They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

"Plop..." Rowling's knees went weak and she knelt on the ground powerlessly. She didn't understand why this happened to her.

Obviously, her body has always been healthy, and it is impossible for her to be a born evil. Why? .........

If I continue like this, will I become one of those monsters?

Rowling was at a loss.

Become those demons that are killed by humans...

Chapter 76: 74 ~ Jinman City Dungeon

The city walls, densely covered like golden scales, shine brightly in the sun, like piles of gold, hence the name Jinman City.

This is the capital of the Kano Empire, Jinman City, also known as Nolantil City in ancient times. It is the place where the ancestors of the empire ascended the throne. It is also called the beginning of all things by humans and the origin of human civilization.

Thousands of years of reproduction have made the word Kano a synonym for human beings, and the concept that the Nolantil family is the royal family of mankind has become deeply rooted.

Human history books begin with the Kano Empire. As for the earlier content, everything is blank, so that humans have a very superficial understanding of the gods and do not consider the Nolantil family to be gods.

Jinman City is surrounded by mountains, forming a natural barrier. There is only one road leading to this magnificent city-state. The people of the ancient empire built checkpoints on this road, and emperors of successive dynasties reinforced and renovated them, gradually forming the first major checkpoint on the continent of Arlen today, Wengshen Pass.

This pass has only been conquered twice in the past thousand years, so Jinman City has hardly experienced any wars. The ancient buildings in the city are well preserved. Even today, stone houses from the ancient empire period can still be seen everywhere in the city, which can be said to be a living fossil of civilization.

For thousands of years, war has never hit Jinman City. For the people who are living in danger of their lives in the war, nothing is more important than stability. Therefore, the number of exiled refugees seeking refuge here has never decreased.

However, the population in the city has never increased or decreased significantly. The reason is very simple. These refugees from all directions had to turn back before they could see the Divine King's Gate of Jinman City.

Unless a merchant has obtained clearance permission, no one can open the Wengshen Pass checkpoint and let anyone in without the royal order. Violators will be killed without mercy.

This could cost you your head, and your family might even be implicated. Who would dare to let these refugees in?

What's more, the elite soldiers of the empire guarding Wengshen Pass are all local residents. Having grown up in Jinman City, they have an air of superiority. Will they allow these refugees with no assets, unknown origins and dishonest conduct to enter the pass?

The answer is obvious. It was already very good that they did not order arrows to be shot when they saw the refugees knocking at the door.

In the past hundred years, these elite troops armed with the empire's most advanced weapons have only failed once.

These fearless new recruits thought that the checkpoint they occupied was impregnable, but the surviving veterans still remember that night when the sword light shot into the sky and turned darkness into day.

The behemoth, a thousand-meter-long city gate made of magic-strangling crystal, coated with countless layers of gilded steel and as thick as a mountain was split in half.

The shocking scene from that year is still vivid in my mind. The tall, dark blue-tasseled knight stood in the middle of the dark rebel army, holding the divine sword, like the judgment of God.

The moment the city wall was split open, all the imperial soldiers were stunned. They doubted what they saw before their eyes. Many soldiers even thought they saw the gods appearing and knelt down on the spot.

Being confused on the battlefield was a big taboo, so the rebels naturally captured them all alive.

The remaining imperial soldiers had no power to resist, and even if they did, they had no will to resist, and they were all taken prisoner.

Although Wengshen Pass has been restored to its original state over more than ten years, the psychological trauma of the imperial soldiers has not yet been healed. Many imperial soldiers who experienced the war chose to retire directly after the establishment of the Inquisition.

They believed that the reason why the Knight Commander was able to cut through the impregnable defenses and checkpoints with one sword was because he was favored by the God of War Torrenia, which meant that they stood on the opposite side of the gods at the time, so they all chose to retire after the war.

Unlike the Wengshen Pass which was almost completely destroyed that year, the walls of Jinman City did not suffer much damage and were basically intact after the war.

