Host, she just wants to be a villain

Florence didn't insist this time. She was... really tired. If she refused directly, this person would definitely let her start hoeing immediately.

She is so exhausted!

The sun was gradually setting in the west. Florence held her hoe and looked at the people and dogs resting on the ground.

She comforted herself and endured it some more!

Then he raised his hoe and smashed it on the ground.

What she said before was that there was only this piece of land. When she really started, one piece after another, Florence had almost finished hoeing all the land in this valley today.

She really wanted to ask Susanna, did she really have so much land?

Before the question could be asked, the answer came.

Dozens of villagers came from a short distance away, and as soon as they arrived in front of Susanna, they smiled gratefully.

"Thank you so much for today, thank you for your hard work."

Si Buyun curled up his lips: "What's the point of thanking you? It's just a piece of land, and I don't have to work hard at all. I'm very happy if I can help you once."

The dog beside her also barked happily.

A villager bent down and touched its fur: "You are so cute."

Florence, who was covered by the crops, almost died of anger. She couldn't bear it anymore. The books would not be hurt here, and the sun was setting now, so it would not have any impact on her at all.

The invisible ripples quickly spread and headed straight towards Susanna.

Florence didn't care at all about the deaths of those people, and she wasn't here to protect humans.

The villagers who were talking and laughing felt that their whole bodies were about to be crushed, but soon, the feeling disappeared, as fast as if it was just an illusion.

Si Buyun's smile remained unchanged and his expression remained calm, not affected at all.

She tilted her head as if unintentionally, her gaze penetrated through the gaps and happened to meet Florence's gaze.

At that moment, there seemed to be a huge pressure on Florence's back, her sixth sense was warning frantically, and there were bright red and piercing sirens in her mind.

This feeling……

She had felt this way before.

The incense maker in the royal city, the hunter in the far north...

Countless speculations were born in her mind.

The incense maker and the hunter L are the same person, but what about Susanna in front of her?

Just when the blood was rising in Florence's throat and she could no longer hold on, the man looked away and continued talking and laughing with the villagers.

Even the annoying dog next to her was still wagging its tail.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Florence looked down at her pocket watch.

The second hand above moved slowly, and it was obvious that only a few seconds had passed.

But it left a very deep impression on her. If she hadn't been able to feel the blood in her mouth, Florence would have thought it was just a daydream.

If Susanna is Hunter L, what about the real Susanna?

Florence also guessed that these three people were actually the same person.

But countless results cannot prove that they are originally the same person.

The descendants of the dragon slayer only have 25 years. Even if they study every day, they will never reach the level of hunter L.

But her guess just now couldn't be proved to be correct. There was a big difference in age between the two.

……

Florence didn't come back to her senses until the sound of a dog barking in front of her. She looked at Susanna and waved to her.

"I don't take all the credit for you. Those villagers know your existence. I just called you several times, but you didn't answer."

Florence nodded: "I understand, thank you."