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

"Huh? Are you really going to do this?"

Serich glanced strangely at his inaction.

As a citizen of Wangcheng, he is loyal enough to this country, but this does not prevent him from being confused about some things the emperor has done recently.

First, all residents are prohibited from traveling after seven o'clock in the evening.

Then he ordered the dignitaries to send their children to the palace to learn knowledge related to the truth.

The statue of the God of Knowledge has been pulled down, and now a new statue is being built. Judging from its appearance, it looks vaguely spherical. Which god is this to worship?Serich had never heard of any god in history who had a ball shape.

The king also ordered all the people of Karenkaya to gather towards Lapland. He will solve the problem of accommodation. This order was not long after it was issued, but it is estimated that after half a month, the entire Karenkaya residents will know about it. Then within two months, Lapland will be gambled to the brim by the assembled peasants.

The king's brain was caught by the door?

Such disrespectful thoughts often popped up in Serich's mind.

Now the king wants to build an altar and let young girls enter the palace to learn the so-called sacrificial dance in advance. How strange it is.

As a character, what Serich hates the most is strangeness.

Whether it was casting magic or alchemy, unexpected phenomena meant failure, and he didn't like failure, just as he didn't like other mages hitting his ass with Pyroblast.

"Yes!"

He nodded firmly and made a fist with one hand to salute.

"Please give us a chance to be loyal to the empire!"

Selixi stopped and stared seriously at the innocent eyes, and moved his eyes back for a while. It was a mighty team of peasants. Unknowingly, he recruited so many peasants in a small town?

It would be a lie to say that there was no doubt.

But the eyes of these people are too clear.

He is a mage, and his soul power is far superior to that of ordinary people and warriors. He can more easily tell whether a person is lying, just look into the other person's eyes, and his final judgment is that these people cannot lie, their eyes Simpler than a newborn baby.

What a group of patriots!

Serich couldn't help but sigh.

Back then, when he first entered the Magic Academy, his goal was to become a frontier mage, stand on the wall of the fortress, send fireballs and meteorites of pyrotechnics into the enemy's army formation, and watch them be blasted into the sky by violent flames .

But as he studied in the Magic Academy for a year.

He had seen too much corruption and filth, and at first he was filled with righteous indignation, but later he found that it was useless, and acting differently would only result in being excluded and discriminated against by everyone. Seeing things, Serich changed his mind, and he chose to join.

Fuck Imperial Glory.

Let's mess it up together.

"Okay, I will report this matter to the person in charge, you follow me first."

Serich quickened his pace.

Everyone came all the way to the west side of the palace. A huge work shed has been temporarily built here. In the center is a construction site the size of half a football field. At this moment, there are already many craftsmen knocking and knocking inside. Seeing a simple The foundation has been gradually formed.

"Hey, what a big project."

"Who said no?"

Serich led a group of players to a hut on a high slope, and said while walking:

"Your Majesty also said that in order to let the Lord of Truth see his sincerity, no magical power was used to build the altar, and the whole process had to be done by the peasants himself. As you can see now... Obviously, more advanced methods can be used, but It's crazy to have to go back to the primitive."

It seems to feel disrespectful to say so.

Serich patted his face, as if he wanted to pat back what he just said.

He pushed open the shed door and yelled.

"Hey! Waylon, I brought everyone."

The room was very dark, and there was only one table inside. Behind the table was a tall man. His back was facing the crowd, his head was bowed, his back was bent, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and there was a strange "creaking" sound. .

"Hey Waylon, are you eating something?"

Serich frowned and knocked on the table, the room was filled with an uncomfortable smell of blood.

The strong man turned around when he heard the voice, revealing a pale, fleshy face and a big mouth covered in blood.

"I'll go, what's your situation?"

Selich and the players took two steps back in fright. The gloomy and dim room, the strangely behaving strong man, and the strong man holding a mass of blood and flesh in his hand always gave people a feeling that he had done something bad. a feeling of……

"The frog I ate~ Do you want to eat it?"

Waylon grinned ferociously, and passed the things in his hands forward. When everyone saw it, they could barely make out the frog's body structure in the bloody mess.

It is indeed a frog.

But from a distance, it looks like a heart.

"No, Waylon..."

Serich heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at Waylon in confusion, obviously Waylon was quite normal when he left Lapland, why did he become this virtuous after three days of not seeing each other?

"Wilen, I haven't heard that you like to eat frogs... and even if you eat them, you can't eat them raw! Go wash your hands!"

"Frog...it's delicious..."

Waylon murmured dully, with a strange expression, which was not normal no matter how you looked at it.

"Eat more frogs...closer...closer to the truth..."

Serich had no choice but to call out a water polo to clean up Willen's hands, and at the same time use the dust-free wind to dry Willen's body.

Although Waylon has the figure of a knight, he is a thunder mage with a high affinity for the element of thunder.

He and Waylon are good friends and grew up together.

When he came out this time, he was in charge of recruiting, while Waylon was in charge of arranging workers.

"Okay, the people have been brought here for you, you can arrange work for them."

Serich informed Willen, who was still flipping through his palms, and then turned to look at the excited players: "From now on, you will follow Willen's arrangement, and you can do whatever he asks you to do..."

After saying that, his eyes fell on the inhuman body again.

"Don't you have female mercenaries of the right age? Let them come out, and I will take them to participate in sacrificial dance training, and then you can get more rewards."

He nodded without doing anything, and sent a private message to the round-faced fat chicken. After a while, a group of more than a hundred energetic female players took off their helmets and gathered in front of Serich.

"There are so many people?"

Serich was surprised for a moment, but he still didn't say much. In fact, there are very few women among the mercenaries, so it's hard not to doubt that there are women, and there are many mages among them.

But the eyes of these people are too pure.

Serich felt it was a sin to doubt these people.

"follow me."

He squeezed out the crowd of players to lead the way outside.

A group of female players followed and left.

He turned his head to look at the strong Waylon, frowning.

Because since entering this room, his San value has been slowly decreasing.