As the imperial capital of the entire empire, Jinman City has almost never been conquered, not only because it is protected by Wengshen Pass, but also because the meteorite stone used in Jinman City and the inner city is more expensive and stronger than that of Wengshen Pass, and it is the only one in the world.

The reason why no damage was left was not only because of the solid city walls made of Meteorite Stone and Jade Scale Steel, but more importantly because the morale of the defenders in the city collapsed.

After hearing that the entire empire had fallen and only a tiny piece of land was left under their feet, the mentality of these celestial dragons who usually lived a life of luxury and considered themselves superior to others was shattered by the cruel reality. In the end, they could not bear it any longer and opened the city gates from the inside to let the rebels in.

As the saying goes, attacking the city is inferior to conquering the heart. After besieging the city for three months, the people themselves couldn't bear it anymore and opened the city to surrender.

Later, some historians believed that although the defenders at that time had low morale, they would not open the city gate on their own initiative as they thought about the massacre that the bandits would carry out after entering the city. It was an internal noble in the city who opened the gate.

Whatever the truth is, it is no longer possible to verify it.

However, what surprised the nobles and residents was that after entering the city, the rebels did not burn, kill and loot like robbers, but were orderly, did not harm the people at all, and even helped the people repair their leaky houses.

Therefore, this siege had no impact on the people of Jinman City, and no buildings in the city were damaged. Only the nobles and the royal family suffered.

The remaining dead things are often easier to remember than the living things.

Today, after several generations of power change, this original city is still as glorious as before. Merchants who have visited the palace once commented that "the inner city palace is paved with gold". Although there is some exaggeration in this statement, it is not much.

However, this magnificent city-state is not only glamorous and gorgeous.

Under the Jinman City, in the dim dungeon of the imperial capital.

The executioners and interrogators in red were torturing the prisoners to extract confessions.

When it comes to torture, they are professionals among professionals. Due to the special nature of their positions, they were not tried when the tyrant was tried. After all, they could easily say that the tyrant instructed them to do it and they were also victims. What's more, this is their job and there is nothing they can do about it.

This is indeed the case. They are just a knife and it is impossible for them to torture people at will. All those tortured by them are enemies of the emperor or prisoners of war from other countries.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, this group of professionals received great preferential treatment, which was closely related to the new emperor's personality and habits.

At this moment, weak wails were heard from the dark cage. The dark red floor blended with the solidified blood, and the strong smell of blood had turned into an unbearable stench.

The interrogators and executioners wore dark red robes not because of any tradition, but simply because they thought it was difficult to deal with blood stains on their clothes.

Chapter 77: 75 ~ Her Majesty's Strange Habits

The spacious and dim basement was paved with a layer of Prison Heaven Stone. Even a high-level blood awakener would be unable to escape from here.

A group of half-dead people were chained to a row of crosses that smelled of rust.

In this dark prison, they were tortured to the point where their life was worse than death, and they were neither human nor ghost.

Seeing this extremely bloody scene and listening to the weak cries and pleas for mercy of the victims, the executioner changed the torture instruments expressionlessly, turning a deaf ear to them.

Different from the interrogations and forced confessions in the past, today's forced confessions do not need to achieve any results. It is simply for the sake of execution. With the emperor's special permission, they do not need to understand what it means to stop, they can just do it.

This underground stone prison in the imperial capital, like the buildings above ground, has a very long history. People of all races and countries may not have been to the imperial capital, but the "underground hotel" in the imperial capital has definitely accommodated people of all races and countries.

Next to the interrogation room, there is a gorgeously decorated compartment separated from the interrogation room by transparent colored glass.

This gorgeous compartment is stocked with high-end red wine, fine cheese, fresh steak, and comfortable silk sofas. Although there is only a layer of glass between them, it feels like two different worlds.

This compartment did not exist in the former imperial dungeon. After all, the almighty emperor would not come in person to a place like a prison that was full of blood.

But this emperor of the empire was a little different. She seemed to have a special interest in the process of interrogation and execution, and ordered people to build a special observation room in the dungeon for her to watch the execution.

