The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Gray was once again forced into a sale by the pink-haired succubus.

The kidney's cries became even more intense, after all, it had just fulfilled Sita's wish for offspring, and then came another high-intensity confrontation.

After enduring devastation...

“Go back.” Gray’s eyes were vacant, and his gaze swept over the pink-haired succubus’s impressive breasts, causing them to tremble uncontrollably.

"Understood, Lord Shadow." Kappa didn't intend to exhaust the resources; she felt that if she went any further, Lord Shadow would break down, which would be a loss.

On the way back to the Grand Chamber of Commerce, Gray was being helped by Kappa.

"Lord Shadow, where have you been?" As you entered the Grand Merchant Guild, you were greeted by the boss, Alpha.

When she saw the pink-haired succubus beside her, she immediately realized that this guy must have been stealing food again and had been taken away by Lord Shadow for so long.

Meanwhile, the noble young master Harvey Cullen has already been sent to the Grand Merchant Guild.

Ignoring the giggling pink-haired succubus beside him, Alpha said, "Lord Shadow, the cultist you sent over has been locked in the interrogation room. We can begin the interrogation once he wakes up."

Upon hearing information about this demonic cult, Gray's eyes regained some luster, and he said in a deep voice, "Take me there."

"Yes!" Alpha bowed slightly, maintaining the necessary courtesy.

The interrogation room, of course, is for interrogating cult members.

Cult members have a secret technique for self-destruction, and cult members who have been brainwashed too deeply are difficult to capture alive.

Such devout (mad) cultists, whose actions within the demonic order no longer served their own interests, did everything for the demons they worshipped and the archbishops of their faction, and did not value their own lives.

It's practically impossible to capture such fanatical cult members alive.

If there is any intention to capture him alive, he will immediately expose himself and resolutely refuse to reveal any information.

Such cultists are a tiny minority. Those who join the demonic cult are simply looking to satisfy their desires for wealth, power, and sex. Such cultists are not the tough nuts to crack.

Once interrogated or their lives are threatened, they will reveal all the information they know.

The interrogation room exists to pry something useful out of these spineless cowards.

Harvey Warren, whom they captured this time, belongs to a faction that Gray has never encountered before.

War and conflict are brewing in the kingdom of Westphalia, home of Ipsilon, who is also responsible for fighting against the cultists lurking within the kingdom.

The faction driven by power and dominance is currently completely silent; hopefully, we can obtain some useful information today.

Let's see if Harvey Valen is a tough nut to crack or a soft one.

Gray wasn't interested in torturing people; after all, he wasn't some kind of devil. However, he did know a thing or two about interrogation and torture techniques.

Torture was not his intention, but if the other party refused to say anything, he would have no choice but to resort to some extreme measures.

While torture was ostensibly illegal in the Great Xia Dynasty of Blue Star, its use behind the scenes was questionable.

In the interrogation room, the unconscious Harvey Cullen was tied to a bench.

The structure is simple, but the effect is remarkable. This was naturally proposed by Gray based on his knowledge from his previous life: the tiger bench.

The tiger bench existed in ancient times in the Xia Dynasty and was a notorious instrument of torture.

Its basic structure consists of a bench and a vertical pillar or backrest, forming a 90-degree angle. In use, the victim is required to sit on the tiger bench with their upper body upright and pressed against the backrest or pillar, their hands tied behind their back to prevent resistance or struggle.

How did a bench become a torture device?

We also need some bricks and instructions.

The specific method of use is as follows: The prisoner sits on a bench with their feet at the ends, and bricks or other heavy objects are placed under their knees to keep them tense and unable to move. This posture causes the prisoner to experience severe pain and numbness, and may even lead to a broken kneecap. The executioner may adjust the number of bricks based on the prisoner's reaction and may simultaneously use intimidation, inducement, or whipping, or even strangle the prisoner with a rope to increase their suffering.

Tie your thighs together and add bricks under your feet to elevate your feet.

Because the thighs are bound, the force will be applied entirely to the knee joint.

Then, brick by brick, the pain intensifies, until a fracture is formed.

Speaking of which, when Gray proposed the "tiger bench" method, Zeta the dog even raised some questions.

It's just a chair and a few bricks, nothing special.

So Gray gently asked her to try it out...

The result is obvious.

Dog Zeta (┳Д┳): I've behaved myself, please let me go.

She was crying and screaming in pain after only a few pads had been applied, and this was just a minor experience.

"Pour cold water on him to wake him up," Gray ordered.

They're going to interrogate him already, why would they wait for him to wake up on his own? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

While still unconscious, Harvey Valen suddenly felt a chilling cold, as if icy blades were piercing his skin. Cold water poured down from above his head, instantly soaking his clothes and clinging to his skin. His body trembled involuntarily, his muscles tensing and contracting from the sudden cold.

His eyes snapped open, pupils contracting sharply, revealing a blurry curtain of water. He struggled to breathe, a muffled groan escaping his throat as the cold water stung his respiratory tract, causing him to cough uncontrollably. His face turned from pale to bluish-purple, his lips trembling, his teeth chattering with a clicking sound.

Cold water streamed down his hair and cheeks, dripping onto the ground and forming a puddle.

"You're awake. Looks like I don't need to pour boiling water on you anymore." A muttered voice came from beside me.

Pouring boiling water on it?

Harvey Warren shuddered, thankful that he had moved enough to see that the man was awake and hadn't been faking it.

Wait, where am I? Didn't I go to the Rouge Pavilion? How did I end up here?

A small fragment of memory from before falling into a coma gradually returned.

He was with two girls from the Rouge Pavilion when he saw a stunning woman embracing another man on the street.

He had been a regular at Rouge Pavilion for so long, but he had never enjoyed such exquisite goods.

She must be a prostitute at Rouge Pavilion. Although these are all women who have been used and abused, her figure and appearance are a huge plus, making him envious.

Once you're at Rouge Pavilion, you won't care about buses or central air conditioning.

He wanted to vent his anger, but the woman refused and even insulted him.

He couldn't stand this insult, so he immediately ordered his guards to capture the woman and kill the man. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

Then she was choked unconscious.

However, he has no memory of his guards being defeated.

He gradually recalled the sentence that chilled him to the bone the most.

"You really dare to swagger in front of me, you cultist!"