Chapter 32 The Queen is going to use force

The light at the seaside was dim in the early morning.

At the end of the field of vision, the sun is slowly rising over the edge of the sea.

The light that was spreading out shone on my body through the glass windows of the wooden house, giving me a strange feeling of being both dim and clear.

It makes people unconsciously look forward to a new day.

Kneeling at the head of the bed, facing the window, Andy's posture at this moment was like a primary school student leaning against the windowsill on the desk.

He raised his left hand slightly, and a light yellow insect with many legs was lying on the back of his hand.

Because it was bathed in the dim light from the window, every detail on the insect appeared very clear in sight.

Along with the bursts of knocking sounds, dozens of pairs of slender long legs, which looked so densely packed that it made one's scalp explode, were rising and falling irregularly.

It seems as if the insect's "mood" is fluctuating.

The knocking sound came from Andy's right hand. The tip of his index finger kept moving on the windowsill, making a series of crisp sounds, as if sending a Morse code of some frequency.

This is indeed a kind of code, but it is not used to communicate with people and is not perfect.

Andy needs to keep improving.

The improved experimental subject is naturally the round-horned sandworm on the back of the hand.

But just like being a teacher, this matter cannot be achieved overnight.

So after about an hour of "morning exercise", Andy lowered his raised left hand and let the bugs on the back of his hand crawl onto the wall by themselves.

What’s interesting is that when it was first caught yesterday, the insect was curled up in fear.

At this moment, it ignored Andy's existence and wandered around the walls of the wooden house very rudely.

After a while, it ran to a relatively dark corner under the hard bed and lay there motionless.

"If everything goes well, it won't take more than a week before we can start making money."

After silently estimating the progress, Andy withdrew his gaze from the insects, jumped out of bed, and walked into the next hall in his slippers.

The limited hall was not empty. At this moment, a middle-aged woman in a headscarf was cleaning with a mop.

She was visibly surprised when she saw Andy.

"It's not even daybreak yet, why are you up so early?"

Apparently, the woman didn't hear the noise in the next bedroom.

"I can't sleep."

Andy answered simply and didn't want to explain anything to the "nanny" who usually brought him meals.

"I have a little pet, Vima. Don't kill it if you see it."

"Pet? What kind of pet?"

"A bug."

"The bug... okay, where is it?"

The middle-aged woman named Weima didn't have any special reaction to this because there were so many "weird people" on the island.

Not to mention raising insects, she has even encountered many people raising lions.

So when Andy pulled her into the bedroom and leaned over to point at the centipede-like, multi-legged worm under the bed, the woman inevitably let out a sudden scream of fear.

After a long period of comforting this local woman who was not afraid of even lions, Andy finally calmed down. Then, under her very strange gaze, he ate a not hearty but nutritious breakfast.

Then I went back to the bedroom to catch up on some sleep.

Of course, it’s not really sleeping, but preparing to “fall asleep”.

"The person who told me yesterday should have reported my situation to the higher-ups. I think I can meet the real boss today."

With this idea in mind, Andy "put on a vest" and after a moment of confusion, he appeared in the field where he was when he "went offline" last night.

The time and reality here are not synchronized. The starry sky above is deep, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled on the surrounding green land, appearing hazy and dark.

Standing on the top of a hill and looking around, the mountains, castles and military camps that were visible yesterday have now all disappeared without a trace.

There was only the endless plain at night.

Apparently, after the mystery of the Battle of Baloric was solved, the owner of this place no longer believed that this simulation was necessary.

But before Andy could figure out where to go next, he suddenly found that he couldn't move!

"Locked down?" Andy wasn't surprised.

Put yourself in his shoes, what if he found out that an outsider had broken into such an important private space as the Palace of Myths?

So the first thing he had to do was, of course, to restrict this outsider, so that he wouldn't wander around and cause any trouble...

However, what happened next made him realize that the situation was not limited to this.

"Has anyone told you about this?"

