Dressed as Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister

The carriage drove past the police station in the center of the town, and it showed no sign of stopping. The carriage drove all the way out, passing through a rich area, and entered a section of private road. The most beautiful piece of scenery beside the quiet and clear lake is Lake. Earl Field's private land, where his manor was built.

Lakefield's surname is well known locally.

Because generations of Lakefields have owned the land for many years.

The town of Blockley is peaceful and rich, complemented by the prosperity of the Lakefield family.

It's just that the team didn't take Dusula into any living room in the manor, but drove straight into the other courtyard. Lei Nuo personally took Dusula into the basement.

This is a dungeon.

Although the designer has done lighting for the patio, the wall lamps are not stingy to burn during the day, even so, the underground is still underground, and the dungeon is still dark and cramped.

A group of people walked past several cages in the front row, and a rotten stench wafted faintly.

Most of these cages are empty, but there are also people living in them. They are skinny and covered with dirt. When they see people, they don't shout or scream, as if their will has been worn down.

Even though Renault was the captain of the guards, he rarely came to the dungeon.

The eldest young master who was born with a golden key in his mouth, could not get used to the dark scene even more than Dusula, his eyes showed unbearable, Lei Nuo whispered to Dusula: "I don't mind your rudeness before, but I advise you For my father, don't be tough, sometimes it's a wise choice to be soft."

Dusula glanced at Renault.

She found that she still underestimated the young master.

Regardless of the historical communication between the two, or her aggressiveness and rudeness during the journey, it was enough to make Renault feel resentful and trip her up.

Renault, Dusula was sure, was kind.

This almost weak kindness may not necessarily be a good thing for his future.

But now she herself is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and she can't protect herself. Dusula sighed silently and just followed Lei Nuo forward in silence.

Two soldiers stand at the door of an interrogation room.

As they approached, the soldier gave Raynor a military salute and opened the door.

The rest of the people were standing by outside the door, only Renault and another member of the guard led Dusula in.

At the far end of the room, under the small window, is a mahogany desk with candles on the complicated candlesticks, and a puddle of wax has accumulated under it, as if the Earl has been waiting for a while.

Earl Lakefield was flipping through the files.

He is a middle-aged man with a strong figure, with a handsome face, not angry and majestic. The man has a sideburn and a neatly shaved beard.

Standing next to him was a thin, pale young man with thin black hair. The man looked frail and should be a civil servant. He had low eyebrows and could not see his face clearly.

There is no extra furniture in the room, but on the open space, there are more than a dozen execution tools of different sizes and styles. Just looking at them makes one's hair stand on end.

Dusula came in and stood still.

Earl Lakefield looked up at her from the file, observed carefully, and did not make a sound.

But from the moment his eyes fell on Dusula, Dusula's goosebumps stood up, and the muscles on his back tightened, suddenly tense like a taut string.

Wordless pressure hits my face!

Earl Raymond Lakefield didn't speak, but the black-haired man beside him took a look at the count's expression, and said sharply: "Irreverent man, why don't you kneel down when you see the Earl?!"

The class system here is relatively strict. When I met the prince before, Du Sula had already been escorted to kneel once.

To tell the truth, that taste is not very good.

It wasn't about how painful her knees were, but that she was being looked down upon, and the other party looked at her as if she was looking at a docile domestic animal, which made Dusula deeply disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

This is also the reason why Dusula wanted to obtain the God Servant Qualification Certificate.

Only at or beyond the class can it be possible to obtain the dignity due to human beings.

However, in the current situation, if you don't want to suffer from flesh and blood, it seems that kneeling is the best choice.

Before Dusula could make a choice, Renault was the first to say, "Green, what about you? Why can't you kneel down?"

Reynolds rarely became aggressive, as if he disliked the young man standing beside his father.

Green's small eyeballs flashed with resentment, but he noticed that the count turned around, and immediately changed into a low-browed look.

In this regard, Renault snorted coldly, quite disdainful.

Earl Lakefield said in a deep voice: "Okay, here, I don't stick to the form of etiquette, and you don't have to argue about it. Renault worked hard to escort the suspect, and I will ask the maid to make you a pot of good tea. Sit down, including Miss Zha Ming."

