Day after day of reviewing official documents and dealing with political affairs made Dennis feel tired and at a loss. Is this the life you like? Is this the status you have always been pursuing? Become a queen, live in the deep palace for a long time, and then deal with boring official documents day after day.

But I can't give up. Thinking about how many people in this country are still starving, how many people are struggling on the poverty line, those innocent children, the elderly and women who are dying, when I think about it, Dennis can't stop the work at hand. She knew what path she had chosen. My father had repeatedly dissuaded him, but he was young at the time and insisted on taking over the position. Now, the path I have chosen is no matter how difficult it is.

Looking at the mountain of documents, Dennis sighed. The ministers of the close minister's office will help deal with it, and they only need to do spot checks. But even then, it's a tiring job. He was so busy that he didn't seem to have paid attention to his husband Pavel's movements for a long time. He seems to have lived a younger and more chic life. Virgil sent news that the Tsar was either out hunting or in the palace to find young maidens to be merry every day. Relationship ...... In retrospect, it was a joke.

Dennis only felt that everything now seemed like a dream. The prince's kindness to himself is now gone. Outside, they are husband and wife, and in front of the ministers, he is still the tsar, and he is still the queen, but in private he has his own life. This is probably the path that every noble girl must follow, right?, Dennis laughed at himself.

Suddenly, outside the office door, there was the sound of hurried footsteps. It was the footsteps of Vladimir, the sheriff of the capital.

"Your Royal Highness, something big has happened. ”

The old general's voice was low and powerful, and a hint of melancholy hung on his face.

Dennis instinctively felt that something was wrong, she put on a goose feather cloak, stepped forward gently, and made a gesture to Vladimir, who came to report the situation, to sit down-

"Sit down and say. ”

The latter took the light wine handed by the servant and drank it down. Only then did he slowly say-

"Mikhail is dead. ”

"Mikhail?"

Dennis was clearly not familiar with the name.

"A traditional aristocrat, who has inherited the family business for six generations. Hall tanneries, distilleries, and the Ilton Tobacco Factory, these are all family businesses. ”

"I have an impression when you say that. At Villanell's wedding, the expensive vodka came from the family's distillery. ”

Dennis said thoughtfully.

"Yes. ”

"He's dead?"

Dennis asked, frowning.

"Yes, moreover, not an ordinary natural death, but an assassination death. ”

"Who has the ability to assassinate a nobleman?"

Dennis asked.

"The leader of the gang, a veteran assassin from the Empire. ”

Vladimir's words left Dennis confused. What kind of hatred made an Assassin from the Empire travel all the way to Kislev to kill someone?

"Is it clear why, and why is this high-ranking assassin hinting at Mikhail?"

Dennis asked.

"The investigation is clear, and he confesses very straightforwardly. Eliminate harm for the people......" Vladimir frowned.

"Eliminate harm for the people?"

Dennis's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, Mikhail raped a civilian a few months ago, he tried to settle the matter with money, but it seems that the husband of the civilian did not agree. What happened later can be imagined, no matter how much this poor civilian reported and litigated, he could not shake Mikhail's position in the slightest. So, the desperate husband found a gang to ask for help. For revenge, he is willing to do anything. And so came the after......"

Vladimir said with a sad face. Obviously, this kind of thing is very unreasonable, but it is often done in Kislev. The disparity in status and class is a legacy of history, and even Dennis, the strong-fisted queen, cannot change it overnight.

"He's locked up in a dungeon?"

Dennis asked.

"Yes. The deepest dungeon, the Queen. ”

Vladimir reports.

"Take me to meet him. ”

It has been too long since he has been in the market, so Dennis is a little unfamiliar with the current civilian situation in Kislev. It just took advantage of this case to learn about civilian life.

......

The path to the dungeon is deep and winding, and the further down you go, the dreary and humid the air becomes. The straw laid on the floor was filled with the smell of urine. The foul air suffocates everyone, and it is impossible to imagine what it was like for prisoners to be held here, some for the rest of their lives. Life is only skin.

"Your Highness, you don't need to come down in person, if there's anything you need to interrogate, we'll just take him to your office. ”

The warden groveled. But Dennis ignored him, knowing that she had to know everything about the kingdom, inside and out, from life in the city to the filthy underground prison. If possible, the slums themselves must also visit in person. Plagues and riots often come from these seemingly inconspicuous places.

"You just have to lead the way. ”

Dennis said coldly.

She cast a small spell, and her wand shone with a dazzling white light. Illuminate the pitch-black underground prison. The iron prisons on both sides of the corridor are full of deformed freaks. Maybe they weren't before, but when they came here, they had already been tortured to the point that they didn't look like people. Some were curled up in the straw pile like zombies, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, staring in horror at the group of humans from the ground. As if they were no longer the same species.

Finally, through the long corridor, the warden opened the door of the Imperial Assassins. A lean man was sitting cross-legged in the corner, looking indifferent. Even if he was reduced to a prisoner, he still held his head high, arrogant, and even a little frivolous. There was even more disdain and contempt in his eyes.

"Don't you salute when you see Her Royal Highness?!"

The warden's loud shout made the prisoners in the dungeon tremble, but the lean man in front of him was unmoved. He looked coldly at the fat warden, just snorted, and turned his head away. Ignore these high-ranking Kislev officials.

"Name?"

Dennis asked calmly.

"Fran Kieves. ”

The warden hurriedly reported.

"Position, age?"

"President of the Predator Brotherhood, thirty-eight years old. Her Royal Highness the Queen. ”

The warden 1510 reported seriously.

"I'm curious that a well-known gang leader in Kislev would personally assassinate a nobleman for the sake of a commoner?"

Dennis walked along the wall and slowly walked to the prisoner Fran.

Vladimir hurriedly made a blocking move, fearing that the queen was in danger of getting too close to the prisoner. After all, the other party is a high-level assassin, even if he is unarmed, he may not be safe. But Dennis doesn't seem to be worried at all. She really didn't need to worry, the magical energy was already unconsciously enveloping her, forming a shield that ordinary people could not see.

"Tell me the whole thing, Mr. Fran. I want to know. ”

Dennis whispered.

"They've already told you. ”

"No, they're talking about embellished. What I want to hear is your personal experience. ”

Dennis's calm-as-watery words echoed through the dark room.