned spells finally sensed that something was amiss.

He initially planned to use the magical powers he had learned to stage a remarkable escape in front of everyone.

However, reality was cruel and unforgiving.

In the tumultuous world changes, pirates were only well-informed within certain areas. He was lucky enough to learn spells but unlucky enough not to know the current situation on Anluo Island.

"How can such an island town..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the pirate realized he was lifted up, and staring at him was the noose—unmistakable in this profession.

"?"

Crack—

Bang!

"Ugh ugh! Ugh ugh ugh—"

The pirate, hung by his neck and suspended in mid-air, began to struggle.

But it was already too late.

Once the sturdy rope tightened around his neck, the cultist magician didn't even give him time for final words—because the trapdoor on the gallows had somehow broken.

Thus, as soon as the cultist magician let go, the pirate was strangled. Except for his two strong legs which still kicked, there was no space left for any movement!

"..."

And so, the pirate's breath weakened while hanging in the air, and soon, even his legs stopped struggling.

After watching this scene.

Ronald instinctively thought it was time to address the third prisoner next.

But... perhaps due to different customs in different places, on Anluo Island, the end of one execution did not conclude everything.

Instead, Moyeta beside Ronald waved his massive arm and shouted to the crowd below:

"Alright, let the auction begin!"

"The rope that killed this man, whoever wins the auction can claim it from the municipal center after the body dries in three months!"

"..."

"10 Luni!" "11 Luni!" "14 Luni!"

"I bid 20 Luni!"

Soon, the citizens below began bidding.

In this simple auction setting, there was no base price or minimum increment requirement; people simply called out their bids as they saw fit.

This was, after all, hosted by the mayor himself, so nobody dared to play tricks.

And the only one whose expression seemed out of place was Ronald.

Conducting a live auction for the deceased's belongings at a penalty site—last time he saw or heard of something similar, it resembled the practice of trading blood-infused bread.

"They're buying medicine."

At this moment, Gwendolin, standing beside Ronald, spoke.

Tapping into her read-my-mind ability, or whatever it might be, the young girl promptly explained after Ronald's expression changed:

"Here, people believe that the possessions of the dead can cure diseases. The more evil or virtuous the person was, the better the effect. Villains like this ferocious pirate are regarded as the best quality. To avoid disputes resulting in poor outcomes, they auction directly at the execution site."

Right then, after finishing the auction, Moyeta turned his head and began to praise:

"The young lady is truly knowledgeable."

"..."

Yet Gwendolin completely ignored the cultist magician's remark.

Or rather, judging by her expression, she simply overlooked Moyeta's existence.

Unperturbed by such cold treatment, the mayor of Anluo Island showed no sign of embarrassment.

Completely unfazed, he turned his head and shouted to the distance:

"Alright, let's move on to the third prisoner. Bring him up here!"

"..."

The third of the total five criminals was brought to the front.

Upon seeing the man's figure, Ronald raised his eyebrows.

It seems tonight's main course arrived.

No need to elaborate—because the prisoner kneeling below was also a cultist magician!

Although the prison uniform wasn't a caster's attire.

Just sensing the sinister magic power emanating from him, Ronald was one hundred percent certain of the man's identity.

"Moyeta, what do you mean by this?"

Simultaneously, the cultist magician below spoke.

"I am the planning superintendent of Anluo Island, what are you planning to do by bringing me to the execution ground?"

Heard the question from the cultist magician below.

Moyeta showed a maniacal expression and walked to the edge of the gallows, looking down at him with a lofty attitude:

"Ronnia, do you think the things you've done would go unnoticed by me, the mayor?"

"Using your role as planning superintendent to embezzle funds, secretly luring residents, forcibly seizing souls for rituals—these are all strictly prohibited in Anluo Island, and you did them all!"

"You're... you're talking nonsense!" The cultist magician immediately widened his eyes, looking utterly innocent. "You're slandering me... Do you have evidence!"

"I am a disciple of Lord Bapulor! In New Yearle City, I helped fend off enemy spells, and I even contributed to the conquest of Luni Kingdom!"

"Moyeta, let me go! I want to see Lord Bapulor!"

"You won't frame me this way!"

"..."

"Hahaha—"

At this moment, a burst of joyful laughter echoed at the front of the gallows.

However, the owner of this laughter wasn't Moyeta, who witnessed the prisoner struggling vigorously, but Gwendolin beside Ronald.

Watching the struggle and terror of the cultist magician below, Gwendolin enjoyed an exquisite sensation of worldly wonders, unable or unwilling to control her wild laughter.

Ronald could somewhat grasp this mysterious change.

But the cultist magician upfront remained completely baffled.

After a wary glance at Gwendolin, Moyeta self-devised an explanation in his mind, and then shifted back to the cultist magician below.

"Fool! Look closely!"

"The person beside me is a close friend of Mr. Bapulor—Mr. Ronald!"

"With him here, don't you understand what this means?"

The cultist magician below ceased struggling instantly.

He recognized Ronald, and as he looked at him, despair filled his eyes—it became clear to the cultist magician that he had no chance of escaping alive.

Meanwhile, Moyeta victoriously declared:

"So, now prepare to pay for your actions!"