My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

At this time, Olivia sighed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Orson looked at Olivia in confusion.

"The Duchy of Antica should be the first to bear the brunt of the orc problem, right?"

"Originally, the Dukedom of Antica is not very strong. The orcs' comeback this time should not be so easy, right?" As she said this, there was some worry in Olivia's tone. "Although I heard that other duchies are ready to provide help to the Duchy of Antica, after all, it will not be their homeland that will suffer."

"Besides, they don't understand the meaning of lips dying and teeth falling cold."

"Yes." Orson heard this and nodded. "As a barrier to the eastern part of the empire, once Antica falls, the orcs can invade Prusia, Lucia and the royal territories through Antica. These three territories also contribute the most."

"But the three duchies at the back, Aragon, Orleans and Naples, contribute relatively less. However, because the duchies of Aragon and Orleans have good personal relations with our family, they also provide a lot of money and food. Only Napoli , unwilling to provide money and food, only sent 5,000 farmers to recruit troops, and also asked us to treat those farmers with the same treatment as the Allied forces. "

During this period, Orson and Lucius also exchanged letters. Orson mainly reported to his family that he was safe and reported on Little's progress, while Lucius mainly discussed the dukedom's affairs with Orson. , and asked Orson for his opinion.

In Lucius's view, regardless of whether Orson would inherit the position of Duke in the future, his current ability is enough to participate in the decision-making of the Dukedom's major and minor affairs.

And Orson lived up to Lucius's expectations, and the opinions he gave in some decisions really helped Lucius a lot.

"I seriously doubt that Napoli sent so many people here not to help us fight the war, but to eat our food." Orson said this, very angry.

Giovanni's move was very insidious.

Send five thousand cannon fodder over. If Lucius lets these five thousand cannon fodder die, the loss will not be big for Giovanni, but Giovanni can take the opportunity to attack Lucius and demand compensation from Lucius.

And if Lucius doesn't let these five thousand cannon fodder die, their combat capabilities will basically not be able to perform any military tasks, and they can only sit back and eat up the rice vats.

The key point is that it is not easy for him to refuse Giovanni. If he refuses, the other party will have an excuse not to provide assistance in the future.

"In this time of national crisis, he is still doing a disservice. It's really hard to understand."

"Alas." Olivia shook her head when she heard this. "The relationship between our two families is pretty good, but if it really doesn't work out, I'll write a letter to my father and ask him to provide more assistance."

"It's okay." Orson looked at Olivia with a smile. "You haven't married me yet, but now you start using all your family's things to subsidize me. Isn't that bad?"

"Well..." Hearing what Orson said, Olivia blushed slightly, then poked Orson's arm and muttered softly. "Why didn't I see that you were so crooked before?"

"That's because you weren't that close to me before." Orson smiled. "Or do you think it's not good for me to be like this?"

"No, Orson is Orson, I like all kinds of Orson." Olivia said.

"In short, although the orcs are difficult to deal with, they are not impossible to deal with. Didn't my father drive them out eighteen years ago? Duke William has given us a lot of assistance. If there is more, the earls under him may Somewhat dissatisfied.”

The orcs gather in the desert in the eastern part of the empire. The desert climate and environment are very harsh. Most of the orcs make a living by hunting, and the form of social organization is mainly tribal.

Compared with humans, the adult period of orcs is shorter, and it often takes eight or nine years for an orc to reach physical maturity.

The prime period of the orcs will last for fifty years. Once the prime period is passed, the orcs, except for the shamans and witch doctors who practice magic, will age rapidly, and then be deemed to be worthless by the tribe, and abandoned to fend for themselves in the desert. .

In battle, the most common human beings are fathers and sons, and the number of people serving in the army at the same time is no more than three generations.

Among orcs, it is common for three generations of people to be in the army at the same time, and it may even happen that five generations of a family are serving in the army at the same time.

At the same time, due to genetic reasons, most of the entire orc group will be full of muscles when they reach adulthood. Even without training, their own strength can reach the first to second level of human beings.

Of course, there are also some orcs who are born

Thin individuals, these individuals do not engage in fighting in the orc tribe, but the daily complicated work in the tribe will be done by these thin hard workers.

Some tribes even throw those children who are naturally thin and unfit to become warriors directly off the cliff.

Among the orcs, according to their levels, they can be roughly divided into chiefs, shamans/witch doctors/small bosses, warriors, women, children and peons.

