Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

Yin glanced at the watch in his hand, then sighed.

"There is still time, we must leave the city now."

Belegia supported me who almost fell and leaned on the seat. Her dissatisfaction did not dissipate, but she still asked Yin as restrained as possible: "What happened?"

Yin slowly raised her head, her eyes rolled around and kept looking at Belegia and me, and then replied: "We have obtained the pass, but now we have to leave the city before the other party finds out. We don't have much time."

"Then there's no need to be so anxious."

I said this sentence. I sat up straight and felt that everything just happened too fast. I thought that something happened to them in such a hurry, but now it seems that this is not the case. Maybe they are just like Belegia, a little too worrying.

But my words obviously caused Belegia's dissatisfaction. I'm afraid I felt sorry for my laid-back temperament, but since I've already boarded the car, I didn't make any more complaints.But I feel that since I have already boarded the car and everyone is here, why should I be so anxious?

Although I thought so in my heart, I also chose to remain silent. The atmosphere inside the car was even more depressing than outside, and this kind of depressive feeling was not what I usually feel. A vagueness and confusion, like people not knowing what they are bothered about.

"Is something wrong?" I asked cautiously.

"Why, you all got the pass documents, haven't you?" Beligeia is the one with the black face. If we want to describe it according to the current social situation in the human world, these three people are all children of the family, and I She is the gentle mother, and Belegia is the strict father.

"Well, we..."

"La Servillier."

Just as Yin was about to answer, Belegia deliberately and ruthlessly interrupted Yin's words, making the already depressing atmosphere even more awkward.

"I'm asking you something."

Yin looked at me, and after the eyes met, he grinned his lips, showing a slight smile, and then looked out of the window, Enwei's misty sand-like light reflected his rational face.

"Yes, master... Well, yes, nothing happened, at least it didn't cause any disturbance when we slipped out."

"That's good, why are you so sad?"

"This..." La Servillier glanced at Finicely who was sitting there without saying a word. "I'm not too sure either."

"What does that mean?"

Under Bellegia's repeated questioning, La Servillier also became more nervous, unspeakably restless, probably thinking at this moment that he was helplessly searching for anything that could help him get out of this situation.

"Okay." I took Belegia's hand. "Since there is nothing wrong, don't bother with the details. If you have anything to say, wait until you get out of the city."

Seeing that I tried to block it, even if Belegia had noticed something, she still chose not to pursue it for the time being. After all, it was not a matter of principle. She looked at La Servier a little harshly, making the general humble He didn't even dare to lift his head.

But I feel that this seems to have something to do with Finicely, generally speaking, she is a little too cold to me.Consciousness seems to be sucked away by something more distant.

Chapter 134. The Accent of Tenderness (Lipatia)

We came to the checkpoint at the gate of the city, and the succubus security team outside was waiting for us in full force. This posture inevitably made the already depressing atmosphere a little more gunpowder.I could even sense that Belegia was ready to practice brutality if the polite one didn't work.

I thought that in this situation, the succubi would be arrogant and contemptuous of the tasks they were responsible for. They were just abusing their pathetic powers to seek insignificant pleasure for themselves, and this should also be a common problem of all demons. They no longer worry about other things besides the narrow interests they can see and touch.

However, the succubus checkpoints guarding here are obviously not the demons in my stereotype.

This morning we have already seen the security team that was organized privately and ran amok. According to Yin, they seem to be a sign of some local demons to carry out this task.

But the troops guarding the gate of the city are all succubus, and they are all male.Each of them has the looks that a succubus should have. Except for me, I don't think there are any women in hell who can resist their charm, and when I think about it, I feel like I'm still living in hell really It's so sad.

But the important thing is, this is the same as Finicely, although they all have the appearance of a succubus, but they are all so indifferent that people can't feel any desire in that aspect, and this appearance can stir up the most primitive in people's hearts Impulsive, but once it can no longer do this kind of thing, it means that the negative emotions it can provoke are also quite huge.

I guessed that we were one of the few people going out of the city, and when we approached the gate of the city, those guys cheered up, as if Belegia was not the only one here who was going to talk in some rough way.

