The little king's substitute looked at Marquis Belon and his somewhat dull body meaningfully, and shook his head helplessly and said, "It seems that you don't cry until you see the coffin, and ignore my kindness. This is not good, and it is not good for you."

Marquis Bellon's eyes flashed with bitterness, and he still kept silent, looking very firm. The little king also looked in a state of mental disorder, his eyes were dull, his eyes were scattered, and some saliva oozed from the corners of his mouth, making him look more like a demented boy with a broken head.

A ruthless look flashed in the eyes of the little king's substitute, and she sighed again: "What a pity!" Then she took a step back, raised her hand and pointed it at the little king. A golden light flashed and suddenly shot out and hit the little king.

Suddenly, the little king in dementia seemed to be electrocuted, his whole body twitched and trembled, and his body sang and screamed loudly. His body fell to the ground and kept rolling and struggling, but was bound to a radius of two square meters. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out of this small circle.

Marquis Perron looked at the miserable situation of the little king, and his eyes flashed with fear. He knew that this was a warning to the monkey. If he insisted on not cooperating, it would be his turn to suffer next. Marquis Perron also knew what the method the little king's substitute used, and also knew the terror and cruelty of this method. No matter how firm the will and the ideals were, he could not stand up in the face of such punishment, unless he died or went completely crazy.

Marquis Beron never thought he was a hero who would rather die than surrender. He would definitely not be able to withstand such punishment, but...

The little king's substitute felt that the heat was almost done, so he stopped the punishment, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "How is it? Marquis Bellon, did you really let me attack you? You are a smart person and shouldn't make me embarrassed."

Marquis Bellon was afraid and helpless. He knew what the other party wanted to know, but he couldn't say it, absolutely could not say it, otherwise he would die!

"It seems you are really confident!" The little king's substitute was a little annoyed, a killing intention flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand and pointed it at Marquis Beron the next moment.

“Ah~~~~~~~”

A shrill scream came out of Marquis Bellon's throat. Cold sweat suddenly appeared on his head, his body trembled violently, his muscles were extremely sore, and he felt even more undescribable. But his whole body was imprisoned and he could not roll and struggle like the little king, which made him feel deeper than the little king.

However, the substitute of the little king was obviously afraid of the mouse and did not want to kill the Marquis of Peron and the little king. Especially the Marquis of Peron, which is of great use, so he was very sensible. He stopped in half a minute and said coldly: "What? Are you still stubborn? Who do you think will come to save you? Or are you really so loyal? To be honest, the Kingdom of Lorenzo is not worth your persistence like this. Let me give up and tell me where is the key to the world of this void world? You are still my friend, and the benefits I promised are doubled."

While speaking, behind the little king's substitute, a female figure appeared faintly.

The figure was not clear, but Marquis Peron recognized it at a glance, and it was the person he had thought of before - Saint Sivinaye of the Church of Holy Light!

Marquis Peron smiled bitterly, followed by a violent cough and said reluctantly: "Your Highness, you should not treat me like this. I am your friend. This is what you admit in person! The Church of Holy Light should not treat friends like this."

The phantom of Saint Sivinaya flashed away, retracted into the body of the little king's substitute, and then said as if nothing had happened: "How about it, since you have made it clear and know my identity, you have no way out."

Marquis Beron smiled bitterly. Of course, he knew what Saint Sivina wanted, and knew that the key to controlling the void world was sealed in the body of the little king. Even these secrets were known by Marquis Capson, as the previous prime minister, and also knew that the key to the world was sealed in the body of the little king. They even knew that Grand Duke Mora had extracted the origin of the void world, and in order to promote King Prady XIV to the natural disaster, the void world had entered the end period ahead of time.

However, even though he knew, he could not express this information.

Grand Duke Mora has long prevented this situation and set up magic restrictions in their brains. Don’t say anything about relevant information. Even if you have something in your brain, you will be warned of severe pain. If you are still obsessed with it, you will... with a bang, your head will explode!

Therefore, neither he nor the confused little king could tell any key secrets.

Marquis Beron couldn't say anything about his pain, so he could only look at Saint Civina as pitifully as possible.

However, in the eyes of Saint Sivinaye, his behavior was provoking, as if he was saying, "You stinky bitch, you have the affair to kill me." "I won't say even if I beat me to death." "You Bichi, I'm not afraid of you."

Saint Saint Sivinaye narrowed his eyes and flashed with an extremely dangerous light. The next moment, the more miserable screams of Marquis Peron came.