After all, Green went to the door to pass the message in a dog-legged manner.

After a while, a maid came in with tea.

She was next to Du Sula on the side of the road. She didn't know whether she was frightened by the torture device or nervous, and almost dropped the cup.

Dusula took the opportunity to help her up.

The maid raised her head and whispered thanks, Dusula was startled when she caught a glimpse of her face!

It was those golden eyes again.

But when she closed her eyes and took another look... the maid with brown hair and brown eyes had already left with a tea tray, and everything seemed like her hallucination.

Earl Lakefield said: "Miss Chaming, I think you already know why you are here today. Pretending to be a servant of God is a crime that His Majesty the King vigorously investigates. If you can confess your crime, you can do it." Reduce the sentence as appropriate."

"What a mellow Darjeeling." Dusula put down her teacup and praised sincerely.The earl's voice was not angry and pretentious, but Dusula did not have the nervousness at the beginning, but replied in a straight voice: "I haven't."

Earl: "But here, there are people who have evidence."

As he said that, he took out the crystal ball that Dusula had used. It was lost at some point, and Dusula wanted to take it to the market to pretend to be mysterious. Earl's hands.

Earl: "Someone testified that you sold him the crystal ball at a high price, saying that the crystal ball was stained with your divine power, which would ensure his safe travel."

"Is this crystal ball yours?"

Dusula: "It's mine, but it's lost. I didn't sell it."

Earl: "Lost it? How can you prove that what you said is true. Although I don't agree with torture, if you don't cooperate with the investigation, execution may be a way to make you tell the truth."

A row of instruments of torture are placed next to it, and there are Kong Wu's powerful soldiers outside the door, which is really deterrent.

"No, I have no way to prove myself for what I haven't done."

Dusula was still very calm, she looked directly at the count, her voice was sonorous and powerful.

count:"……"

"Whether I can really predict the future is the key to determining whether I am guilty." Dusula said, "Whether I sold the crystal ball or not, I can't prove it myself. It is easier to prove what I did, but I can prove that I did nothing." , It's ridiculous! In contrast, whether I have a little bit of divine power is much easier to predict than whether I sell the crystal ball or not."

"I have a prophecy, I wonder if the Earl wants to hear it?"

The count hesitated slightly, but still said, "Tell me."

Dusula: "The ownership of too much land in the kingdom is scattered in the hands of various lords. After the prince gets married, the old king will soon decline due to old age. The new king has long laid the groundwork for the concentration of power in the future. When you are convinced of the counselors around you, it is time to frame them with treason. My lord, think about it carefully. Is there anyone around you who is a prince, and does he have the right to freely enter and leave the study? The study is a... ..."

"Bold!" Dusula hadn't finished speaking, the count's face was livid, and he shouted to stop her.

His complexion is so ugly, one is because Dusula's words, even if it is a prediction, are too bold; two, it is only the earl, there are people who meet the prediction, which makes the earl very afraid.

Once it is true, it will be a crime of treason!

"Originally, for the sake of the benevolent Sun God, I didn't want to do something cruel to a lady. But the evidence of the crime is convincing. Not only did you not plead guilty, but you also deceived the public! I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!" The count waved his hand, "Come here!"

The soldiers outside pushed the door and entered.

"Water torture!"

The so-called water torture is to tie a person to a chair, cover the face with a cotton cloth, and pour water continuously on the cotton cloth, so that the cotton cloth will completely fit the face of the prisoner, and the prisoner cannot breathe air, resulting in extreme pain.

The soldiers who came in were the guards. When they heard that it was waterboarding, they beat their hands and feet and couldn't help but look at each other.

Their behavior is extremely strange, this common punishment escort team has been executed many times.

The count slapped the table and stood up. He shouted: "What are you doing standing there! Today I must let this witch know how powerful she is!"

The soldiers still hesitated, obviously not daring to touch Dusula.

At this moment, Renault stood up and said, "My lord, please don't blame them, it's like this. On the way here, I also questioned Miss Zhaming's ability, so I made a bet with her."

"If she can predict what will happen in the future, I believe her ability is real. So on the way here, Miss Zha Ming has already predicted your words and actions. To be honest...all hits."