A person dressed as a maid appeared silently beside Andy, with an indifferent expression and a voice without any emotion.

"You look like this, has it already been a capital crime?"

The maid was certainly not the owner of this place, but was sent by the owner to keep an eye on her.

After all, no one knows when Andy will "come online", and he is a very busy man and has no time to focus his attention here all the time.

Although the person concerned was not there, her will was being carried out by the maid——

He has royal blood and looks exactly like the Queen's deceased ex-husband.

Under normal circumstances, Andy would be treated with courtesy.

With his scientific research spirit, he solved a long-standing food problem for the Queen and provided the necessary soil for the subsequent "food reform" of the imperial prison system.

Very good, he is still a talent.

However, considering that it was the Queen herself who killed her ex-husband, and the royal family was slaughtered by her own hands...

The direction of the development of this matter has become completely opposite.

"I admit that I am a bit unlucky."

Andy, who knew nothing about this, answered according to his uncle's script.

"But it's too unfair to have your life or death judged based on your appearance alone."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Playing dumb won't get you away with this."

The maid stood in front of him and said expressionlessly: "Although you made a contribution yesterday, the sin of the Ramones bloodline has made that contribution insignificant."

Something is wrong...

Andy frowned when he heard this, "What do you want to do?"

If it was just a show of force, it seemed normal to him.

After all, it is not easy to become relatives of the royal family.

Someone suddenly pops up, who knows what tricks you have up your mind?

You must first find out the details and purpose before considering how to contact them.

But judging from the attitude of the person in front of him, it seems that he is not just trying to show off his power...

Sure enough, the maid sneered when she heard this, and then clapped her hands.

Objects then emerged one after another from the surrounding open space.

The red charcoal basin, the scorching iron, the restraint bed with blood and flesh, the dismemberment saw, the whip, the clamp, the wooden donkey...

The various torture instruments were simply dazzling. The maid said calmly, "You should tell me your name, origin, and purpose. Don't rely on luck. These instruments may look ordinary, but their effects on spirits are enhanced."

"so……"

Andy raised an eyebrow, "Does your master like these?"

He seemed to have no fear at all.

The maid said nothing when she saw this, but just shook her head helplessly. Then she gently picked up the branding iron from the brazier beside her and slowly walked towards Andy.

Some prisoners always have a misunderstanding of themselves before the execution begins.

I thought I could be like the heroes in certain movies and TV shows, or in historical records, who could endure torture without giving in.

However, after actually experiencing it, these people usually cry and beg for mercy in tears, without any courage at all.

Compared with the stubbornness at the beginning, it was ridiculous! Could this person be such a person? The maid thought so.

She had tortured the descendants of the royal family of Ramones many times in the past.

So she knew clearly that the people of this family, beneath their outward pride, were naturally mean and cowardly, which made people despise them!

"The first round will last ten minutes."

The red iron slowly but steadily approached Andy's eyes.

The maid who was in control of all this said expressionlessly: "During this period, no matter how much you beg for mercy, I will not stop."

"So you can save your energy and focus on the following explanation——"

The emotionless words came to an abrupt end.

Just when the branding iron was about to reach her eye socket, the middle-aged man with disgusting blond hair suddenly smiled at her and then disappeared in an instant!

The maid froze in place, her eyes fixed on the place where the other person disappeared, her expression blank and full of disbelief.

It’s not that outsiders have never entered the Palace of Myths.

But once outsiders enter here, they cannot escape the restrictions of the rules.

That is to say, when the owner of this place orders the target to be unable to move at all, the target can only be fixed in place, like a statue, unable to move at all, and cannot leave at all.

This kind of restriction of rules cannot be escaped even if the world's top extraordinary people come.

This conclusion has been verified countless times before.

Just like the authority of an empire, it is intimidating.

However, there is an exception now...

Thinking of this, the maid, who had always appeared calm and composed, suddenly turned pale.

Because she didn't know how to explain to the master what happened here next! 　Thank you for the reward from the book friend who only cares about flowers blooming and falling~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)