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Chapter 190: Unyielding

Mo Luo endured the sharp pain in his wrist, and was still sneering, "I am Mo Luo Ales, the heir of Ales, the heir of the Demon Party, the Prince of Tsmisi, and the daughter of Lord Eliad, the leader of the Demon Party, if I remember correctly, the Carirot family where Lord Quentin is located is just a subsidiary of Ales, and a slave of Ales who has only been driven by the Ales family all his life, it seems that you have been sitting in the position of Minister of Justice for too long and forgotten it, right?" ”

Quentin was obviously angry, picked up the whip hanging next to him and whipped it a few times.

The whip was drawn, but she didn't blink.

"Even if Lord Eliad has the intention to favor his daughter, he can't do it now, and if a public announcement is issued, no matter who you are, you can't rely on it." Quentin jerked a few times, landing on Moro's thin body, and he only felt pleasure.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, she could be tortured, but Eliad couldn't be insulted by a villain like Quentin. She lifted her chin, and although it was very difficult to raise her head in such a position, she couldn't throw Alex's backbone away at this time. "Lord Eliade has always ruled the Demon Party for a thousand years, and he has never had any selfish intentions, if you think that the Lord is biased because of my identity, then you are wrong. I hope there can be a public trial, and I can be judged in front of the entire demon party! If this is what you want, bring me the trial book, and I will prove my innocence to the world. ”

She knew what Quentin and Bowen wanted, and Eliad would probably make it a big deal out of a small matter, but she wouldn't allow a stain on Eliad and Ales. She didn't know what else to do for Ales, so she was ready to die from the start.

With the interrogation warrant, Quentin quickly ended the interrogation and put her in a cell, shackled on her hands and feet, though not silver but still a few points. It's not that Quentin is merciful, but he is still afraid of his identity, even if he is insulted, he only symbolically whips a few times with a leather whip and asks a few words, and there are no too obvious scars on his body, but the strangulation of his wrist is more serious and the inside of the sharp handcuffs is strangled into blue and purple, and the serious force point has broken the skin, revealing the fresh meat inside, and there is no sign of improvement for a while.

She curled up in the corner, hugging her knees and burying her head weakly in her knees, which made her feel very safe in a familiar way, and she was not even a stranger to this dark, damp and cramped cell, and she could almost be regarded as a regular visitor. What she feared most when she was a child was not Eliade's whip, but the fear that Eliad would throw her into a bloody prison, and the fear of not knowing how long she would be locked up was more frightening than pain.

She stared at the murky droplets of water dripping from the ceiling, one drop after another building up puddles on the ground.

She thought that Roland should have returned to Enko, even if Bowen's plot had something to do with him, she didn't care about it.

"Larry......" he whispered to Lorenzo, as if that way she wasn't so scared. She had already accepted it calmly, but when she thought of him, she felt a grievance for no reason.

I don't know where he is, I don't know if he thinks of himself, he is probably preparing for his canonization or his blood ceremony, she knows that the blood ceremony will be very dangerous, and she can't stop worrying even in this situation, but then she feels ironic, she will always only have to worry, and she can't help him at all. And after waiting for these things, there is no longer any possibility for him to forget about himself.