The average orc tribe group mostly maintains a few thousand people, and it is not that there are large tribes with tens of thousands of people. It is just that in the battle with the human empire eighteen years ago, these tribes, as the main force of the orc alliance, were killed after the war to scare the monkeys. He was a typical example of several opposition elements and was thoroughly suppressed by the imperial army.

As for why the imperial army did not continue to go deep into the desert to wipe out all the orcs, it was because the desert environment was too harsh. Except for orcs and some drought-tolerant creatures, no animals could survive here.

The imperial army once sent more than 50,000 troops deep into the desert, but in the end only less than half of them came back. When asked, they learned that most of the soldiers died from infectious diseases caused by the harsh environment of the desert.

Therefore, every large-scale extermination of the orcs by the empire was only superficial in the end. Many orc tribes hid in the depths of the desert and hibernated for several generations before making a comeback.

…

On the other side, in a small town within the Duchy of Antica, a man with only one arm staggered into a medical clinic.

On the mainland, not everyone can enjoy the treatment of priests, so facilities such as medical clinics and the profession of doctors came into being.

"Doctor, doctor!" the masked man shouted.

Of course, in order to make himself look less suspicious, he had taken off his mask at this moment.

Under the mask is a face with a beard, which looks quite rough.

"Here, here." A young doctor wearing a white coat and glasses came out. As soon as he saw the masked man's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Oh, this gentleman, you are so yes……"

"I was chased by enemies in other cities before. I had no choice but to lose one arm and escape here."

The masked man said this, took out his wallet, took out two gold coins and handed them to the doctor.

"Doctor, please take a look at my arm and give me a simple treatment."

"This... this won't work." The doctor said this, walked up, looked at the section of the masked man's arm carefully, and then said. "You must have come here through the woods. The cut on your arm touched a branch and has already started to become infected."

"No, no, no." He shook his head hastily. "The wound has begun to rot. I can't save you here."

With that said, he waved his hand.

"You'd better hire someone else." The doctor said, putting the two gold coins back into the masked man's wallet.

When the masked man heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore. He took out his dagger and put it on the doctor's neck.

"Let me ask you again, can you save me?"

The doctor was frightened by his move, and a trace of cold sweat flowed down his forehead. Seeing this, he nodded quickly.

"Yes, it can be saved." With that said, he stretched out his hand and took two more gold coins from the masked man's wallet. "That's it, you can't just bandage it, otherwise the wound infection will only get worse and worse, and no matter how good the treatment potion is, it won't be able to save your life."

"Okay, then tell me what exactly needs to be done?"

"I have an anesthetic potion here that can numb your body's senses. Then while your senses are numb, I will help you clean the rotten flesh from the wound, disinfect it, and bandage it properly."

"But there is really nothing I can do about your amputated limb. You can only find a professional to help you make a prosthetic limb, or ask a big boss to perform limb restoration surgery for you. In my small place, I can't do these things."

"It's okay." The masked man felt relieved after hearing this. "As long as you can help me clean the wound."

"Okay, then you can lie down on the table inside." The doctor said, pushing up his glasses.

"Okay." The masked man said and lay down on the hospital bed.

Then, when he saw the doctor closing the door of the medical clinic, his body tensed up again.

"Why did you close the door?" the masked man said.

"Sir, I'm going to perform an operation on you. I need to clean up the rotten flesh, bandage and disinfect it. The scene is quite bloody, so I certainly can't let outsiders see it. And you want to keep your identity a secret, right?"

"!" Upon hearing this, the masked man immediately held his dagger alertly.

"Oh, don't worry, don't stop

urgent. "When the doctor saw him like that, he smiled again and comforted the masked man. "I usually receive a lot of gangsters here, and you are just one of them. "

"After all, those who are involved in the underworld will definitely not dare to go to places like churches. You don't know how expensive the potions in the alchemy workshop are, so I usually come to help them with some simple processing."

"Have you had any relevant surgeries before this?"

"I've done it, I've done it a lot!" the doctor said, looking up and thinking for a moment, and then said: "For example, before, I sterilized Mrs. Sonny's dog, and I sterilized Mr. Stefan's dog. Goose passes through the intestines…”

"Are you a veterinarian!?" Hearing this, the masked man pretended to get up and leave.

"Oh, I was just joking." The doctor quickly held down the masked man. "Didn't I say it before? I've helped many gangsters deal with the problems on corpses..."

