Host, she just wants to be a villain

The candlestick not far away was quickly lit, illuminating the visitor.

"It's you!" Brown gasped like a dried fish, "...let me out! As the leader of the werewolf clan, can you only do this kind of conspiracy?! How did I offend you? Why do you have it? Do this to me?"

"I obviously worked hard, but you shattered everything I had!"

Brown struggled hard and was strangled on his wrist, with blood marks showing.

The patriarch stood there without moving. She quietly watched the scene in front of her, watching Brown struggle and spit out curse words.

After a long time, Brown seemed tired and had no strength to speak anymore.

"Finished?"

"..."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

The patriarch's voice was calm: "Do you know how many years I have been looking for you? I remember... more than twenty years."

"Brown, have you guessed the reason why I'm looking for you?"

"What else could it be because of? I am your most annoying son, and I can't wait to eat his flesh."

The patriarch suddenly laughed, and she shook her head slightly: "The answer is wrong! Let me tell you a story."

"A long, long time ago, a king gave birth to a child, but the child was too weak and sick to be able to take on the important task. So, the king thought of a way."

Brown looked at her as if asking "what can be done?"

"She went to the arena, found a young slave, and then taught her something. The king found that this slave was very talented and might be able to assist her children. She also set up many test levels. In the end, the slave succeeded with Luck passed the test.”

"The slave successfully became the shadow of the heir. In order to ensure that the slave would not betray, the king himself found a secret method to let them live and die together and share the same face."

"The heir has a happy family and a happy life."

"On the eve of the king's death, a sudden change occurred in the palace." The patriarch said very seriously, staring at a point in the darkness without blinking, as if she really saw everything that happened at that time. .

"The bloodshed, escape, and pursuit lasted all night."

"Early the next morning, the heir ascended the throne, and everything was calm again."

The patriarch smiled and then asked: "Guess what role you played in it?"

Brown's lips turned white, his whole body couldn't stop trembling, and there was an extremely terrifying suspicion in his mind.

Could the heir to the throne be the slave the king brought back from the arena?

Why did the king happen to die on that day?

Did the slave watch her die?

He didn't dare to speak out. This time, he truly felt the terror of the clan leader.

It's not the kind of fear that makes people feel strong, but the kind of cold and evil fear that makes people tremble uncontrollably.

The patriarch always had a smile on his face.

Brown recalled carefully and found that from the first time he met the patriarch, the arc of her smile had never changed at all, just like the smile fixed by the artist on the oil painting that would never change.

It makes people feel cold to the core.

Brown's teeth chattered and he was speechless.

Patriarch: "Can't you guess? You are really stupid."

"...You are the heir to a happy family." She said as she approached Brown, looked straight into his eyes, and saw clearly his suppressed calmness, "Do you know now why you are here? My dear Brown.”