Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

Minerva was very anxious about the Queen's behavior of leaving her in suspense halfway through her speech, but there was nothing she could do.

Catalina was silent for a long time and refused to say what solution Irons had given. Moreover, Catalina's resolute expression...Minerva felt that she might not be able to ask the answer.

She wanted to ask Catalina about it, but when she thought of the unclear contradiction between Catalina and Irons, Minerva had to suppress her curiosity.

If I'm not mistaken... I'm afraid it's the method proposed by Ains that is the source of the conflict between Ains and the Queen?

What kind of method could make the Queen so unacceptable? Even to the point of sending her most trusted and relied-upon minister to exile to the frontier?

Minerva still had some awareness and knew not to ask questions that she shouldn't ask, so no matter how curious she was, she chose to shut up and not ask any more questions.

For a moment, the entire tent fell into a silence that made Minerva feel extremely uncomfortable. She suddenly hoped that someone could break the silence and change the topic to another direction.

And as if the Trinity God sensed Minerva's request, just when she was sweating profusely from the silence, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted!

An officer who looked like a corps commander rushed into the tent, knelt on one knee and reported to the two women.

"Report! Queen! Lord Knight Commander! We have captured a spy from another country who has infiltrated the army!"

"...A spy from another country?"

Hearing the words of the corps commander, Catalina frowned and asked, "Are you sure he is a spy from another country and not some demon in disguise?"

"Your Majesty, we have interrogated him. The spy is indeed not a demon, but a real human."

"……interesting."

This immediately aroused Catalina's curiosity. She put down the candlestick in her hand, walked up to the head of the corps, and ordered, "Come on, take me to see that... foreign spy."

……

In a tent in the military camp where no ordinary soldier is allowed to enter, under the dim pearlescent light, several agents dressed in black and with masks covering their faces are standing around Chris.

At this moment, Chris was tied to a stool, and his camouflage uniform had been stripped off, leaving only gray-brown underwear.

He closed his eyes, looking a little haggard, probably sleeping. However, the spies would not give a spy a chance to have a good sleep.

"Let's do it."

Following the order from the leading agent, all the cold water was poured directly on Chris' face.

“Woo! Ha…ha…”

Chris was suddenly awakened by the water and before he could react, he was interrogated by the agents in an extremely aggressive manner.

"Tell me, what's your name!?"

“Heh…I can’t possibly tell you anything…Aaaaaaaaah!!!”

"I advise you to be honest. We have found the soldier you killed in order to disguise yourself, and we have also found the clothes and luggage you hid.

We actually know who you are, we know what you do, we know everything about you, and I am just giving you a chance to suffer less.

So, answer me, what is your name!?"

"Ha...ha...fuck you! Aaaaaaahhhh!"

"Now? Can you tell me what your name is?"

“…Ha…Fuck you…Fuck you…Wuwuwu…Aaaah…”

After several rounds of electric shock magic, Chris still kept his mouth shut and didn't reveal any secrets, looking quite a tough guy.

Even in his heart, he felt proud of his extremely tough attitude at the moment.

Haha, you guys can interrogate me, you guys can torture me, even if I’m electrocuted to death, tortured to death, or thrown into the wilderness, I won’t tell you guys a single piece of information!

"Humph, you're still pretty stubborn, are you really not afraid of death?"

“Haha… The reason why I’m so tough is not because I’m not afraid of death, but because I have the blood of a great nation flowing in my veins! You bunch of Dolon pigs can’t compare to me! Wuuuuuu…”

Another electric shock magic was cast, and several black-clad agents looked at each other, nodded, and left the tent under Chris's puzzled gaze.

Chris was quite confused when he saw that the spies who had just tortured him just let him go and left.

This kind of interrogation, which started suddenly and ended inexplicably, has been repeated four times, making it difficult for Chris to sleep.

What on earth is this group of Toronton spies up to? Is he really planning to interrogate me?

To this question, several black-clad agents would definitely answer, of course.

However, their interrogation method was quite different from what Chris remembered. Ordinary interrogation methods involved attacking your body.

