Being Pursued By The Empress, Begging Me To Let Go!

Chapter 463: [Portrait of Joan of Arc]

"Your Highness Su Ning, as long as you can bypass my life."

"I can give my all!"

At this moment, Elis was kneeling on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes no longer had the previous arrogance and arrogance, only endless flattery towards Su Ning.

"Yeah?"

"Let your life go, it depends on Mirabelle's attitude."

Su Ning looked at Elis with squinted eyes, and said with a sneer,

"As long as Mirabelle is willing to let you go, then I can let the past go and spare your life for the time being."

"You take me to find her first, then talk about it."

The castle of Elis, Duke of Highgarden, although Su Ning used to visit here often when Elis was not at home, but in fact many places are not familiar with.

It was also the first time Su Ning had heard of the dungeon where Mirabell was held.

To be on the safe side, let's save Elis for the time being, and wait until we see Mira Belle.

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After a while, Su Ning and Hillary came to the secret room of the underground castle led by Elis.

It was pitch black here, with the sound of running water gurgling from the surrounding walls, and there was a rancid smell in the air, which was very unpleasant.

"You put your wife in such a harsh environment, Ellis, you are really vicious.

"No wonder Mirabell doesn't like you."

Su Ning glared at Ellis and said, feeling extremely distressed for Mira Belle.

With such a vicious husband, it's no wonder Mirabelle wants to be with her.

"I'm sorry Your Highness Su Ning, it's all my fault."

"I will definitely bring Mirabelle back later and give her the best treatment in the Duke of Highgarden."

Ellis said with a doggy face, looking at the Eastern Wasteland man in front of him who was cuckolding himself, he didn't dare to say no.

In order to survive, let alone endure Su Ning's verbal insults, even if Su Ning was with Mirabelle face to face, Ellis would not dare to fart.

"He's really not a man, he has no backbone at all."

"If all the nobles in Tianxu Shenzhou are like him, they will be destroyed sooner or later."

Looking at Ellis' dog-legged appearance, Hilary said with a look of disdain.

The former Earl Wren who fell into the demon race, and the so-called Duke of Highgarden Elis, the nobles of the human race have never seen a spine in the eyes of Hillary.

They are even more contemptuous of these sanctimonious hypocrites.

After a while, under the leadership of Elis, Su Ning met Mirabelle who was imprisoned in the underground secret room.

She was wearing a white cornflower dress, but the skirt was a little tattered and covered with dust.

Mira Belle's curly blond hair was scattered on Own's shoulders, and her slender and curly eyelashes covered her tearful eyes, which made Su Ning feel distressed.

“Su Ning, you finally came to save me.”

"I miss you so much."

"You don't know how miserable I am going through these days."

Sensing Su Ning's breath, Mira Belle's trembling body threw herself directly into Su Ning's arms.

"It's okay, I'm here, you're safe."

"Don't worry, I'll get you out."

Su Ning looked at Mira Belle's pitiful appearance, and couldn't help feeling sore in her heart.

The own woman was actually tortured like this, Mirabelle's arms were still tear-stained, and she was obviously tortured by Elis.

"Plop!"

Elis knelt down in front of Su Ning, frantically begging for mercy,

"His Royal Highness Earl Su Ning, I have no other choice."

"I didn't injure Mirabelle's body, it was all done by that bastard Richelieu's subordinates."

"There is an injustice and a debtor. If you want to punish him, you should punish him!"

Looking at Mirabelle who was covered in bruises, Elis directly plucked herself clean, and pushed all the guilt on Richelieu.

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot about that old clapper."

"Come on, leave Riches for me to find."

"Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must tie him in front of me."

Su Ning gritted her teeth and said, only then did she realize that it was Richelieu, the old fellow sent by Charles who instigated Ellis to discover her relationship with Mirabelle.

After leaving the cellar, Su Ning returned to Highgarden Castle.

At this time, the Duke of High Court has been completely occupied by the army brought by Su Ning. Elizabeth controls the army and stabilizes the situation in the Duke of High Court.

All the people in the territory evacuated safely, except for a few who were crushed to death because of the battle between Su Ning and Elis.

After receiving Su Ning's order to take over the defense of the Duchy of Highgarden, the citizens were very sensible and did not choose to resist.

After Elizabeth turned around, she finally found Richelieu hiding in a farmer's pigsty outside the city.

When he was brought in front of Su Ning, at this time he had completely lost the air and dignity he once had as a cardinal.

The red dress on his body was smeared with excrement and urine from the pigsty, and his whole body exuded a foul smell.

"It was Charles who sent you to challenge Ellis, Duke of Highgarden, against me, right?"

"Charles, that brat, is really ruthless."

Richelieu, who was escorted over, was interrogated by Su Ning.

His messy and fluffy hair made him look quite embarrassed.

"You are from the church, and I need you to help me with one thing."

"If you can help me do it, maybe I can spare your life."

Su Ning lowered his head and said to Richelieu,

"As long as His Highness can spare my life, no matter what you do, I will do it!"

"I just hope that this cheap bone of old body can serve His Royal Highness Su Ning!"

At this time, Richelieu was lying on the ground, looking at Su Ning obsequiously.

Even if Su Ning asked him to go back and assassinate the Pope, Richelieu would agree.

Better to die than to live.

God did not say this sentence, but it is indeed a universal truth in the world.

"Do you know this person?"

"If you know, I can give you a chance to play for me."

As Su Ning said, he took out a portrait.

The painting technique of Tianxu Shenzhou and rice paper were used on it, and a beautiful and graceful woman appeared in front of Richelieu vividly, as if she had come to life.

Looking at the woman in the portrait, Richelieu's eyes lit up immediately, and he kept nodding his head,

"Saint Joan of Arc!"

"I know, of course I know!"

"This is the saint of our church, of course this old man recognizes it!"

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