The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

When Xi Wei returned to the Emerald Fortress, Clement and the other knights just rushed back.

They looked dusty and dusty, but at least they still had energy. Seeing King Winter, these cold-faced warriors finally smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

"Your Majesty, we have won!"

"The darkness has receded." Xi Wei nodded:

"But we have more important things to do."

His eyes looked at the increasingly busy Emerald Fortress. The logistics personnel were pushing the wounded to ask where the medical field was, but there was no medical field. There were wounded soldiers everywhere. They were sitting near the city wall, their eyes were dull, or It was a muffled wail.

Sometimes there are more troubles after the war than in the war, and wounded soldiers who do not receive timely treatment can easily lead to riots.

Plus not all of them are as loyal as the soldiers of Winterfell.

There are still many Meton and Karanli soldiers here.

People's hearts may work together in the face of foreign enemies.

But when the foreign enemies disappeared.

Many people may become devils.

Just as Xi Wei saw at this time.

An officer rummages through packages of wounded soldiers.

These wounded soldiers were either unconscious or unable to resist.

They could only watch helplessly as the officers searched for their salaries.

Once they wanted to resist, the officer would punch the wound covertly, and then the officer would cover their mouths, so that they could only groan in pain and sorrow.

"Isn't it better to be honest?" The officer sneered and walked towards the next victim.

"Rosslade, you can't do this!"

The officer's hand was held, it was his adjutant.

"To shut up!"

The officer let out a low growl, and looked around for a moment.

His current position is very hidden, surrounded by high walls, only an arched door is connected to the outside, and his head is covered by a canvas, so he does not see the gap between the canvas and the city wall bricks on the high wall. A pair of sharp eyes.

The wounded soldiers were arranged in this small space by using his authority, in order to obtain the military pay of these wounded soldiers. Maybe the military salary of a soldier is not much, but the quantitative change leads to the qualitative change.

"These soldiers are all seriously injured. They are about to die. Instead of taking advantage of those who dispose of the corpses, what's the problem with me taking these belongings in advance?"

The officer stuffed a purse into the adjutant's hand and said bewitchingly:

"Money is only useful in the hands of living people!"

"But..." The adjutant was also a little moved.

He scanned his surroundings. These soldiers basically exhaled more air than inhaled air. It was almost difficult to revive them unless they used multiple healing techniques or even water of life.

"But, King Winter has already returned to the fortress." The adjutant swallowed, recalling the king's power in his mind, couldn't help trembling, and reminded with trembling lips:

"If this kind of behavior is discovered by him, you will definitely be executed with the most tragic torture!"

"What are you afraid of? Colt!" The officer named Roselade sneered.

"Now the King of Winter has no time to take care of the soldiers of Merton and Karanli. His soldiers in Winter have suffered heavy losses. As the King of Winter, do you think he will treat the soldiers of his own country first or treat them equally? Huh?"

"Let's talk again..." He changed the subject:

"I am an earth knight of Merton, and I belong to the Royal Legion of Merton. Even if he discovers my crimes, he has no power to punish me. That is what King Merton did, but you think our majesty will die for a group of people." Will the people of the land execute me, the knight of the earth?"

The king who was immersed in magic research all the time appeared in Adjutant Colt's mind.

The life of a soldier is just a number to him, and even the earth knight is just a bigger number.

It's not something King Merton would care about.

But which one should the ordinary soldiers and the land knights keep.

The king has brains.

Certainly not in favor of those dying soldiers.

Thinking of this, Adjutant Colt suddenly felt that it would not be a big problem to take away the salaries of these seriously injured soldiers.

After all, it is impossible for the army to leave with corpses, and soldiers will eventually be cremated after death.

As for the military pay and valuable gadgets on their bodies before the cremation, those soldiers and ruffians had already taken them away, and now he and the officer just stopped these coins at the source.

If any soldier is lucky not to die.

It's the same thing when they refund the money.

"Sir, let me do the dirty work of searching wallets. Go and rest next to me. I promise to search all the valuables on these soldiers!"

Adjutant Colt smiled obsequiously, wondering how much military pay would be collected from so many soldiers?

I don't know what happened during this time.

The top becomes very generous.

It turned out that at least one or two months of military pay was paid in full and on time every time.

They are totally cheap now.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Search your wallet!?" Officer Roselade scolded with a smile:

"We are helping the wounded soldiers to keep their belongings in advance, and distribute them to them after they are successfully treated, so as to prevent some stinky rats from stealing our soldiers' hard-earned money. What we are doing now is a great thing!"

Maybe this is the art of speaking...

Adjutant Colt was deeply impressed by this.

He suddenly understood why he was even better than Roselade as an Earth Knight, but in the end he was an officer and he was just an adjutant.

"That's right, what you guys have done is really a great thing. Do you need me to join in this kind of great thing?"

A gentle male voice came from behind.

The canvas was lifted, and the cold wind rushed in like frost knives, making Roselade and Colt shrink their necks.

This voice is very familiar.

But they couldn't remember whose it belonged to.

"Where is the little bastard? Get out, if you don't go out, you will be sentenced for leaking military secrets!"

Roselade didn't look back, he was still busy packing the money bags on the seriously wounded soldiers.

But the people behind did not leave, and the cold wind was still blowing in. Colt remained motionless as if he had been frozen by the cold wind.

"Adjutant Colt, get rid of that troublesome soldier!" Roselade yelled.

But no one responded.

"Colt?!" Roselade's voice gradually rose, becoming very impatient.

He was about to reprimand his unreliable subordinate when he heard Colt howl like a pig:

"Your Majesty Winter, I was wrong. Roselade tricked me into participating in this matter. At the beginning, I also thought it was wrong to do so. Your Majesty Winter...Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound like a plank hitting the pigskin hard, followed by a "crack——" as if something had broken.

Colt's voice stopped abruptly.

Roselade felt cold all over his body. He raised his hands and turned around tremblingly. He saw Colt standing there with his head turned 180 degrees. The palm prints had swollen and turned purple.

And behind Colt.

A handsome knight stood in the cold and watched him with a sneer.

The blood-red shawl fluttered behind him with the wind, making a sound of hunting.

Beside him stood a petite and beautiful demi-human maid who was gently wiping his palms.

This person is very familiar to Roselade, he is the supreme commander of the Emerald Fortress, King Winter.