Renault's complexion was not very good, and Earl Lakefield's complexion was also stiff.

The guards did not dare to act rashly.

Dusula was still sitting on the chair, the old god was there, and took another sip of hot tea.

Green, who had been inspecting the situation, rolled his eyes and stood up.

He said: "If this is the divine power to predict the future, then I have it too."

Dusula looked at him with cold and wary eyes.

Green's face was thin, and he deliberately bowed his waist when he spoke. He was half a head shorter than the earl, and looked respectful, but his eyes rolled slowly, and his cunning expression could not be completely hidden.

Green said: "The Earl has a generous and benevolent personality, and his interrogation methods have always been courteous before the soldiers. It is not difficult to find out after a little investigation. The Earl's character is destined to speak when he sees Miss Zha Ming. Isn't it logical to use words to guide, anger the Earl, and torture the Lord?"

"As for the waterboarding, the Earl doesn't like to be dirty, and he doesn't want to see the punishment of blood - of course, this is the news that can be found out after investigation - and then you can guess according to the torture equipment and the type of punishment. allow."

"To put it bluntly, it's just a small means of defrauding money in the farmers' market. It's not uncommon."

Green said to Dusula: "Miss Zha Ming, don't play tricks, confess your guilt quickly, or I can't guarantee your life."

What Green said seems to be quite right.

The members of the guard who had believed in Dusula hesitated now.

Du Sula didn't panic at all, just glanced at him inadvertently, and said, "You dare not guarantee my life? Coincidentally, the fire of life above your head is ethereal, and I dare not guarantee your life."

Green's face was stiff, and he was actually a little scared in his heart, because the traitor Dusula predicted just now was himself.

He knew better than anyone that Dusula was right.

But for his own sake, he can only do his best to prove her wrong.

Green said aggrievedly: "My lord, look at her, she doesn't cry when she sees the coffin."

The Earl already had doubts about Green, but Dusula who exposed the truth also made him angry.

Seeing the presence of her old god, the count became even more anxious and irritable.

He waved his hand: "Execution!"

The count gave orders, and the soldiers had to obey.

Renault thought that Green had a ghost before, so he naturally believed in Dusula more.

Renault immediately pleaded and said: "Father, think twice! Dusula is right, why not make a conclusion after the investigation..."

The room was only that big, and before he finished speaking, Dusula was already tied to the chair.

At this moment, there was commotion outside the door.

"Who dares to stop me?!"

"Madam, the Earl is interrogating the prisoner, please..."

"Go away!"

Before the words were finished, the door was pushed open with a bang.

A woman with high brown hair and a bright red dress that doesn't look tacky but looks very bright, surrounded by two maids, came in aggressively.

As soon as the count saw her, his momentum weakened a little.

He greeted him, "Honey, why are you in such a dirty place? Be careful to stain your skirt."

After all, the earl was about to hold the woman's arm with both hands, when the woman waved her hand and slapped him on the face.

Countess Mary Rose Valentine said angrily: "How can I stop you from making mistakes?!"

"Did you know that she is a real prophet, completely different from those liars!"

"You, you are going to piss me off! Facing a delicate lady, you dare to use torture, you, you kneel in front of the wall and think about it!"

The Earl's rough face was flushed with embarrassment, "Honey, this is in front of everyone...can we talk about it when we go back tonight?"

There was no longer anyone at the door. At this moment, the maid who brought tea came in again.

As soon as she came in, she saw so many people in the room, and everyone was at war, she couldn't help being startled, she was about to kneel down and admit her mistake.

The count's sharp eyes saw that she was holding a cushion in her hand, and he thought it was the countess who ordered her to bring it.

He didn't dare to be angry with the countess, and didn't he dare to be angry with the maid?

"Who asked you to come in?!"

The maid knelt down with a plop, and tremblingly handed over a note, "My lord, please forgive me. I, I came here in accordance with the instructions of Master Renault."

The count glared at Renault, and grabbed the note to take a look.

The beautiful handwriting on the note read: Please bring me a mat, the Earl will use it later.

However, the earl, as his father, couldn't recognize the handwriting. It was not Renault's handwriting.

He turned his head slowly.

Dusula held the teacup and smiled calmly and slyly.