The interrogation method used by the Toronto spies is that attacking your body is only secondary, the main thing is to attack your spirit!

"Wait half an hour, then do it again to make sure he doesn't get any rest."

"Hmm...how about we take this opportunity to have a meal? The kitchen should have prepared the side dishes. I remember we're having white beans and meat stew today, and each person can have three pieces of meat."

"Wow, it smells so good just thinking about it~"

"Hey, how about this, we eat right in front of that spy later?"

"Hmm... good idea!"

Just as several agents were thinking about what other means they could use to torture the foreign spy's spirit, a white figure walked up to the interrogation tent with solemn steps.

Several agents were stunned for a moment, then they immediately stood in line, saluted Catalina, and shouted, "Loyalty!"

"Hmm..." Catalina nodded silently, and then asked, "How was the interrogation?"

"We are currently destroying the psychological defenses of this Berman spy. It will take a few more days to make him tell the truth completely."

"Hmm... a few days?"

"However, Your Majesty, although this spy is very stubborn now, we have found his luggage hidden not far from the army, and we have also found a lot of useful information from it."

"Oh? Tell me?"

"Yes!"

With the Queen's permission, the spy leader took out his notebook and began to tell the known intelligence: "Based on the luggage left behind by this spy, this person is a spy belonging to the Berman Empire.

His real name has not been found in his luggage, but a code name was found, which is Pangolin.

The reason why this pangolin spy appeared in the Demon Realm was because the purpose of his trip was to go to the Demon King's City to connect with another spy code-named Blood Clan.

We speculate that the reason why it appeared in our army was because it happened to intersect with our army while on a mission, became curious about our army, and chose to investigate closely.

It was a pity that he did not know the organizational rules of our army, and took it for granted that he could fish in troubled waters by putting on our military uniform.

Little did they know that each of our regiments would have different labels on their uniforms. This spy had just sneaked into the ranks, but was caught by other soldiers because the labels didn't match!"

Listening to the reports from the black-clad spies, Catalina nodded with satisfaction: "Well... is there any other useful information?"

"……Have!"

As he spoke, the spy leader pulled out a roll of folded parchment and a letter from his bosom and presented them to Catalina: "Your Majesty, this is what we found from this spy. We think it is of great value!"

"Oh?"

Catalina raised her eyebrows and took the parchment and letter from the spy leader. She didn't open the letter first, but opened the folded parchment first.

The moment it was opened, Catalina's brows relaxed, and her usually dignified expression actually revealed a hint of joy.

"Haha... this is like sending a pillow when you feel sleepy..."

This parchment is exactly what Catalina needs most right now!

A more detailed map of the Demon Realm!

Chapter 166

诛心

"Wow!"

A basin of freezing cold water was poured on Chris' face, forcing him to wake up again from his half-asleep state.

Because of the freezing cold water, Chris couldn't help shivering after waking up. However, for him, the cold was just the most insignificant one among the countless pains.

What made him feel the most painful was the mental stress caused by lack of sleep for four consecutive days.

Chris was really shocked by the interrogation methods of this group of Toronto agents.

This group of Toronto spies were not very skilled in violent interrogation. In fact, in Chris's opinion, it was a bit child's play, with at most punching, kicking and some electric shock magic.

However, this group of Toronto spies really opened his eyes in another aspect, that is, the mental oppression they imposed on the persons being interrogated.

Over the past few days, he had been severely beaten by this group of Toronto spies using various methods that were not very aggressive but extremely torturous.

He originally thought that the seemingly chaotic interrogation by the Toronto agents was a reflection of their low professional ability. However, after a few days of interrogation, Chris gradually realized that he had run into a high-end game...

The barrage of incoherent and random questioning was actually interfering with his ability to judge, coupled with the mental confusion caused by long-term sleep deprivation.

For example, when I was extremely hungry, they would sit next to me and eat the delicious stew; or when I was about to fall asleep, they would pour a basin of cold water on me.

And these torture methods are only some of the most harmless and mildest ones.

