I Am the Real Villain

"What terrifying gaze!"

Sensing this scalding, nauseating gaze, Anlìyà couldn't help but step back.

But Mills still stared at her with extremely fervent eyes. This wasn't because he had fallen in love with this girl at first sight, but purely because he felt he had found a gold mine! Blonde hair + blue eyes + delicate features + snow-white skin =?

Such a beautiful girl, as if blessed by the gods, could be sold for at least one, no, three Gold Sols if she was slightly dolled up and taken to the Slave Capital! If he fabricated a background with noble blood, plus a little luck, he could sell her for ten Gold Sols in one go! Thinking of this, Mills felt the blood in his whole body boiling.

He had a premonition that if he could achieve this business and become rich, his professional rank might be improved again.

Even if he was just a humble merchant, once he reached the third stage, Morning Star Stage, those high and mighty nobles who looked down on people would need to maintain superficial harmony and treat him as a guest of honor.

"Sir Knight, the money I lost will be considered as an offering to the great Hughes Lord. In the name of Hughes Lord's kindness, can I be allowed to take one person from this village that robbed my money as my slave?"

Mills said plausibly.

Hearing this, Sauron Knight, who was about to leave, flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he began to seriously consider the gains and losses of this choice.

If he refused, it would be difficult to guarantee that this merchant would not rant and rave after leaving the territory, affecting the reputation of his lord.

If he agreed, it didn't seem to be a loss. Anyway, the farmers couldn't pay taxes and should be sold as slaves. Now it was just one less person, which would not affect the village's income next year.

As for the opinions of these farmers, who cares?

As a noble knight, he, Sauron, felt that he had been benevolent to these farmers.

"Okay, Clay Person, let's do as you said, but if you dare to talk nonsense after leaving the territory, be careful of my sword."

Sauron Knight patted the hilt of his sword and threatened Mills while agreeing.

"Okay, okay, okay! God is above, the great Hughes Lord must be a benevolent and generous lord as rumored, otherwise how could his knight be so noble?"

Hearing this, Mills was overjoyed and said "okay" three times in a row.

"I want her as my slave!"

Mills quickly stretched out his finger and accurately pointed to the petite Anlìyà in the crowd.

The girl's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

After all, for a teenage girl, there was nothing more terrifying than being sold to the Slave Capital.

In the rumors of the bards, it had long become a hell for female slaves, with sexual violence, terrifying torture, and all kinds of terrifying rumors constantly coming from there.

Almost subconsciously, the frightened Anlìyà looked in a certain direction in the crowd—there was the master to whom she had truly pledged her loyalty, and to whom she would most likely dedicate her body and soul in the future.

Seeing the other party's panicked and pleading eyes like a small animal, Xian nodded slightly and returned a reassuring look.

Seeing this, Anlìyà's face gradually regained its color, she stood calmly in place, with no more fear in her heart.

She had someone to rely on, and her reliance was very strong.

"What a beautiful girl."

Sauron Knight looked at the calm Anlìyà in the crowd, with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

He didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful girl in this poor little village.

Thinking of this, Sauron Knight faintly regretted it. He knew that he shouldn't have agreed so readily just now.

It wasn't because he desired the young girl, but simply because he felt that all the good things produced in this territory should belong to his lord, and the girl in front of him naturally counted as one of them.

However, if he really offered this girl to his lord, he was afraid his days wouldn't be good in the future. After all, the lord's wife was a woman of considerable means. Thinking of this, Sauron Knight no longer hesitated, as he still needed to rush to the next village to collect taxes.

"Clay Person, you got lucky. Take this beautiful girl and get out of here. Remember what you just said." Sauron Knight waved his hand.

"May the gods bless you, generous knight!"

Hearing this, Mills was overjoyed and immediately ran towards Anlìyà.

This scene immediately made all the surrounding villagers and Robert's hearts jump to their throats.

If they tolerated the most beautiful flower in the village being taken away by an ugly Clay Merchant, they would never forgive themselves for the rest of their lives! "Come with me, good girl. I will find you a noble master worthy of your beauty, and you will live a much happier life than you do now!"

Mills said, trying to grab Anlìyà's arm while trying to bewitch her.

Although he knew what kind of people the nobles and wealthy merchants in the Slave Capital were, this didn't stop him from drawing a pie first to prevent the other party from being so scared that they would want to resist or commit suicide.

"Stop! Anlìyà already has a master, a noble big shot!"

Just then, Berg rushed out of the crowd and shouted, blocking Mills.

He absolutely could not tolerate this disgusting Clay Merchant touching his sister. This was an insult to his sister and an insult to that Your Highness.

Seeing this scene, Mills did not retreat, but instead looked even more delighted.

Because he had already recognized that this young man with the Hunter tag on his head was undoubtedly one of the two villains who had robbed him some time ago!

Although not as valuable as that girl, he should be worth two or three Silver Sol if sold to the Slave Capital.

"Sir Knight, he is the villain who robbed me of my money. Please arrest him for me!" Mills said loudly.

Sauron Knight frowned slightly. Although he didn't want to deal with Mills's affairs, as a knight, he had a duty to punish robbers who appeared in the territory.

After all, if they dared to rob a merchant today, it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't rob the Hughes Lord tomorrow.

Sauron Knight jumped off his horse and drew his long sword.

Whoosh! In the next moment, his body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Berg as fast as a wolf pouncing on its prey.

Berg quickly pulled out the small knife in the interlayer of his right trouser leg to resist the attack, but... the knight's sword was too fast!

Clang! A cold light flashed, and in just an instant, the small knife in Berg's hand was knocked away.

"Stop it, I was the one who robbed that Clay Merchant's money."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Xian could only walk out of the crowd and quickly speak.

Today was the New Year, and I was dragged to see relatives. I didn't get back until the afternoon, and I didn't finish writing until now (^▽^). It's the end of the month, and the monthly votes are useless if you don't vote. Come on, family!