How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

In order to successfully enter Velesla, my husband gave me a bottle of medicine with strange colors. The colors of the rainbow are not ugly or even beautiful, but most of the medicines have an indescribably horrible taste. It took me a long time to prepare mentally before I mustered up the courage to let out a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, this bottle of potion is not bad at all, it is as sweet and sour as the color, which makes me regret drinking it so quickly.

"A bottle of potion can last almost two days, so drink it once a day to be on the safe side."

"Ok sir."

I waited for a while, but my husband didn't even intend to give me the medicine for the next few days. Maybe he only had this bottle with him, so he looked at himself in the mirror belatedly.

Although I didn't feel anything from the beginning to the end, this time I have completely become another person. Even my height has changed slightly, my hair has become a deeper brown, and my ordinary facial features are petite and thin. , can be said to be inconspicuous.

While I was looking at myself, my husband also drank a bottle of medicine. The difference is that the color of this bottle of medicine is gray with a strange luster.

Then, in just two seconds, Mr.'s appearance changed visible to the naked eye.

Noticing my sight, Mr. put away the empty glass bottle, and said in a flat tone: "Although it is a failed product, the effect is still there, and it is barely usable."

Does that mean the bottle just now was specially made for me?

I was suddenly touched, even though I knew that maybe I was thinking too much, I still couldn't control my trembling heart, can I look forward to it?Maybe sir is also like me...

how is this possible.

Although Ribelesla is far away here, it can't stand the humanoid cheating device of Mr., no matter how far the distance is, it can be reached in a blink of an eye.

Fenrir wanted to show off his ability, to prove that he was indeed not weaker than his husband, but it was a pity that he didn't know the way to Velezla, and he didn't even know which direction it was until his husband told him.

Fenrir was very dissatisfied with this, and threatened that if it hadn't been out for a long time, it would definitely not be a problem for anyone else.

It can be seen that it is really lost. Although I feel a little sorry for this, sir, I comforted Fenrir first.

"It's okay, we'll get to know each other after walking around."

Although Fenrir didn’t say anything more, he asked me to buy a world map for him, and he carried it with me every day, and took it out to read at night. Although he was careful to avoid me, he was still caught by me. A few times, that flustered little expression is really cute.

Cough cough, these are things for later, let's not mention them for now.

"I always feel that Velesla's security has become much stricter."

After finally queuing up a long line to enter the city, I couldn’t help but sigh with emotion when I saw a wave of patrol teams appearing on the road every few minutes.

"It became like this after the news of the brave man's appearance spread, and you should have noticed that there are many more people in Velezra now than before." Mr. explained.

I nodded halfway, and said with some hesitation: "I can see it, but sir, how do you know it so clearly?"

The gentleman didn't change his face, "There must be some preparations in advance."

"Oh! As expected of Mr.!" I applauded.

Just then, I heard Fenrir's disdainful sneer.

"What preparations did you make in advance? You obviously sneaked away last night, right?"

"..."

After looking at it indifferently, it is the acquiescing sir, I quietly leaned towards Fenrir, bent down and whispered in its ear: "It's good to know some things, there is no need to say it."

I was answered by another sneer from Fenrir.

Although the news of the brave man has only been spread for a few days, this short period of time is enough for people from nearby places to rush to Velezla. We found several hotels that were full, and finally found a store with vacant rooms , the rest is a double suite, the price is also the most expensive, and the others are gone.

Double, double suite? !

There are two of us, yes, but there is only one bed in this double suite?

All kinds of images popped up in my head uncontrollably, they would appear one after another even though I didn’t think about it deliberately, the temperature on my face was also rising sharply, I can guess what I am now without looking How red your face is.

I don't know if the potion can hide this too... Well, it doesn't work.

I just hope sir didn't notice...

I was just about to say that I should go to another place to have a look, when I saw the gentleman took out a gold coin and put it on the counter.

"Is it enough?"

"Enough is enough."

The clerk took it decisively, without giving me any time to react, and handed us the change and the room key directly.

The gentleman took the key with a calm expression. I was a little depressed seeing him like this. Is it because I reacted too much, but when I turned my head, I met the clerk with an ambiguous look, and the temperature on my face that had just dropped suddenly rose again. up.

I gave all the money, and I can only pretend that none of this happened, and I didn’t think about anything. The first thing I did when I entered the room was to occupy the large sofa, and said that I like this cushion very much, and I plan to sleep on it at night. here.

