Atta Tower was once the residence of the Golan royal family.

Now, a prison for traitors and heretics.

The sound of falcons lingered around the dome towers that towered into the clouds, and together with the screams in the prison, they composed prayers of repentance and confession to the gods.

"Count, the people of the royal court have brought the will, we can't go in for the time being," the guard outside the prison knelt down, with a humble and submissive manner.

"Wang Ting?" Earl Russell glanced at Wen Lin unexpectedly, the abusive beauty of her being **** made the animalistic nature in her body even more uncontrollable.

The Saks family owns the three fertile counties of North and South Saks and Kent. The family's children are domineering and arrogant. Hearing the word Wang Ting, Russell Saks chooses to back down.

Pacing back and forth irritably, Earl Russell finally turned around and left the cell, and used torture tools to torture other dying prisoners along the way.

Inevitably, another equally beautiful woman came to Russell's mind.

The queen who was hated and reviled by countless believers, but finally won the Golan throne.

Thinking of this, the light and shadow in Earl Russell's eyes became more turbid, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Who knows how long she can hold that chair? But at least I shouldn't be grabbed by the handle now,"

The iron door slowly opened, and all the filthy thoughts were buried in the bright light.

The prison head looked at Duke Russell's retreating back through the gray hair on his forehead, elegant and arrogant, just as he came.

After quickly closing the door, the head of the cell carefully glanced inside the cell, full of pity.

It was as if she had foreseen that a beautiful low-level person like Wen Lin would be played by the aristocratic young masters. linger. The tragic end of humiliation.

The prisoner was lying on the withered grass, and the bleak moonlight slanted on the smooth and white skin, which seemed to give her a holy and mysterious brilliance. Different from the traditional Golan's appearance, her appearance was softer and richer than the oriental. Glossy black hair and full red lips look both ascetic and seductive.

If the Queen hadn't ordered the arrest herself, no one would have linked her to filthy pirates.

"My merciful Lord, I am your most loyal believer, I sincerely repent to you..." The prison head muttered to himself, hurriedly locked the lock, not daring to look at Wen Lin again.

As the footsteps faded away, the surroundings returned to silence.

The movement outside the cell did not affect Wen Lin, and the initial disgust and disdain were quickly replaced by indifference.

She was detained here for three days and three nights, without food, water, or rest, and someone would come to patrol every fifteen minutes to prevent her from falling asleep.

Taking advantage of the current gap, Wen Lin closed her eyes, trying to restore her physical strength as much as possible.

Squeak~ However, the silence was quickly broken by an inopportune moment.

Next to the brazier in the distance, a shiny mouse was nibbling at the head hung on the iron thorn.

Wen Lin's eyelids moved, but she didn't open it. She casually touched a gravel and threw it. The disturbing sound of gnawing was instantly silenced with the scream of an animal.

The walls around the cell were made of hard and thick stones, and the small and narrow windows seemed to warn the prisoners not to try to escape.

Every time Wen Lin stretched her stiff body, the heavy iron chains locked on her limbs would make a heavy squeak sound, and Wen Lin couldn't help thinking about the possibility of taking them off.

Half a year ago, Wen Lin was still the descendant of 21C's reclusive ancient martial arts, but when she was out on a mission, she accidentally fell into a deadly organization.

When I woke up again, it appeared here, a strange continent very close to 16C Europe.

As an adult with strong psychological endurance, it still took Wen Lin two months to fully accept the current situation.

What surprised her was that this was clearly her body, but strange memories gradually emerged in her mind.

These memories are so real that it is as if they had experienced it firsthand.

Thinking of those memories, Wen Lin sighed helplessly.

The self in this world is the descendant of traitors, hunted down by the royal family and religion, and must never see the identity of the light.

What made it even more troublesome was that Wen Lin was accompanied by a group of old and frail subordinates who were always thinking of revenge.

They were all rumored to be gifted, at the helm of the Sutherland family, and loyal subordinates of Haraldur.

And Harald is the father of Wen Lin in this world.

Accustomed to a free and casual seclusion life for 23 years, Wen Lin's instinctive resistance has nothing to do with her blood feud.

In modern times, she is alone. Here, Wen Lin believes that she can still live arbitrarily with what she has learned.

But with such a group of people around, Wen Lin had a headache and couldn't let it go, but she couldn't think of a way to properly settle it for the time being.

But when Wen Lin finally figured out a more comfortable way of life, she got into trouble because of her carelessness.

When she went to the port to supply supplies in two months, Wen Lin got excited, and took advantage of the chaos to save a beautiful blonde with outstanding temperament.

Originally, she wanted to add interest to the sometimes boring life at sea, but Wen Lin never thought that she was bringing wolves into the room.

This is where the happy pirate career ends.

Since the rescue, the small broken ship has been frequently targeted by the Golan Royal Navy. With her outstanding command and combat ability and the use of familiar sea areas, Wen Lin took the small broken ship to escape many times.

The excitement of challenging the nerves every day quickly exhausted Wen Lin's patience. In the dark and windy night of the month, Wen Lin mercilessly invited the beauty off the boat.

Unexpectedly, there was an ambush in the port, and Wen Lin entered the Atta Tower like this.

Thinking about it, it's very frustrating.

Just when Wen Lin was distressed, the sound of neat and hurried footsteps suddenly appeared, Wen Lin's eyelids jumped, she opened her eyes abruptly, and looked out the door.

Judging by the sound of footsteps, there are at least twenty people, and the people behind the scenes are finally here?

The burning torch instantly lit up the dim environment, and a graceful figure walked in quickly, her winding skirts layered on the dirty ground.

