King of Hollywood

Chapter 374: 98: There's Always Something Funnier

Chapter 374: Chapter 98: There’s Always Something Funnier

On the expansive silver screen, the film had reached its final moment, as well as the ultimate climax. With the crowd jeering, William Wallace was bound to a wooden frame and transported out from the city gates, where ordinary spectators hurled various objects at him. Nevertheless, Wallace did not show the slightest sign of weakness; he tightly shut his mouth and retained a resolute expression on his face.

This journey seemed both impossibly long and incredibly brief. The camera alternated between the Lord of Scotland, Bruce, Princess Isabelle, Wallace’s two hidden companions among the crowd, and the dying King Edward Longshanks, before finally refocusing on William Wallace, who was now on the execution platform.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” the executioner, clad in red, asked as he pulled back the cloth on the table, revealing the sinister torture instruments, “Speak. The subjects of His Majesty the King implore you to show mercy.”

However, Wallace said nothing, standing silent as a rock, a rock that, despite being repeatedly thrashed by the waves, maintained its sharp edges. The executioner was somewhat disappointed but didn’t mind too much. In his view, once his instruments were employed, the other party would have to plead for mercy, even if he were truly made of stone.

Finally, the execution began. First, Wallace was hoisted up until he was nearly asphyxiated, then let down, and afterward, he was stretched out on a table as if to be quartered. The people below cheered fervently; this was one of the few entertainments in their lives. Even so, when the executioner approached the barely breathing Wallace, urging him to plead for the King’s mercy—that a single utterance would end his suffering quickly—Wallace remained silent still.

Thus, an even more brutal execution commenced. The executioner employed each instrument on him, and while the gruesome and bloody images couldn’t be fully displayed on the screen, the sheer agony could be imagined from Wallace’s widened eyes and trembling body. Women in the audience even let out involuntary cries of distress.

Yet Wallace remained silent, no matter how terrible the pain, not even emitting a cry of hurt from the beginning to the end. This silent strength gradually calmed the crowd; they couldn’t understand why the man above, who was denounced by the King as a bandit and a traitor, could endure to such an extent.

“Cry out! Ask for mercy!” a woman finally shouted. Quickly, more people called out as well, no longer bearing to watch; they hoped to grant this incredibly stirring man a swift end rather than prolonged torment.

“Cry out, ask for mercy,” whispered Wallace’s two friends, hidden in the crowd. They wouldn’t blame him, and they believed that others wouldn’t either once they learned of this.

The camera panned over the uncomfortable Bruce, the tearful and mournful Princess, and King Edward Longshanks, who seemed to wear a faint smile despite his impending death.

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