Reviewing official documents and dealing with political affairs day after day made Dennis feel tired and confused. Is this the life he likes? Is this the status he has always pursued? Become a queen, live in the palace for a long time, and then deal with it day after day.
Writing boring official documents.
But he couldn't give up. Think about how many people in this country are still suffering from cold and hunger, how many people are struggling on the poverty line, those innocent children, dying old people and women. Whenever he thinks of these, Dennis
She couldn't put down the work at hand. She knew what kind of path she had chosen. Her father had repeatedly dissuaded her, but she was young at the time and had to take over the position. Now, no matter how difficult the path she chooses, she must continue.
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Looking at the pile of official documents, Dennis sighed. The ministers in the ministerial office would help with it, and he only needed to do spot checks. But even so, it was a tiring job. He was so busy that it seemed like a long time
They had never paid attention to the news of their husband Pavel. He seemed to be living younger and more handsomely. Virgil sent someone to send news that the Tsar either went out hunting every day or found young girls in the palace to have fun. The relationship between husband and wife
...Looking back, it was already a joke.
Dennis only felt that everything now seemed like a dream. The prince's once kindness to him was now gone. Outside, they were husband and wife, but in front of the ministers, he was still the tsar, and she was still the queen.
, but they have their own lives in private. This may be the only way for every aristocratic girl, right? Dennis laughed at himself.
Suddenly, there was the sound of rapid footsteps outside the office door. It was the footsteps of Vladimir, the capital's police chief.
"Your Highness the Queen, something big has happened."
The old general's voice was deep and powerful, and a trace of melancholy hung on his face.
Denise instinctively felt that something was wrong. She put on her goose feather cloak, walked forward gently, and made a sit down gesture to Vladimir who came to report the situation——
"Sit down and talk."
The latter took the light wine handed by the servant and drank it in one gulp. Then he slowly said——
"Mikhail is dead."
"Mikhail?"
Dennis was obviously not familiar with this name.
"A traditional aristocrat who has inherited the family business for six generations. Hall Tannery, Distillery, and Ilton Tobacco Factory, these are all industries of this family."
"I'm impressed by what you said. At Villanelle's wedding, the expensive vodka came from this family's distillery."
Dennis said thoughtfully.
"Yes."
"he died?"
Dennis frowned and asked.
"Yes, and it was not a natural death, but an assassination."
"Who has the ability to assassinate a noble?"
Dennis asked.
"The leader of the gang, a senior assassin from the empire."
Vladimir's words confused Dennis. What kind of hatred made an assassin from the empire travel all the way to Kislev to kill people? No matter how hard you think about it, you can't connect the two.
"Has the investigation revealed the reason? Why did this senior assassin hint at Mikhail?"
Dennis asked.
"The investigation is clear, and he confessed it very straightforwardly. To eliminate harm for the people..." Vladimir frowned.
"People from harm?"
Dennis narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, Mikhail raped a civilian a few months ago. He tried to settle the matter with money, but it seemed that the civilian's husband did not agree. You can imagine what happened next. This poor civilian
No matter how many reports and lawsuits were made, Mikhail's status could not be shaken at all. Therefore, the desperate husband found the gang and asked for help. In order to get revenge, he was willing to do anything. This is what happened next..."
Vladimir said with a sad face. Obviously, this kind of thing is very unreasonable, but it happens often in Kislev. The disparity in status and class is a legacy of history, and even the iron-fisted Queen Denis cannot change it overnight.
it.
"He's locked up in a dungeon?"
Dennis asked.
"Yes. The deepest dungeon, Queen."
Vladimir reports.
"Take me to meet him."
Having not gone deep into the market for so long, Dennis is a little unfamiliar with the current situation of civilians in Kislev. It is just a good opportunity to use this case to understand the life of civilians.
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The road to the dungeon is deep and winding. As you go lower, the air becomes duller and humid. The straw spread on the floor is filled with the smell of urine. The filthy air makes everyone suffocate. It is impossible to imagine what the prisoners feel when they are imprisoned here. Some of them
The prisoners may even have to be locked up here for the rest of their lives. Only their skins are left alive.
"Her Royal Highness, there is no need for you to come down in person. If there is anything you need to interrogate, we can just bring him to your office."
The warden groveled. But Denise ignored him. She knew that she must understand everything about this kingdom, inside and out, from street life to the dirty underground prison. If possible, the slums themselves must go there 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 the wand trembled and burst into dazzling white light, illuminating the dark underground prison. The iron cells on both sides of the corridor were filled with deformed freaks. Maybe they were not before,
But when they came here, they had been tortured beyond human form. Some were curled up in the straw like zombies, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, staring at this group of humans from the ground in horror. It was as if they were no longer the same species.
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Finally, after passing through the long corridor, the warden opened the cell door where the imperial assassins were imprisoned. A lean man was sitting cross-legged in the corner with an indifferent expression. Even though he was a prisoner, he still held his head high and looked proud.
, even a little frivolous. His eyes showed disdain and contempt.
"Why don't you be polite when you see Her Royal Highness the Queen?!"
The warden's loud roar made the prisoners in the dungeon tremble, but the lean man in front of him was not moved at all. He looked at the fat warden coldly and just snorted,
Then he turned his head and ignored these senior Kislev officials.
"name?"
Dennis asked calmly.
"Frank Keeves."
The warden reported quickly.
"Position, age?"
"President of the Iron Blood Brotherhood, thirty-eight years old. Her Royal Highness the Queen."
The warden reported seriously.
"I'm very curious. A well-known gang leader in Kislev would actually assassinate a nobleman for the sake of a civilian?"
Dennis walked slowly along the wall to the prisoner Fran.
Vladimir quickly made a blocking movement, worried that the queen would be in danger if she was too close to the prisoner. After all, the opponent was a high-level assassin, and even if he was unarmed, he might not be safe. But Dennis didn't seem worried at all. She really didn't need to worry.
, the magical energy has unconsciously wrapped her up, forming a shield that ordinary people cannot see.
"Tell me the whole thing, Mr. Fran. I want to know."
Dennis said softly.
"They already told you."
"No, what they said was embellished. What I want to hear is your personal experience."