She casually glanced at the environment in the cell, and finally settled on Wen Lin. There was no emotion in her blue eyes, and her words were ruthless, "I forgive your sins, the only condition is to surrender to me,"

"Should I call you Isabeth or Her Majesty?" After a few breaths of silence, Wen Lin's face numb from the torture flashed a hint of mockery.

"You're a smart person, I like it very much." Ignoring Wen Lin's indifferent attitude, Vicia looked down at her from above.

"I regret saving you. If I knew I should have left you gnawed in the sea, there will be no bones left,"

Wen Lin said bitterly, the originally calm blood seemed to be irritated by Vichy's eyes looking at the goods, and an urge to press the person in front of her under her body and teach a lesson suddenly rose in her heart.

"You hate me?"

The sharp long eyebrows wrinkled with a slight arc, and the joy of successfully capturing Wen Lin was instantly diluted a lot. What Vicia wanted to hear was the begging and loyalty of the person in front of her.

rather than resentful provocation.

Before that, Vicia realized that she had to destroy Wen Lin's pride and stubbornness.

The sea breeze swept in the water vapor, and the thick lead-colored clouds huddled together, obscuring the only light outside the window.

"Antoine, bring the whip,"

The queen's neck was raised gracefully, and an imperceptible desire to conquer flashed across her eyes.

Before the maid of honor knew that the queen was coming to Atta, she replaced all the torture instruments with new ones, including the whip.

Newly made whip, strength and tenacity are at their best.

"You all go out,"

"Yes,"

The cell door was shut tightly, and Vicia walked to the wheel. Next to the plate, hold the handle and turn it slowly.

The iron chains hanging on the ground rang out, dragging little by little in the direction of the stone wall.

Her whole body was clinging to the icy stone wall, her hands and feet were open at the maximum arc, and the softest and most vulnerable parts of her body were forced to stretch out. The tight muscle lines and dripping sweat showed Wen Lin's embarrassing situation at this time.

"You can beg me for mercy at any time?" The Queen's expression looked extremely happy, and she was very patient with her favorite prey.

"It is my honor to be interrogated by the Queen herself,"

Wen Lin lowered her head and her answer was still cold, but she couldn't deny that, under Vicia's gaze, the wide open posture of the secret place made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

The humiliation that came like a tide made Wen Lin tremble slightly uncontrollably.

At the same time, the sense of urgency that the entire ship could be killed due to identity exposure at any time quickly calmed Wen Lin's anger.

She had to admit that the string called reason snapped the moment Vicia stepped here.

The recalcitrant pirate captain wanted to save people because of the color, holding the most honorable rose for this Golan, but ended up in prison in the end.

A very ridiculous talk.

The pain of being pulled on her body became more and more obvious, and the crystal beads of sweat rolled down her chin and penetrated into Wen Lin's tightly stitched collar.

This is a suggestive scene, Vicia approached with a whip and wanted to touch Wen Lin's cheek.

Turning her head to avoid her hand, Wen Lin said dumbly, "You can choose to let me go, or let me stay here and be hanged,"

"Death? Death is a kind of forgiveness at some point. If you are still stubborn, the warden will let you know of countless ways to live rather than die."

Vicia is threatening, she knows it well, sometimes harshly. Teaching is very necessary.

Showing no mercy, Ling Lie's sound of breaking wind came suddenly, and one after another, bright and gorgeous whip marks fell one after another, and scarlet blood gradually dyed the inner shirt.

Hearing the moan that seemed unbearable, Wen Lin showed no sign of asking for mercy.

blah blah blah blah...

She didn't know how long she had been whipped, but Vicia watched Wen Lin almost faint from the pain, and walked past the soft throat that choked Wen Lin.

"Your crew is also locked here, and you are the only one who can save them,"

"I'm going to die, how can I take care of others?"

"I won't let you die,"

"Your Majesty, this is not up to you,"

Wen Lin panted lowly. Breathing, there is a good smell of fragrance.

Vicia suddenly brought her head closer, and put the tip of her nose on the hair on the side of Wen Lin's neck, sniffing the smell she couldn't refuse.

Like pine wine that has been brewed for ten years, the smell is slightly cold, like the wind passing through the sea covered by the morning mist, mixed with the fragrance of Lingling among the trees, slightly drunk but not intoxicating.

Turning her head to the side, looking at Wen Lin with a scrutiny smile, Vicia recalled that she had countless opportunities to leave after being rescued, but she didn't.

She accepted Wen Lin's ardent gesture, she lied to her that she was an unfavored noble lady, and she acquiesced to many acts of intimacy that were similar to the moment, deliberately ambiguous...

After loosening her grip on the whip handle, Vicia let out a very slow sigh of relief, and rationally defeated the little bit of unbearableness in her heart without any suspense.

She is the king of Golan, and she is accustomed to using the supreme authority in her hands to play with people's hearts, even if it is pure sincerity that she has not experienced for a long time, without any self-interest, as long as it is beneficial to Golan.

This logic is rather outrageous and ruthless.

The strange emotions surging in her heart were quickly suppressed by Visia, feeling Wen Lin's rapid panting due to pain, she said, "Tell me, how can you surrender to me,"

Still dignified and ruthless tone, but with a trace. coaxing meaning.

Vicia's hair color is a very light golden color, which is the noble and pure characteristic of the royal bloodline of the Gorse, and at the same time makes her blue pupils appear more deep and charming, like the boundless sea of ​​stars that can only be seen when galloping in the ocean.

Wen Lin frowned. She wanted to find a little bit of warmth in her memory from Vicia's alienated face, but the persecution that followed made her heart sink uncontrollably.

She wondered why these eyes were obviously beautiful but also extremely indifferent, why when they stared at people, it made people consciously look at the flow of emotion.

The suddenly confused heartbeat was extremely abrupt.

Wen Lin suddenly curled her lips into a chuckle, her pupils reflecting the cold white moonlight, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, I want you,"

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