When the carriage approached, I peeked out from the gap between the window and the curtains. It was by no means an ordinary security team. They were not wearing cloth uniforms, but crimson armor with the words The succubus' mark, but that's not the Rust's mark.

The huge iron fence stood in front of us, and the guards quickly surrounded us. It seemed that it was impossible to retreat at this time.

"Remember, it's fine for me to say it. You all try not to talk." Yin frowned and told us in a low voice.

When the carriage stopped, Yin seemed to be a different person. He sat up straight and gently put the fingertips of his right hand on his throat, and the expression on his face became much more relaxed from the depression just now.

Could this be the so-called "deceive yourself before deceiving others?" If so, Yin might be as cunning as Belegia said.

But I don’t want to think this way, maybe because as an angel, I have my own pursuit of beautiful things. I have never denied that the holiness of the soul is a component of beauty, but this does not mean that the beauty of matter can be ignored.

The guard stood in front of the car and knocked on the window. Yin didn't open the window, but pushed open the car door, tidied her collar leisurely and walked out of the car.

And the next second, the car window on my side was also knocked, and the guard motioned for me to open the car door. I nervously looked at Belegia next to me. Her expression was not as nervous as mine, but It's not easy, I even think she might just be thinking "why am I being insulted by these guys" or something arrogant.

After I opened the door, the succubus guard glanced into the carriage, and I stared at his expression. Although I shouldn't say such things at this time, it is somewhat enjoyable to look at such a handsome face. If it were a different situation, the ones who came to check were those inhuman monsters and demons, and the situation might be tens of millions of times worse than it is now.

"Are you going out of town?"

A questioning voice came from the other side of the carriage, and then Yin's answering voice came over.

"Yes."

"Where are you going out of town?"

"Well, I'm afraid we can't say that."

His voice sounded confident, without the slightest sense of panic.

The guard didn't continue to ask this topic, but went straight to the point and said: "If you go out of the city, do you have the pass document, and I think you should understand what I mean."

It refers to the document issued by the succubus, not the document issued by the real consul, isn't that what they mean.

"of course."

Sitting on my side, I couldn't see the situation on the other side, and the guard on the side of the carriage was still checking the situation inside the carriage, as if he was planning to find something so that he could go back and ask for credit, but there was no desire to ask for credit in his eyes except for the sharp murderous look.

But I found that his eyes never made contact with us. Although he did look at us at the beginning, he quickly moved his eyes away from us.

Are you shy?After all, the people sitting in the car are all young women, and it is... very abnormal to feel shy. If these succubi are shy, then succubus may be synonymous with purity.

It is not difficult to guess that the reason why the soldiers are unwilling to look at us more is probably because there are three "succubi" sitting in the car.

Both Finicely and Belegia are people with succubus blood, and one of them is a guy with Asmodeus blood, but I... Although I hate this point, and I have emphasized it countless times, I am sure that this guy treats me as a succubus. This is not the first time, and it will not be the last time.

It may be because of this purely judging people by their appearance that the guards are also afraid that we really have some status and offend us.

"Why did you choose to leave the city today?"

It seems that we have already checked the passage documents, but the guards did not let us pass just like that.

"The master is having a banquet today, why did he choose to leave the city today?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you that either."

"You'd better tell me something, otherwise it will be difficult for me to let you pass in this situation."

"Why? Don't we already have a pass document?" Yin asked in an elegant manner.

"I can't tell you the specific reason, and you just need to answer my question now."

"Yeah, it looks like we're frozen."

How is this going?Obviously there is already a pass document, but we are not allowed to pass...

A mouthful of saliva slowly slid down my throat, but it felt stuck in my throat again. I didn't even dare to take a breath. Every second was a torment. It seemed that the possibility of countless events spewed and exploded at every moment.

"Hey."

Belegia pushed my body with her hands.

I didn't answer with my voice, but turned to look at her.

"It's a carriage," she murmured softly.

I still didn't speak, but raised my eyebrows.

"The carriage doesn't belong to the succubus."

She didn't open her mouth, but whispered something in my ear with that vague voice.

I see, is this the reason? Thanks to Belegia for noticing.

This seemingly insignificant point turned everything around.

A few noble-looking succubi crowded into a carriage that didn't belong to any succubus family really looked suspicious.