The executioners couldn't tell why the Queen enjoyed watching people being cruelly tortured. Anyway, many of them did this job just to make a living.

Of course, there are also many who, after years of experience, have truly fallen in love with this job. They love the feeling of controlling the life and death of others, and thus torture the prisoners wantonly.

"Your Majesty, the prisoner has fainted for the nineteenth time. Should we wake him up?" Seeing that the person to be executed had fainted again, the interrogator asked the beautiful black-haired girl who was sitting on the soft chair in the compartment, shaking a glass of red wine in her hand.

She was like a poppy blooming in this dark prison, gorgeous and deadly.

Seeing the interest in those beautiful violet gemstone eyes, the interrogator felt that he had asked a very stupid question.

"Wasn't that cry just now quite energetic? I think he can still use it a little more, go on~" Beatrice took a sip of red wine and looked at the unconscious prisoner with interest, feeling unsatisfied.

"As you command." The interrogator nodded and turned to look at the young man chained to the cross with an expressionless face.

To be honest, even he, a professional torturer, felt that it was a bit cruel.

This kid is also unlucky. When he first entered the prison, he was still very arrogant, shouting that he was the only son of some king, the future heir to the throne, and a noble royal family protected by the gods. He cannot be in the same interrogation room with these lowly soldiers, let alone accept interrogation. He must stop according to the traditional etiquette of the aristocracy, and release the person decently after being defeated.

When he saw Queen Beatrice coming to the dungeon in person, he naively thought that the Queen had come to see him specially, and he immediately became proud and spoke rudely, saying that Beatrice was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and even threatened that when he became king in the future, he would go to the imperial capital to marry the Queen.

When these words were spoken, the prisoners of war were not frightened. Instead, the executioners who were in charge of the interrogation were the first to be frightened. They looked at the stupid prince who was talking nonsense with a look of deep pity.

Beatrice certainly would not be angry at the nonsense of a rebellious prince of a small country. Not only was she not angry, she even smiled and joked, saying jokingly:

"I have heard that Your Highness is very brave and wise. If Your Highness can pass the test I will give you next and prove your courage to me, that would be great~"

"Ha, come on!" The fool prince, who was bewitched by Beatrice's bright and charming smile, agreed without thinking, and even thought that this was a blessing in disguise and he would soon win the favor of the queen.

It was not until the executioners and executioners silently took out the bloody and horrifying tools that the prince realized something was wrong.

He thought that he was favored by the Empress of the Empire, and the so-called test was just a formality. Maybe the entire rebellion launched against their country was just because the Empress favored him and wanted to get him.

Less than a minute into the execution, the prince realized the gap between his imagination and reality. He couldn't stand it anymore and apologized to Beatrice repeatedly.

How could this prince, who was used to a life of luxury, stand this? He would say that he was being abused if you asked him to eat a meal of common people's black bread, so how could he stand being tortured by this group of professionals?

Without the Queen's order, the executioners would certainly ignore him and continue torturing him.

Suddenly the entire dungeon was filled with the prince's screams.

Beatrice didn't find it annoying, instead the corners of her mouth became more upbeat.

It can make such a noise not long after starting, so I'm sure it will be very interesting next.

She sat on a soft satin chair with her legs crossed, leisurely playing with her hair, enjoying the scene. Her crossed black silk legs revealed a seductive complexion, and formed a beautiful landscape with her lotus-edge purple silk dress, but no one dared to appreciate it.

The prisoners were shaking with fear, and the executioners knew very well what a cruel and vicious heart this young and beautiful queen had hidden under her glamorous appearance, so they did not dare to act rashly.

Even these professional executioners felt that the queen was too cruel.

In less than half a day, the prince fainted eighteen times, and this time was the nineteenth time.

There is an unwritten rule in their world of executioners: the louder you scream, the thinner your health bar will be. This idiot prince is a typical example. The more arrogant he was when he came in, and the louder he screamed during the execution, the faster he fell to the ground.

One can’t help but sigh that it’s good to be young. You can fall asleep without lying down.

