[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Casually glanced at the people in the tavern.

The tavern in the small village is full of rude and ignorant peasants, drinking bad ale, telling vulgar and silly jokes, and there is a gaudy waitress who shuttles around to pour drinks, but if someone sneaks up on her Ass, she put down the plate and cursed fiercely, making the man laugh bitterly.

Riddle looked back boredly, and found that Fiona was watching with relish. Her eyes fell on the sturdy woman, and there was an inexplicable look in her eyes.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 35."

Riddle: "..."

His meticulous care is at the same level as that waitress?

Riddle looked at the woman carefully again.

Wearing rough to slightly comical makeup, she looks pretty, but the vicissitudes of her brows and the vicissitudes of life make her beauty full of cheapness and frivolity, her expression is between flattery and impatience, so superficial that you can see it at a glance in the end.

He still didn't see anything special about this woman, so he asked, "Is there anything about her?"

Fiona looked away and continued stuffing food into her mouth mechanically.

"Nothing." She replied perfunctorily.

Riddle: "..." I really want to hit someone.

He smiled and took a hard bite of the bread.

At this moment, someone pushed the door open again, and the atmosphere in the tavern changed abruptly. Both Riddle and Fiona looked up at the door sensitively.

An old man who was slightly hunched, but still tried his best to straighten his back, walked in slowly. He was wearing a neat but somewhat out-of-date evening dress, and he was smoking a pipe. Whether it was his slow pace or his majestic expression, he revealed a sense of Deliberately exaggerate your posturing.

Riddle narrowed his eyes and his smile faded away.

The old man walked through the crowd, and people greeted him warmly along the way.

"Master Riddle, good evening."

"Master, why did you come out in such a cold day?"

"Master Riddle, I have whiskey here, would you like a glass?"

Riddle's surname and master's title aroused Riddle's nerves, his lips were drawn into two tight parallel lines, and he watched the old man arrogantly ignoring the flattery of the people around him, and walked to the bar with a cane forward.

The tavern owner said courteously, "Master Riddle, what would you like?"

"Have a glass of gin, Gordon's." The old man said coldly and reservedly.

Riddle noticed that Fiona's eyes were turning back and forth between the old man and himself, and without thinking about it, she knew that she began to conceive various scripts for them in her mind.

Although he has gotten used to her style, but on this occasion, facing that person, he still doesn't want to be her character in the play.

"Don't eat yet?" Riddle lightly tapped the table with his fingers, his calm voice hinted at dissuasion, "The soup is going to be cold."

Fiona shook her head, "No more, I'll take two sips of ginger beer."

Riddle handed her the glass, watching her wrinkle her face, and reluctantly forced herself to lick the liquid in the glass twice.

Even though it was non-alcoholic, the pungent taste of ginger made her stick out her tongue out of the wine glass.

This childish gesture made Riddle smile.

Fiona gave him a fluffy look.

Someone over there was talking to the old Riddle, "It's too bad to go out in this weather, Mr. Riddle. Isn't there enough wine in your wine cellar for you to drink? The wine here is not as good as the ones in your collection."

The speaker looked respectable among this group of people, so he had some confidence to chat and laugh with old Riddle.

But old Riddle didn't give him face, and said "Yes" indifferently.

The person who spoke to him couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

He laughed meaningfully and said: "You came out, what about your son—Master Riddle? Could it be that you ran out to drink because you couldn't snatch him in the wine cellar?"

Old Riddle tapped his pipe and said coldly, "Your farm's income this year is not very good, Nelson, instead of caring about my wine cellar, you should care about whether you can afford to buy feed for next year."

The man was completely irritated, snorted, and mocked: "I'm really not interested in your wine cellar, but I am very interested in your son's marital status. Is Tom planning to be a bachelor for the rest of his life? I heard that he is now Can't see any women? It's too bad, the Riddles are still waiting for the next heir. But maybe the woman he eloped with is pregnant with his seed? Do you want to find it? Whatever it is Weird bloodline, after all, it's the bloodline of the Riddle family."

