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

The emissary of Most City really didn't play tricks, saying that plowing is plowing, but they need to plow a lot of land. There are more than 300 farmlands. After plowing a farmland, you can get 1 gold coin. If you plow it alone After that, the gold coins belong to this person.

Of course, farming is not enough if someone plows the land. A group of farmers looked at them cheerfully with baskets of seeds.

They are all farmers in Most City.

But you only need to be responsible for sowing the seeds.

"For the drama, for the meal, for the assassination plan!"

Pate kept hypnotizing himself in his heart, and so did Bart.

"bring it on!"

He motioned to one of the farmers, who immediately brought a plow and put it on him.

Originally, the farmer wanted to take a whip habitually, but was stopped by Pate's murderous eyes.

Seeing that the commander has done this, the other orcs can only pinch their noses to recognize it.

But they still had beautiful longings in their hearts. They wanted to watch the play and see if Cinderella was really as beautiful as in the photo.

On the side of the field, the envoy of Most City was chatting with the nobles who contracted the land.

"It's really you, where can I find more than 200 strong laborers full of brains?"

"Hehehe, don't you look at what I do every day at work. Every foreigner who comes in from Most City has to go through my screening."

"Tsk tsk," the nobleman slammed his mouth, and then gave the price agreed in advance to the messenger: "Here, 5 gold coins for a piece of land, this is 1500 gold coins, remember to pay those farmers well, I don't want to be paid by Moss The law enforcement team from Special City came to the door."

"Don't worry sir, I guarantee that fresh and tender grain will grow in your field soon!"

"Hmph! I'll borrow your good words."

The noble, smoking a cigar, got into the carriage and left.

The messenger found a stool and sat next to the thatched hut. His work has been temporarily handed over to his disciples, so he is not worried. What he has now is the real big deal.

Look at these strong men, how strong they are!

Walking like flying in the wheat field~

It is estimated that the fields will be plowed before midnight.

At that time, he only needs to take out 300 gold coins to these stupid big guys.

Give those peasants another 200 gold coins, and then he will be able to empty his hands and make a net profit of [-] gold coins, all he has paid for is an afternoon of leisure time.

"What a leek!"

The envoy couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction as he watched the orcs having sex violently in the dusk. He took out a small bottle of vodka, a specialty of Most City, from his arms and unscrewed the bottle cap against the setting sun.

"Praise capital!"

He smiled slightly, toasted the setting sun, and then drank it down.

……

In the middle of the night, a group of exhausted orcs covered in dust and dirt were sitting near the bonfire by the side of the field. They sat around the bonfire, listless and hungry.

No sleep is allowed in Most City.

But no one cares how many people sleep in the fields outside Most City.

They planned to spend the night in this field tonight, and they couldn't afford to live in a house in Most City anyway.

"Leader, why are humans so rich, but we are so poor?"

An orc looked at the bright night sky, his eyes gradually became a little confused.

Education from a small tribe is the glory of orcs. Orcs will never be slaves. Orcs are the greatest race. Their mission is to make orcs great again.

But when they saw the prosperity of the human empire, they suddenly felt how ridiculous the backward tribe was.

Perhaps the reason why the orcs can continue is only because there is a legendary beast king who guards the entire orc clan.

In addition, the place where the orcs live is a barren desert. There is nothing but light and heat during the day, and it is freezing cold at night. Humans don't even bother to compete with the orcs for these barren lands.

Pate didn't answer the orc's question.

He looked at the "crackling" burning bonfire, and felt that everything was messed up. Didn't they come to assassinate King Winter?Why did they gradually lose their fighting spirit? Could it be that they are not devout enough for the glory of the beast race?

"Awaited!"

There was a shout in the distance.

I saw the envoy driving a carriage and wearing the stars and the moon, coming slowly.

Behind the wagon was the food he had prepared for the orcs: some porridge with greens and rye bread.

These things cost less than 10 silver coins in total in Most City.

But it’s not bought on the busiest street, but collected from ordinary farmers’ homes, and then use the power of the envoy to find a restaurant and pay some money for simple processing.

"It's not easy to get these foods." The envoy got out of the carriage and looked at a group of strong men with a smile.

They looked at him with shining eyes.

It's like the beggar outside the casino, facing the eyes of nobles and rich businessmen who come in and out.

"But I'm a good person. I just charge you one gold coin for so much food. I believe you understand how expensive the prices in Most City are."

Hearing this, Pate went around to the back of the carriage and opened a few cauldrons to have a look.

Although it was simple, the amount of food was sufficient, enough to feed two hundred orcs. It could be seen that the envoy really had a heart and was very considerate of their situation.

This made Pate feel a little grateful.

The elders and high priests of the clan all said that human beings are hateful and cunning.

However, no matter who they met along the way, no matter what kind of people they met, as well as the current emissary of Most City, in Peter's view, they are all good people with pure and kind hearts.

Pate praised his luck against the sky.

It must be the blessing of the beast god that kept him from encountering some hateful humans.

"Thank you so much, Messenger."

Pate paid a gold coin very readily, and now the orcs have a total of [-] gold coins, all of which are kept by him, which is really rich and powerful.

"You're welcome. Seriously receiving every guest who visits Most City is the purpose of my work. My goal is to let every guest find their own happiness in Most City."

The envoy showed a standard formulaic smile on his face and bowed slightly to the group of idiots.

Then he took Pate's gold coin and put it in his pocket.

Turn around and get on the carriage, ready to leave.

However, Pete suddenly stopped him in the next second.

His shoulders stiffened, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Is there anything else you need?"

The messenger turned around with a dry smile and asked.

"Master Messenger, you are a good person."

Pate asked sincerely, "Can you tell me your name?" He thought to himself that if there was a conflict with Most City in the future, he would spare his life for anyone with the same surname as the messenger.

"Me?" The messenger took out a silk scarf and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I suddenly remembered a sentence in the training guide for the messengers of Most City.

How to answer when the guest asks the name to avoid subsequent risks.

Fortunately, he was serious and completely memorized in class.

"My name is Bryant." The messenger said, "Bryant who does good deeds anonymously!"

After saying that, he boarded the carriage.

"Bryant? Brilliant sapphire... Mmm~ What a good name."

Pate stopped and watched the messenger's carriage gradually disappear into the darkness of the field, and couldn't help but silently recited "Bryant" a few times in his heart.