"The things I told you before are just some serious money-making jobs that I usually do."

“I’ve done amputation surgeries and razor blade removal, and the patients have given me good reviews!”

"Okay." The masked man felt relieved.

Then, the doctor brought over a bottle of potion and handed it to the masked man's mouth.

"Okay, this is the bottle of anesthetic potion. You drink it all, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the pain later."

"Okay." The masked man nodded, and then drank it.

"By the way, I have lived for so many years and have been to many medical clinics. Why haven't I seen anesthesia potions in other medical clinics?"

"Ah, I just received this potion not long ago." The doctor said, put on a mask and gloves, and took out a scalpel. "That is to say, a person who is very...genius in alchemy. He refined this potion and then asked me to try it on others to see the effect."

"So you haven't tried this medicine on anyone else before?"

"That's for sure. I haven't met anyone who can use this potion even if I stay here for a month. You are lucky to be the first batch of customers to experience the anesthetic potion."

"..." The masked man couldn't complain in his heart. He had become a guinea pig, right?

"How do you feel now? Try moving your fingers?" At this time, the doctor suddenly asked.

"Uh..." The masked man tried to move his fingers and found that he had lost all feeling from the neck down.

"Your anesthesia seems to be working really well. I really can't feel it anymore."

"That's okay." The doctor heard the words and nodded reassuringly, then quickly pinched the masked man's cheeks with one hand, and put the other hand into the masked man's mouth, and removed the masked man's mouth. The poison sac was taken out.

"What are you?!" The masked man looked at the doctor's actions and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I just saw it. Is this in your mouth a poison sac?"

"When I perform surgery, I always check whether the patient has any prohibited items. Yours is obviously a bit excessive."

"...Put it back for me." The masked man said coldly.

"That won't work. What if you grit your teeth in pain and burst the poison sac, and accidentally die here? I don't want you to be a stain on my career."

"Then finish the operation quickly!" the masked man urged.

"Don't worry, the effects of the medicine haven't worn off yet." The doctor said, took out a rope, tied the masked man's body tightly to the operating table, and then pressed a button.

Behind the operating table, a downward step instantly appeared, and the doctor pushed the operating table into the basement.

"What are you doing?!" the masked man couldn't help but ask. "Do I still need to tie a rope for surgery?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I need an operation here." The doctor said, cleaning his gloves with water, and then picked up the scalpel.

The scalpel and lenses reflected white light, making the masked man feel a chill in his heart.

"You...you just said you have to wait for the medicine to wear off before doing the surgery. What do you mean? And why did you push me into the basement?"

"Let me answer your last question first." The doctor said, showing a professional smile. "I'm trying to protect your privacy because you're actually a killer, right?"

The masked man was shocked.

"Then, I'll answer your previous question."

"The reason why you have to wait until the effects of the medicine wear off is because after the effects of the medicine wear off, you will feel pain."

"When the time comes, when I'm interrogating you, I won't

It would be so troublesome. "

As he said this, "Doctor"'s voice gradually turned cold.

"Although I am entrusted by others, I am still quite good at human anatomy. I know how to cut the flesh so that you will not die but will be very painful."

"When the time comes, you'd better not say anything, so that I can see your blood vessels clearly one by one and deepen my understanding of the human body..."

"You...you! Who are you!?" The masked man suddenly became frightened, and even his voice was trembling.

It's not that he didn't try to struggle, but not to mention that he lost an arm and was very weak.

He just drank the anesthetic potion and couldn't control his body at all. He couldn't resist even if he wanted to.

"You should have some idea of ​​who I am now, right?" the doctor said, approaching the masked man with a scalpel. "Although I am usually an ordinary doctor, I occasionally receive tasks from nobles to help them interrogate suspects."

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot. The anesthetic solution only numbed the sensation below your neck. You still have feelings in your head, right?" With that said, the doctor gently patted the masked man's cheek with his scalpel. .

The cold touch of the scalpel came, and the masked man couldn't help but shiver.

Then, he let out a painful cry.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

His right ear was cut off directly, and blood spurted out because the blood vessels on the ear were hit.

"I'm sorry. When I'm interrogating, I pay more attention to the prisoners' consciousness. If I don't take the initiative to speak out, I think it's challenging my authority." The doctor said this, wiping the blood on the scalpel with his hand. Then he looked at the masked man.