The more serious ones were strange punishments that could cause Chris psychological trauma, such as applying a wet towel to his face and then placing a slowly dripping funnel on it.

At first Chris thought it was some kind of kid's trick, and even had a hint of contempt in his heart, but soon he lost his contempt.

Because it is a kind of pain that makes you feel like you are about to suffocate and drown!

And this pain lasted for a full hour. That hour was simply the longest hour he had ever spent in his life!

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It was also after that torture that Chris's pride in being an ace spy was completely shattered, causing him to confess under such torture.

Although he always regretted his decision to confess in the days that followed, he had to admit that... the moment he took the wet towel off his face, he suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful...

However, even though he chose to confess, the Toronto spies still did not stop torturing and interrogating him!

Only then did he realize that this group of Toronto spies didn't care at all about what he said, or whether it was true or false. There was only one thing they wanted to do, which was to torture him completely to the point of mental breakdown!

When he realized this, Chris, who always thought he was indomitable, suddenly felt a great sense of sadness and powerlessness. He felt that his psychological defenses, made of steel, were easily torn apart by these Toronto spies like paper...

During this period, he begged countless times and confessed countless information he knew. The purpose of his begging was so simple. He just hoped that he could have a good sleep...

Being awakened by cold water once again, Chris felt as if his brain and nerves, which had just relaxed, were violently pulled up by a pair of invisible thugs, forcing him to open his eyes from a half-asleep state.

The pain caused by the tearing was like being branded into his brain by a scalding hot iron!

This made him beg with a hint of tears in his voice: "Ha... Brothers... You... I... I can say, I really said everything! Ha... I also said... It's all the truth...

Please don’t torture me anymore… I can confess, I really confess everything… Please let me go, let me sleep, even if it’s just for an hour!”

Faced with Chris's desperate pleas, the agents in charge of the interrogation pretended not to hear them. With an almost inorganic calmness, they asked the question that they would ask at the beginning of almost every interrogation: "Tell me, what's your name?"

"...Ahhh!"

Hearing this question that has been asked countless times, Chris let out a shrill howl as if he had collapsed.

He couldn't see the end of this endless cycle of pain, which was like a crazy spinning drill, grinding his sanity. At this moment, he felt as if he had reached the edge of sanity...

"I beg you! Stop torturing me! You can kill me or chop me up as you please! What's the point of torturing me like this! What's the point! I have confessed everything I can! Please believe me, you really do believe me!!"

Several black-clad agents calmly watched Chris's screams of collapse. The dark lenses on their eyes seemed like a bottomless inorganic abyss, sucking away all of Chris's passion and pain and transforming them into meaningless nothingness.

And in the end, the message conveyed by these empty words was the unchanging question without any emotional fluctuations: "Tell me, what's your name..."

This kind of despairing emptiness and indifference was the reason why Chris had a mental breakdown. He raised his head and howled loudly: "Ah ...

"Wow!"

Just when Chris felt that if he continued like this, he would really be framed as a madman, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a white-haired woman in a gorgeous white dress suddenly appeared in his sight.

After being interrogated by the black-clad agents for an unknown amount of time, the white-haired woman in white clothes was so bright and stunning in Chris's eyes, as if a ray of sunshine suddenly shot into the dark abyss!

Chris knew who the person in front of him was. After all, this makeup was so iconic. When he was doing intelligence work, he had looked at many portraits of this woman.

Queen Catalina of the Duolun Empire!

Even though he knew that the man in front of him was the leader of the enemy country and the boss of this group of spies, he also knew that the order to interrogate him was definitely given by the Queen.

However, in Chris's eyes at this moment, the different color between Katarina and the other spies made Chris instinctively believe that Katarina was the life-saving straw that could free him from this endless interrogation!

"You are Queen Doron... Queen Catalina, right? Queen! Please, save me! I'll tell you everything you want to know! I'll tell you everything you want!

I beg you, I beg you! Even if it means letting me die! Please don't let your men torture me anymore! I just want to have a good sleep!"

Facing Chris's crying, a hint of amusement appeared on Katarina's face.