The Legendary Pseudo-villain

"Whose murder are you planning first thing in the morning?" The woman asked and she didn't sound like she was joking as she sighed, however, Hecathe still laughed as he heard her 

"There is someone who seems to be very eager to get killed by me," Hecathe spoke up with an amused tone as he informed, "But you don't know him. He's trapped in what appears to be an eggshell." 

The woman frowned as she heard this answer that had only managed to make her more concerned about her new tenant. 

"Is that a metaphor?" She asked in worry but Hecathe shook his head as a response.

"Don't worry about it. I don't plan on murdering anyone today," Hecathe added with a chuckle as he clearly noticed the worry reflected on her face. 

Her eyes narrowed down on the man and she didn't look to be very convinced however she still went into the kitchen and brought back a knife for Hecathe. 

Hecathe smiled as he grabbed the knife and thanked the women before turning and walking back up the stairs. 

The landlady couldn't help but be even more worried as she saw this. 

"Does he plan on murdering the other tenant?" She muttered under her breath as she questioned but there was naturally nobody there to give her a definite answer. 

Just when she thought Hecathe had left, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. 

"What's for breakfast, by the way?" Hecathe questioned urgently making it seem as if the reason why he urgently turned around and came back down was to simply ask this question. 

The woman gulped and blinked in surprise as she took a minute to respond, "Breakfast would be served soon... Do you have anything special that you would like to eat?" 

Hecathe smiled as he heard that latter question, "Chicken sandwiches, please."

The landlady was a bit surprised to hear this since there weren't many people that would like to eat chicken sandwiches in the morning itself but she still smiled as she nodded in understanding and responded, "Got it. I'll make some delicious chicken sandwiches for you." 

"Then I'll thank you for it," Hecathe nodded as he turned around once again and headed up the stairs, back to his room. 

"You seem to be getting along well with him," It was Zail who commented as he saw this entire exchange. 

The landlady turned to look at him and chuckled as she nodded her head, "Of course we have to get along well. If you need to get something out of someone, you need to first treat them right so that they can trust you." 

"To get something out?" Zail repeated the woman's words as his misunderstanding of the situation deepened. 

For him, it sounded as if this woman was deeply in love with Hecathe and would do anything to get him.

Such determination... He kinda admired it. 

"Do you want chicken sandwiches as well?" The woman asked him and Zail thought about it for a minute before sighing. 

"Just make me the everyday breakfast. It won't be special anymore if you make it for everyone." Zail mutter the latter half under his breath, however, the woman was still able to hear it, but although she heard it, she was unable to understand the meaning behind it. 

"Okay," The landlady tilted her head in confusion before nodding as she responded in understanding. 

"And remember that I'll always be here to help you," Zail added with a determined tone and the landlady blinked in confusion. 

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Hecathe went back to his room with a knife in hand. 

After hearing the auctioneer explain the first step in cooking the egg, the Dorgon inside was thoroughly scared to suddenly see Hecathe approaching him with a knife. 

"M-Master, please don't be impulsive! Let's think of a way out of this together!" The Dorgon immediately spoke up with a terrified tone. 

"No need," Hecathe sharply responded in turn, "I've already thought about it." 

"Master, you're going to regret it!" The Dorgon cried out in worry, however, it sounded somewhat threatening. 

"I don't like being threatened. Haven't I already told you that?" Hecathe questioned with a frown on his face as he raised the knife higher and positioned himself in front of the egg with the intention to break it. 

"Master! Please spare me!" The Dorgon cried out, pleading for Hecathe to have some mercy but Hecathe only blinked in confusion as he wondered what this Dorgon was thinking about. 

Before the Dorgon could say anything more, Hecathe took a sharp breath in and used his strength to use the knife on the shell. 

The Dorgon was sure that he was probably going to die today, however, what came next was truly an unexpected surprise for him. 

Hecathe controlled the strength he used and when the knife pierced the outer shell, Hecathe stopped himself from pushing any deeper. 

"Eh?" The Dorgon was panting heavily as he muttered in confusion. 

"Now there is a hole. It might be easier for you to get out," Hecathe spoke up as he retreated the knife ad threw it aside on the table. 

The Dorgon was confused and shocked at first so it was only natural that the creature didn't dare move even after hearing this. 

"What is it?" Hecathe frowned as he questioned, "Do you want me to do everything for you? This is all I'm helping you with. You better do the rest on your own." 

"..." 

"Didn't I say I wanted you out of there by today? Did you think I was joking?" Hecathe added as he sharply questioned. 

The Dorgon gulped as he felt a little relieved that he was still alive. 

"Yes, Master!" The little Dorgon exclaimed immediately as he moved around a little and once again tried to come out of the eggshell. 

Hecathe sighed as he walked over towards his suitcase and took out Alphius's diary. 

He leisurely sat down in front of the table and opened the diary to an empty page before taking out a pen and writing down everything that had happened yesterday.