This villain's style is crooked

Lucha opened her eyes and saw César kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding a snow-white cloak in her arms.

The hand she touched stayed in the air. m.

It looked like he wanted to wake her up.

"Miss An, we have arrived in the North District, the weather here is cold, you are weak, be careful of catching cold."

César retracted his hand and put the cloak on Lucha's body.

"Where's meow?"

Meow, that's the name Lucha gave the little black cat.

César's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he blamed himself: "I didn't find it."

"It should have taken advantage of the fact that when the team stopped halfway, it jumped through the window and ran away."

"Warcraft are wild and difficult to tame, longing for freedom, so it is difficult to keep them in captivity beside humans."

【tui!fraud! ! ! 】The system complained indignantly:

[The villain saw you fell asleep just now, secretly controlled the little black cat to get out of the carriage, and killed it! 】

[A cloud of black mist swallowed it cleanly! 】

Lucha & the system said in unison: [Excessive! 】

It's like a pepper in the gutter - insidious and venomous!

Little did he know that what he had done had been exposed, César smiled and said:

"If you like cats, I'll find another one for you when I get back to the South District."

The exact time is not certain.

Lucha ignored César, stepped on his toes heavily on purpose, and got out of the carriage, only to find that the team was parked outside an inn in the town.

Argus, who was standing in front, sent someone into the hotel to clean up, and then said to Curran who was waiting:

"Your Highness, it's windy outside, please go back to the carriage and wait."

Curran shook his head: "Sitting for hours on end, my legs are stiff."

"There is a tavern over there. Let everyone go in and drink to warm up. By the way, you can also inquire about the current situation of the Death Forest."

"I'm going to clear the field." Argus was about to lead people there when Curran stopped him:

"Argus, the people in the tavern come first, and the weather is so cold, we have no reason to drive people away."

This is an ordinary tavern with mixed fish and dragons.

Argus felt insulted and sick to his stomach at the thought of being with those pariahs.

But Ke Lun had already walked over, and he could only endure the disgust of his colleagues.

Others followed behind and entered.

But when Lucha was about to enter the tavern, César stopped her:

"Miss An, please wait a moment."

After speaking, César walked into the tavern.

Because it was daytime, there were not many people in the tavern, about a dozen men, and there was no loud music, but there was a lot of choking smoke in the air.

From the tobacco in the hands of those people.

César leaned slightly, and smiled, "My lady suffers from asthma, so she can't smell the smoke. I hope everyone, don't light the cigarette again."

"As compensation, I will give each person ten gold coins."

One gold coin is the annual expenditure of an ordinary person.

Seeing that César really distributed the gold coins, the men who were smoking put out the tobacco one after another, and opened the doors and windows to ventilate in cooperation.

The tavern owner was also enthusiastic, and took out the incense: "Sir, do you need to light the incense?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but my lady can't smell incense."

After making sure that the smoke in the air was gone, César motioned for the men to close the doors and windows again.

He waited for the temperature to warm up a bit before he invited the deer tea in.

Yagus, who was watching the whole time, said in a sarcastic tone, "Hypocritical."

"His Highness's shelf is not as big as yours."

"It's just a little asthma, and it won't kill anyone. If you're so scared, don't come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

The strength is so great that Argus can't concentrate at all, condensing magic.

He pinched César's arm painfully, but it was in vain.

The man's hand was like a pair of pliers, tightly clutching his neck.

The knight did not dare to act rashly, fearing that his actions would kill Argus.

In just a few tens of seconds, Argus' face turned blue-purple.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and the chest was like a balloon that was blown hard, and it was about to explode at any time.

Just when Argus felt that he was going to die, the strength in his neck suddenly disappeared.

He slumped on the ground, breathing fresh air desperately despite his severe coughing.

César had a standard and elegant smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Master Argus, forgive my rudeness."

"You can only understand Miss An's pain if you experience breathing difficulties yourself."

Argus stood up with teary eyes:

"You lowly slave! I want you to pay for your stupidity!"