A bucket of ice-cold chili water was poured on the prince's head. The chili water was cold, but it felt hot on the prince's body. He was so hot that if he hadn't been tied up with iron chains, he would have performed a yangge dance on the spot.

At this moment, he was already dying, and the words he uttered changed from cursing in the early stage, to begging for mercy in the middle stage, to not even being able to utter a word of begging for mercy in the later stage.

But he had no strength left, but the executioners still had strength. When he fainted, the executioners had already eaten dinner and returned to their work posts conscientiously, taking out small knives dipped in kerosene, ready to try.

For Beatrice, satisfying her own eccentric hobbies was just a side job. What she hated most in her life was betrayal and deception. She wanted everyone in the world to remember that no one who betrayed her, disobeyed her, or offended her would have a good ending.

Chapter 78: 76~You are the first one to escape my judgment

"Your Majesty, according to the report of the Imperial Capital Inquisitor, the prisoners of war from the Kingdom of Fernan have been processed and released according to your orders."

"Okay, got it." Inside the bedroom, Beatrice was working overtime at her desk facing the head maid who came to report. The end of her long black hair was tied with a purple hairband. She nodded slightly to indicate that she understood.

As for the message to be brought to King Fernan, there was no need for anyone else to convey it. The prisoners who had been given some "stuff" by her would be brought to the king. By then, even if the prisoners did not speak, the king would be able to understand it at a glance.

"Yes." The head maid with a ponytail lifted her skirt, saluted, and quietly left. She knew that her master didn't like to be disturbed by anyone when she was handling government affairs.

The head maid had standard and elegant etiquette, and was obviously a noble lady who had received formal education. Maids working in the palace, let alone the head maid, even ordinary maids had a noble background. At least they were the daughter of an earl. It was impossible for them to be sent to the palace if they did not meet the standards of aristocratic etiquette.

In her own bedroom, Beatrice was dressed quite casually, wearing only a cool off-shoulder purple silk nightgown of the same color as her hair. Her curvy slender legs were exposed, her snow-white ankles were covered with a pair of white ruffled socks, and under her feet were a pair of cute pink cat slippers, one of the slippers was slightly lifted up as she tiptoed.

Beatrice usually didn't like to leave documents in her bedroom to review, but if there were too many documents piled up that day, she would still take the remaining documents back to her bedroom to review them overtime.

When it comes to being the queen, Beatrice is very competent.

Late at night, after organizing the summarized documents and placing them neatly on the table, Beatrice stretched her soft body like a cat and got up from the bench.

This is Beatrice's day. Apart from the occasional "entertainment activities", most of the time it is just complicated and boring official duties.

After she had some free time, she breathed a sigh of relief, kicked off the cat slippers on her feet, and lay down on the soft princess bed with curtains. Only when she was alone in her room could she let go of her queen's airs.

No matter whether it was the generals leading the troops, the ministers in the court, or the guards and servants around her, when facing these subordinates, no matter how close the relationship was or how trustworthy they were, Beatrice had to maintain the perfect demeanor of an empress of the empire.

She knew very well that without authority and a sense of distance, even the most loyal subordinates would eventually look down on her and disobey her orders.

After all, there is no other fool in the world who is always consistent with her and will never deceive her.

My eyes couldn't help but glance at the fairy tale book on the bedside.

Now she is the queen of the entire empire. She has a way to get even the stars in the sky and the moon under the heavens. She has everything, including this little fairy tale book.

If she wanted, her capable maids could collect all the fairy tale books in the country and bring them to the palace within a day.

She used to be extremely eager for power. In her eyes, only real power in her hands could give her enough sense of security.

Only after she completely seized the throne of Queen did she suddenly understand some truths. For example, although power is important, it is not omnipotent, and there are some things that cannot be replaced by any power.

He rolled a few times on the bed like a wheel, stood up, and reached out to take the fairy tale book that was quietly placed on the bedside table.

This book was a birthday gift he gave her on her eighth birthday, and it also came with a reading service.