And before we came to Enwei, we didn't expect this, and naturally it was impossible to do anything on the carriage.

"We need to check your luggage."

"You are not qualified to do this."

When the guard raised this point, Yin strongly refused.

"I'm afraid you have no choice. If you want to leave the city, you must be inspected."

We are not afraid of inspection, because we know that the road may not be peaceful, and our task is not to transport anything, so naturally the luggage has nothing special.

The only special thing is that these guards may be curious, why the seemingly noble young lady's luggage is as tattered as a beggar.

While we were thinking about what would happen next, the guards had already begun to check our carriages and luggage without authorization.

"Perhaps we should report this situation to the master before letting you pass."

"Are you kidding? Do you take these things as a joke? In this case, we can get the pass document. If you want to disturb the adult's banquet in a ignorant way, please go ahead. I won't stop you from ruining your official career, but I'm afraid you won't be able to pay for the time you waste."

Yin's words also made the guard hesitate, or the guard had planned to deceive Yin from the very beginning.

"I don't know how long it will take to continue like this. Judging by Lasevier's expression, the situation seems to be not very good." Belegia was still leaning against me and muttering in a low voice.

"Then what to do."

"I have no choice but to gamble."

I wanted to ask what was going on, but Belegia jumped up from her seat and jumped out of the carriage.

"What the hell is going on with all this, why have we waited for a long time at this pointless checkpoint."

Belegia's arrogant voice immediately distorted the stiff atmosphere outside.

"who are you?"

"Presumptuous, is this the tone you use to talk to me. (Aliquidox, kcur unon zloqui ide me)"

I didn't understand what Belegia was saying, but it seemed to be the succubus language, but it seemed to be somewhat different from the succubus language I understood.

And when Belegia finished speaking, there was no sound from outside. If there was something to say, it would probably be silence.

"I ask you, what right do you have to speak to me like this, slave. (Quidpog huxde te a meaet, luquam pfacit dignus, quod locutus est ad ame, ervus)"

"I'm very sorry, what is your name? (Paenitebat uio, hqut ego quaeritur te?)"

"You have no right to ask me about my identity, you don't even have the right to talk to me, even if I kill you, I won't be able to compensate you for wasting my time, if you want to ask your master, I am your master, Now I command you, kneel down, and open the city gates, or I will kill you at once. a te, iam non sum tuus praecipio tibi genua et portas aut statim.)”

I couldn't understand their conversation, but judging from the guard's cowering attitude, Belegia was probably showing off Lucifer's usual arrogance and the demon king's arrogance again, and obviously, it was very effective, and her accent that sounded very "succubus" even made my body feel an impulse that shouldn't be there, and the lubricated tone sounded so tender.

After a while, they talked again, and then the guards withdrew, and Belegia and Yin also returned to the carriage.

"How, did you fall in love with me?"

Belegia, who sat back next to me, first said this kind of Goroi-style teasing.

"What's going on, what language did you speak just now?"

"Do you even need to ask? It's Succubus."

"Although I'm not very good at Succubus, I can understand a little bit, but I didn't understand a single word of what you said."

"Normal, that's the native dialect."

"Isn't your native dialect the language of fallen angels?"

"I mean... well, half of the native dialect." Belegia didn't show that kind of complacent expression, but showed a very feminine side, and smiled gently. "It's an upper-class language in the east of Rust. In other words, only a few succubi nobles can speak like this. When I was in Praed before, my mother also taught me and Agadina this kind of language." Aristocratic accent'."

Belegia leaned towards my ear, covered her mouth with her hands and whispered in my ear: "Girls love this accent to death. Goloy used to rely on this aristocratic language...to get a lot of benefits."

"But how could the guard understand?"

"This is their duty. Have you seen the armor they are wearing? They are all private guards belonging to the nobles."

"Wait, you said private guards?" I grabbed the word and pressed.

"Yeah, they're not the vigilante."

Although Belegia said this lightly, she and I both understood what it meant. As the door slowly opened, although the atmosphere in the carriage improved somewhat, it was still very depressing. Especially when we look back at the soldiers kneeling on the ground...

Chapter 135. The Queen Who Doesn't Buy It (Lipatia)