Old Riddle's face changed suddenly, he stood up abruptly, stared fiercely at the person opposite, growled and growled: "Shut your stinky mouth, you stupid, lowly villager, my son didn't talk to anyone The woman eloped, and nothing disgusting was done. He was kidnapped by robbers! He would only say those crazy words when he was frightened! If you dare to slander my son and the reputation of the Riddle family, I will ask the police to detain you for three months, and then send you to forced labor!"

As the squire of this small village, he obviously has such a status and the right to speak. The man on the opposite side flinched, realizing that he couldn't get cheap in front of him, so he stopped holding back and smiled tactfully.

"I'm just kidding, Master Riddle, don't be angry, this glass of wine is my treat, okay?"

"Forget it, don't empty out the last few coins in your pocket!"

Old Riddle was not in the mood to drink any more, he glared at him sullenly, then scanned the surrounding spectators as a warning, and left the tavern quickly, stamping his cane.

A few seconds after the door of the tavern was slammed shut, laughter erupted in the tavern enough to blow off the roof.

Those who were still complimenting him just now laughed and laughed.

"See his face? It's about the same as the prosciutto I'm eating."

"Old Riddle is getting old too, don't faint."

"Mr. Nelson, you have to watch out for him raising taxes on your farm."

Knowing that he had offended Old Riddle, the man simply put on a stance in front of everyone, and said sarcastically, "Since he dares to walk out of his imposing village, he must be mentally prepared to hear words that are not to his liking— —I'm not gloating, Tom has become a crazy and rough alcoholic, if the Riddle family can't find an heir, it will be a waste of old Riddle's hard work all his life."

Everyone laughed again, holding him in their arms and echoing a few words.

Riddle and Fiona in the corner were relatively silent.

Riddle felt that bringing Fiona might have been the wrong decision.He has accepted the frustrating fact that she knew who he was and had invisibly manipulated his school days, but he can't accept the fact that he is denied and disgusted by his closest relatives—even though he feels the same way about them— — the scene was nakedly exposed in front of her.

He didn't know what she was thinking in her heart now, but he felt a deep shame and hatred himself.

"Ding. Add 30 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 65."

Riddle: "..." Huh?

The anger value in the charge is suddenly interrupted.

He looked at Fiona inexplicably, she was looking at him quietly, her eyes were strangely focused, and she seemed to be contemplating something.

To be sure, she was not naively sympathizing with him, but it was really hard for him to fathom what kind of thoughts she was turning.

Moreover, will her favorability fluctuate too much tonight?Can one person's likes and dislikes for another really bounce back and forth like this?

The brewing emotions were interrupted, and Riddle's mood was not so manic and violent, but he was vengeful by nature, and the word "disgusting bastard" touched his minefield. After suffering such humiliation, he must take revenge. Feel at ease.

In fact, he originally wanted the Riddle family to live a little longer—as a food reserve for the basilisk.Now it seems that God also thinks that they are not worthy of enjoying a mediocre life.

After thinking about it, Riddle said to Fiona: "You wait here for a while, I will find a place to live tonight."

Fiona looked at him for a while, then smiled knowingly, "Okay."

Riddle didn't care if she saw through her intentions, she wouldn't stop him or get annoyed with him anyway, and she couldn't be happier to watch a scene.

He quickly returned to Gaunt's old house, woke up the reluctant basilisk, led it around the village and climbed up the opposite hillside, and entered the wealthy Riddle Mansion with the opening spell.

When passing the garden, the gardener, who is very sensitive to sound, noticed the movement and walked out of the cabin to check. Before he could yell out, he died in horror under the eyes of the basilisk.

He walked into the main building without stopping to look out of the corner of his eye.

Old Riddle's place was easy to find, because he was cursing angrily and venting his unhappiness in the tavern, while old Mrs. Riddle was wiping tears with her handkerchief.

Riddle knocked politely on the door, and the old couple turned their heads in surprise.

"Good evening." He said with a slight smile, suddenly remembered Fiona's "pretentious" evaluation, put away his smile again, and said with a blank face, "I asked you last time, hurry up Time, you die again."

"You..." Old Riddle's eyes widened in shock, and when he wanted to say something, he saw the snake's head emerging from behind Riddle.

The old Riddles fell to the ground silently with their frightened eyes open.

One more.

Riddle thought for a while, he had lived here for a while, so he recalled the layout without much effort, turned and walked to the second floor.

Before the tavern was about to close, Riddle finally