A few minutes later, Marquis Perron collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes rolled up and foamed at the mouth, and he was completely lost. The little king next to him beating his heart, and the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched slightly. Although he was still trying to pretend to be stupid, when he saw Marquis Perron's miserable situation, his mentality was about to collapse and he could no longer maintain it and he burst into tears.

Saint Sivinaya snorted contemptuously. With her wisdom and experience, she had long seen through the tricks of the little king. She was half true and half fake, pretending to be stupid and trying to get away with it. It just so happened that Saint Sivinaya took the trick and changed the original goal of killing the chicken to scare the monkey. She pretended not to care about him and targeted Marquis Peron to intimidate the little king.

In fact, the effect is very good. After the little king's mentality collapsed, Saint Sivina finally changed his target and came to the little king face to face. The two of them were the same height and the appearance was similar on the nine levels. They could not tell who they were after a little modification. But at this moment, the real little king saw himself opposite him, and he seemed to be staring at him by a terrifying dragon. He was frightened, his legs were trembling, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but squirmed but couldn't speak.

"How is it? Little guy, I've seen enough just now! What do you say now?" The substitute said creepy words, which made the little king's heart tremble. If it weren't for fear of death, if it weren't for the ban, if it weren't for him, he would have told all the secrets that the other party wanted to know long ago.

At this time, Sivinaye also saw the problem. She frowned and asked tentatively: "It was Grand Duke Mora who made the trick. You can't tell me anything, right?"

The little king's head nodded like a kowtow worm.

"Grand Duke Mora, it's him!" Saint Sivina cursed. She and Grand Duke Mora are also old acquaintances. They know a lot about the personality of the No. 1 strong man in the Kingdom of Lorenzo. Although she did not suffer any losses in the previous few confrontations, Grand Duke Mora's strength and wisdom were undoubtedly inferior to her, which made her very afraid.

The Saint of Sivinaye knew that Grand Duke Mora had made a move, so he gave up on continuing to questioning. Since Grand Duke Mora took action, it was impossible not to take into account all possible possibilities. It was impossible to bypass Grand Duke Mora's ban by using methods such as nodding and shaking his head.

The Marquis of Peron and the Little King were left here, and no one cared about them, nor were they afraid of them running away.

Until a while later, Marquis Bellon woke up slowly, barely sat up from the ground, looked at the little king sitting beside him against the wall, and looked around him again. There was no Sivinaria, which made him feel relieved. The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke, but the tacit understanding that had been colluding for many years read some unusual meaning from the other's eyes and behavior.

In fact, for Marquis Beron and the little king, even without Grand Duke Mora's magical ban, they would not tell the secret of the world's key, because this is their only chance to save their lives. Once the secret is leaked, they will undoubtedly die. As for Grand Duke Mora's magical ban, it is just an excuse to vacate Sivinar.

After the Saint Sivinaye left, he came to another room in the palace.

Here an unexpected person was sitting on a sofa chair, his face was covered by shadows, drinking red wine leisurely. When he saw Saint Sivinaye walking in, put down his wine glass, he laughed and said, "How is it? Is your highness anything you gain?"

Saint Sivinaye came to the man and waved his hand and appeared a light curtain.

The light curtain swayed and slowly stabilized, and images and sounds from the little king and Marquis de Beron appeared.

"It seems that the effect is not very good!" The man stood up and walked out of the shadow, revealing his true appearance. He was Marquis de Veron, but he was even younger and more energetic. He was the young version of Marquis de Veron.

Saint Sivinaya flashed a hint of helplessness: "I have used several methods, but I still cannot find the magical prohibition set by Grand Duke Mora. Unfortunately, you are just a consciousness that has been differentiated from the soul of Marquis Beron. You don't know his real secret and the magical restriction in your brain, otherwise you wouldn't have to be so troublesome."

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the Marquis Beron, and then he laughed: "His Majesty, there is no way to do this. Who made him the master's personality? I am just a clone! If it weren't for the help of His Majesty, I would still be a puppet, and even my own thoughts and consciousness would not exist!"

Saint Sivinaya said lightly: "It's good that you understand this. If you want to become a brand new person in this situation, you have no other hope except to believe in the great Lord of the Holy Light."

Marquis Peron put away his cynical smile, his eyes flashed with pious brilliance, and said seriously: "Praise the great holy light!"

"By the way, let you investigate what progress has it been made in Ye Lijin?" Saint Sivinaye asked again. In fact, this was her real purpose in coming to this void world this time. Later, she only received the Pope's order temporarily and took over the work of leading the overall situation here.

The young version of Marquis Bellon's face changed slightly: "I'm very sorry, Your Highness..."
Chapter completed!