The husband agreed after a little hesitation, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I didn't dare to tell Fenrir about the problem with the room, he was complaining to me that the backyard of this store was crowded to death, there were all kinds of messy monsters, and his head hurt from the chattering noise.

I comforted it a few words, "Why don't I go to the clerk to discuss and get a single room for you too."

Then I was kicked out by Fenrir.

It's a pity that due to too many guests, a few rooms dedicated to Warcraft mounts have already been booked. No matter how much I am willing to pay, they can't change a room for me out of thin air.

The clerk said: "If it doesn't bother you, you can actually bring the Warcraft into the room directly. As long as there is no big disturbance, we generally don't care about it. Compensation needs to be paid."

I suddenly realized.

Yes, there is another way.

It's just that this room doesn't belong to me alone. I don't know if Mr. Uncertain would let Fenrir into the room, so I can only use magic to clean up the dust on Fenrir's body outside. When you bring it in, you can add a cleaning point.

Fortunately, my husband didn't react too much when he saw me bring Fenrir into the room. He glanced at us and didn't ask anything, so he continued to read his book. Compared with it, Fenrir seems to be even worse. If you wish, those eyes could stab me to death.

Come to think of it, we haven't told Phil yet that it's a twin room.

I laughed twice, and in order to avoid the upcoming questioning, I walked quickly behind my husband, stretching my neck as if to read the content of the book.

"What are you looking at, sir?"

No matter what time of the day these days, I can always see Mr. holding such a book, peeking at it not once or twice, but I have never seen the writing of this ancient book, it looks like a tadpole, I can't read it at all.

But this time is a little different, I actually saw illustrations covering a whole page in this ancient book with small and dense fonts, which looks like a heavenly book, and the page on the right is also covered, but it is blocked by the arm of Mr. Well, I can't see the specific content.

Although the lines were as dense as the words, and only black and white, it was enough for me to make out what was painted on it.

"Horns and a sword... Could it be that this painting depicts a brave man and a demon king?"

"Ah, that's right."

Mr.'s finger slowly slid across the [Devil King] on the left painting, "This is the first meeting between the Demon King and the brave man."

I took a few more glances, "The drawing is so ugly, this person must not be able to draw."

The gentleman smiled lowly: "I almost forgot, our Agnes is a master of painting."

I puffed up my chest proudly, and said modestly: "It's okay, after all, I haven't held a paintbrush for a long time, I should be rusty."

After a pause, I said again: "But the devil really wears a cloak. I thought those books were all lies. Wouldn't it be a hindrance? The cloak blurred my face when the wind rolled or something. ...or is this actually a piece of magical armor?"

Fenrir suddenly appeared from the side, still with a straight face.

"Who knows, probably for the sake of being handsome. Think about those kings, don't they all wear capes."

I recalled it carefully, and was surprised to find: "It really is."

"I didn't pay attention."

The gentleman ignored Fenrir, pursed his lips, and moved his hand to reveal the "brave" drawn on the right page.

"This is the brave man."

"The hair is so long, is the hero really a girl?"

Although I was expressing doubts, I immediately thought of Maria. Her hair is about the same length. If there is any difference... Maria's hair seems to be a little straighter than in the picture?

"That's not certain." The gentleman said in a flat tone, "The previous brave men and women are not fixed. You can't generalize."

"My fault, my fault." I stuck out my tongue, "It's just that the girl in the painting looks familiar to me, as if she is someone I know."

Mr. looked up at me, "Oh? Who is it?"

"Maria, what I told you is the quasi-sage who is with the first prince." I sighed and said, "If she is the brave, my reputation should have become very It's too bad, the attempted murder of the hero or something... No, it was already bad."

The gentleman withdrew his gaze, "Have you forgotten what Fenrir said? Velesira's brave man is a fake, so naturally it can't be the Maria you mentioned."

I groaned, "But it really looks like Maria. Could it be that the painting is of an old brave man?"

I said it casually, but saw Mr. shake his head.

"No, this is the current hero."

I froze for a moment, "But didn't you say that this book was in your hands a long time ago?"

Then how come there are illustrations of the current hero?

"That's because this is a book of prophecy."

My breathing stagnated, and then I gasped.

"The prophecy...is that the prophecy I thought it was?"

"what."

Seeing Mr. nodding his head, I still couldn't believe it, "Is it the legend that as long as you hold it in your hand, it will automatically write the prophecy of the future?"

The gentleman smiled and finally gave me a clear answer.

"Yes, that is the book of prophecy."