This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 15

“You still haven’t massaged my thighs, don’t slack off.”

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“I’m tired, I’ll do it later.”

“If you try to weasel out of massaging me, I’ll dock you three days.”

“……That’s too much.”

On the bed, Xianuo Ya and Chu Yan lay sprawled out like two salted fish, haphazardly strewed about.

Aside from lying flat, their bodies rested, but Chu Yan’s mind was still pondering his own trials.

“Xianuo Ya, is there a way to change the situation of the upper and lower districts of Paradise City?”

The slums could exist as the first line of defense by the sea, but they shouldn’t become residential areas, that’s almost like living in a tiger’s den.

Too dangerous!

Under such conditions, for the children of the slums to grow up safely is already a grace from Lady Luck.

Xianuo Ya turned over and lay down, her ample, proud chest softly swaying as she said earnestly:

“It’s difficult, the harsh environment is becoming increasingly severe, the side with power, their rule is becoming more dominant, and the people of the slums are always in a state of being protected.

Even if they were to move into the wealthy district, their status wouldn’t change in the slightest, this isn’t just simple oppression by the nobility.”

To speak a more truthful word, the Dead Sea border is not suitable for ordinary people to live.

Here, if ordinary people do not awaken powerful forces, their status will inevitably fall to the bottom.

It’s not realistic to declare an elevation in the status of the slums with just a burst of passion.

Chu Yan also understood this point, sighing:

“It’s just a pity, it’s difficult for the people here to integrate with the outside.”

In the outside world, just hearing someone is from the Dead Sea border naturally brings a wary eye.

Because that is a place where sin and taboo run rampant, how good can the morals of those born there be?

Rather than waiting for theft, murder, and the like to occur and then investigate, it’s better to reject them from the start.

Moreover, there’s a rumor that people from the Dead Sea border carry a taint from the deep sea, which easily triggers mutations in monsters, leading to unimaginable crises.

Looking at existing cases, this is not an unfounded rumor, as civilians who have escaped from several forbidden exile lands have caused monster mutations in the areas they hide.

Without an identity certificate from the outside world, the people of the Dead Sea are like rats crossing the street, shunned everywhere.

But if they forge an identity certificate, the people of the Dead Sea become the Pied Piper of Hamelin, bringing danger wherever they go.

……

After a long rest, Chu Yan continued to work.

His task was to lead the executioner around outside, send her off, and then he could start the next phase of his trial.

Leaving the wealthy district, the desolate and bleak scenery invaded their sight, the ebb and flow of the waves composing an eternal melody.

Here, life and hope are but fleeting, only the silence of death endures forever.

The people residing in the slums cast curious glances at the executioner and her entourage, but dared not look directly, fearing to offend or provoke.

As Chu Yan walked, he asked, “Madam Executioner, how long do you plan to stay here?”

The dragon-headed lady calmly replied:

“We will also inspect other corners of the Dead Sea border. Don’t worry about us; we won’t linger in Elysium City for too long.”

“Do you need me to accompany you?”

Chu Yan spoke as if he knew the place well, but in reality, he had never been to the front lines where the noble soldiers faced the demons.

“No need. If Lord Chu accompanies us, it would delay your precious trial time.”

After Maid Yu Fei finished speaking, she bowed deeply, thanking him for his kindness.

The trio walked for a while and arrived near a vast wasteland. The demons that ran out from the sea hid in the mudflats, sneaky and cunning, occasionally revealing their movements.

Suddenly, from the calmest and driest mudflat, a man burst forth.

In one hand, he held a strangely deformed short sword, and in the other, a skull artifact imbued with flames.

The attacker’s spearhead was aimed directly at Chu Yan, who was closest.

Maid Yu Fei was momentarily stunned; she hadn’t expected that the Dead Sea mudflat could conceal one’s presence, but her reaction was swift. She constructed a shield in an instant, blocking the sword strike.

Where the deformed short sword struck, there was no sign of the shield breaking, but it had inexplicably weakened somewhat.

“Sir, be careful of that weapon!”

Chu Yan had already counterattacked immediately, but he hadn’t expected the executioner’s counterattack to be even quicker and more powerful!

Magic condensed into poison needles, instantly piercing the attacker’s joints.

His body lost control of its movements, his fingers unwillingly forced open, the weapon dropped, and he slapped himself hard enough to knock out his teeth.

—Clearly, this was a gesture controlled by the lady executioner.

Even Maid Yu Fei looked stern, shocked by the strength of the Purple Poison Dragonkin!

In actual combat, just a scratch from Tiffany would allow the magic toxin to instantly take control of the enemy’s body.

The executioner, with her s*xy and assertive stride, walked up to the man, kicked him five or six meters away with a cold laugh, and asked:

“Are you here to attack the lord?”

Yu Fei thought this was inappropriate, compromising their position and risking exposure. She quickly explained:

“My lord, the executioner believes that this strange weapon exceeds the difficulty of a normal trial. The loss of any dragonkin is a significant loss.”

Chu Yan was more concerned about something else: “Will this affect my score?”

An assassination attempt on the lord, in a sense, signifies a loss of control in security management.

Yu Fei: “……”

At such a time, you’re still concerned about this?

Chu Yan’s gaze fell on the artifact; he recognized it as something the children had used to burn trash before.

“Uh… Madam Executioner, may I beg you to spare his life? I wish to interrogate him and find out who is behind this.”

…

On this day, Jeannette gazed at the dull sky, engaging in her routine leisure activity—clearing her mind.

She sat in the courtyard in front of the lord’s castle when suddenly she heard a call—it was Dula and the others!

“Dula, how did you all end up here? Come in quickly, before the soldiers spot you.”

Several children rushed in, babbling incoherently:

“Womek brother… he attacked the lord… he took the flaming skull…”

“What?!”

…

Pigo Manor.

The baron, bloated like a mountain of flesh, was savoring fruits.

The butler approached, delivering good news.

“Those filthy weapons, along with the children, have been exposed to the Executioner’s eyes.”

“Good! With such a scandal, the young lord’s trial has turned into a farce. It’s time to pressure Jeannette now. If she doesn’t want those children to get into trouble, she’d better stop supporting the young lord.”

Baron Pigo laughed heartily, then thought of the fools who undertook the assassination task, scoffing:

“Typical of the slums, their brains don’t work well. Forging residency certificates for them? Once they’re gone, who will do all the dirty, tiring work!”

Chapter 14: The Path on the Ashen Ground

Jeannette’s mood grew heavy.

The essence of the filthy weapons was the instrumental use of those taboo powers, or more directly, the misuse and amplification of forbidden forces as recognized universally.

Moreover, these weapons tainted with the stench of pollution also posed a circulating threat outside.

They were absolute contraband that could summon the Discipline Squad!

Therefore, under no circumstances could she allow the Executioner to see these weapons.

But before that, the act of assassination in front of the Executioner, that was sheer folly.

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