"Alright Argus." Curran looked at him dissatisfied:

"You were the one who talked about An Lucha first."

"Don't always bully your sister."

Argus clenched his fists angrily.

Prince Ke Lun is deliberately targeting him!

But the opponent is the royal family, the future king, and he can't afford to offend him.

Argus gave César a savage look, and went to the innermost seat.

Curran looked at César displeasedly:

"Although your starting point is for your own master, the empire has regulations that slaves are not allowed to do anything to nobles, and those who violate it will be hanged..."

César suddenly groaned weakly.

A long sword pierced his right shoulder.

Blood dripped down the blade.

Lu Cha lowered her head lightly, her eyes slightly curved: "Your Highness, I will punish him."

Unexpectedly, this weak girl would strike so fiercely and decisively. Ke Lun was surprised for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

He originally wanted to punish César as a symbolic penalty.

After all, he couldn't really execute a person.

To prevent the ladies in the team from being harassed, Curran reserved all the boxes on the second floor and asked the nobles to let the ladies of the nobles go up with him.

After Ke Lun walked up to the second floor, Lucha pulled out the long sword and returned it to the knight. At the same time, he used light magic to heal César's injury.

"Does it hurt?"

Let you kill my meow meow!

It's light to stab you with a sword!

César only took out a handkerchief and wiped off a drop of blood that fell on the back of Lucha's hand:

"Everything you have given me is my honor."

"Please go upstairs and wait, I will prepare fruit wine suitable for you."

When Cesare turned to go to the bar, a drunken old man blocked the way, pointing at his face in surprise:

"You and that person really look alike."

César froze for a moment.

The people in the tavern, because of the old drunkard's words, had weird eyes, which seemed to be vigilant and fearful.

The knight who stayed on the first floor was puzzled.

Only Lucha's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, when César was born, just like humans, he was a baby and lost the memory of living in darkness.

He stayed alone in the death forest, living by sucking the negative emotions left by the God of Light.

It was not until he grew up that he could walk that he left the forest.

As a result, because he had no father or mother, he was taken away and sold, and became a coolie in the coal mine.

César, who was only seven years old, didn't understand anything. He was robbed of food by other workers and didn't know how to resist.

Sometimes he would foolishly put a sandbag in front of him and let those people beat and kick him.

Once by chance, a coal mine owner with special hobbies saw César who looked like a porcelain doll, and immediately took a fancy to him and coaxed him to take off his clothes with candy.

César politely declined, without the need to eat human food.

Unexpectedly, the coal mine boss wanted to force his hands, and even uttered obscene and filthy words.

César felt disgusted and wanted the coal mine boss to disappear, but he used dark magic by mistake to restore his memory.

But he was affected by the negative emotions of the God of Light, and uncontrollably killed all the people in the coal mine.

After César woke up, he fell into pain and regret, trying to stay away from humans.

But he is a monster fed by emotions such as anger, hatred, and viciousness.

Born from the darkness, how can it be possible to get rid of the darkness?

Gradually, César was immersed in the joy of killing.

He deliberately dressed up dirty, pretending to be a slave, curled up in a small cage, looking for desirable prey, and then sold it badly, and was bought away.

Then, torture the opponent to death.

Over time, all the towns in the North District spread the word that a beautiful boy would pretend to be a slave and brutally kill every buyer.

As a result, the slave market in the North District has been deserted for two consecutive years.

If it wasn't for César who was tired of playing, couldn't think of interesting ways to torture people, and chose to sleep, I am afraid that the North District would become a cemetery.

The old drunk hiccupped and continued, "But your eyes are different from his."

"You drink too much."

César held the old drunkard's shoulders with a smile, and a wisp of black mist sank into the other's body.

Immediately, he turned to the door:

"You can go out and sober up."

The old drunkard nodded blankly, walked towards the door staggeringly, muttering to himself: "I have to go to the toilet again..."

No one doubts the behavior of an alcoholic.

Even if he died suddenly on the cold street.

César couldn't help but look back.

Deer tea has already walked up the stairs.

Miss An, do you doubt it?