This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 46: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

Chu Yan clearly wasn’t asking about that, but it seemed there was no need to pursue the question any further.

While Chu Yan was still busy, Eve conveyed the master’s intentions for the last time:

“This contract magic will expire on its own in a year. Please, Mr. Chu Yan, strive hard in your cultivation, be diligent and enterprising, and do not neglect yourself. Be prepared to protect yourself as soon as possible.

Otherwise, after a year, Lady Aveline will gain her freedom, and her revenge will not be constrained by our master.”

“?!,” Chu Yan panicked.

He knew it was a trap!

*

The spatial fluctuation came again, and Chu Yan appeared from the spatial rift with Aveline.

Curiously, there were no restraints on Aifalin, only her exquisite gown was in disarray, drenched in sweat, and her expression somewhat distraught.

She glared fiercely at Chu Yan, yet was unable to muster any strength.

Lan Wei had been confined all this while, and upon seeing his wife emerge unscathed, he was overjoyed as if he had been redeemed.

“Aifalin, quickly take action and kill these people, they have murdered our flesh and blood child!”

The golden-haired lady’s gaze shifted to her husband, her mental state slightly hysterical, as she let out an inexplicable cold laugh.

“Useless!”

A massive pitch-black dragon claw materialized, its sharp nails like ice crystals.

Feeling the oppressive force of the dragonkin’s innate magic, Nancy braced herself for a formidable foe.

But the dragon claw was aimed only at Lan Wei, crushing his body with a single swipe.

An A-class male magician was reduced to a blur of blood and flesh in the blink of an eye, becoming a splatter of tomato sauce.

Until his death, Lan Wei could not understand why his wife would strike him down.

Author’s note: The update is late, this is two chapters combined, for a better reading experience.

Chapter 46: The Second Reconstruction of Paradise City

Paradise City temporarily returned to tranquility.

The time bomb planted by Connie’s death had exploded completely, culminating in the demise of Lan Wei, an A-class magician.

The outskirts of Paradise City, as well as a significant portion of the inner city, were affected, reduced to ruins beyond repair.

It seemed that all that could be done was to rebuild.

But this reconstruction should be much easier.

Thanks to the connection with the Black Ice Dragonkin, and with Eve’s assistance, the wealth stored by the Dead Sea ability was transferred into Chu Yan’s account.

Chu Yan had long abandoned lowly pleasures and had no interest in money. The happiest moments in life were when his guardian occasionally rewarded him with some pocket money.

Thus, all this money was used for the reconstruction.

Moreover, with Aifalin, a “slave” by his side, Chu Yan could leverage her connections to bring in many workers, craftsmen, and scholars to aid in the reconstruction and fortification of Paradise City.

How to put it, without Aifalin, it would have been impossible for Chu Yan to gather these people, as this was not a matter that money could solve.

In this world, artisans with special skills and scholars with profound knowledge are inevitably part of circles attached to certain influential figures, and they are not lacking in money.

Without the direct protection of Welin in the Dragonflame family, indeed, he could not mobilize the family’s craftsmen, and the old folks from the family’s trials by the Dead Sea would certainly intervene.

Looking at it this way, did the Black Ice Dragonkin send him a huge airdrop?

Even if Lady Rosta did it to eliminate dissenters, benefiting him, a Red Demon Dragonkin, was too much like “casting pearls before swine.”

But as a Dragonkin, he could vaguely understand Rosta’s dilemma. A powerful Dragonkin like Aifalin was too precious to kill, as it would directly weaken the overall strength of the Black Ice Dragonkin.

Therefore, standing from the high ranks of the Black Ice Dragonkin, Rosta, despite her dislike for Aifalin, could not simply kill her and be done with it. She was not ready to stand against the entire clan of her own kin, unless Aifalin had crossed the line.

“This is clearly using your family, drawing hatred onto you, not allowing you to kill Aifalin, and also reducing one enemy for Rosta on her side, such a ruthless scheme!”

Janet pondered over the captive Eveline from a merchant’s perspective.

She feared Rosetta more than Eveline, the powerful dragon-blooded sorceress.

“Perhaps we should just kill her. She’s the last unresolved threat since the Connie Chase incident.”

Shanoa was on constant alert, truly uneasy.

This noble sorceress, now a prisoner, hadn’t directly harmed the Dead Sea borderlands, but if she were to cause trouble in the future, it would be far worse than the problems Lanwei brought.

“Can you even defeat her now? My contract magic with her doesn’t include the power to dispose of her life, so Eveline can fight back if her life is threatened,”

Chu Yan asked helplessly.

Eveline, bound by the contract, couldn’t act freely, struggling to use magic even against civilians. But if she did act, it would be like breaking her seal.

“We’re not outmatched by an A-rank, but the cost would indeed be higher.”

Janet disliked being outdone in terms of presence, especially now that Eveline was a slave.

And to the Dead Sea’s forbidden ones, an A-rank wasn’t an unbeatable enemy.

“Sigh~”

Nancy, who had been quiet, sighed. Having followed Velyn for years, she knew well the potential mother-son relationship between Rosetta and Chu Yan, so she wasn’t particularly wary of Eveline.

This woman was likely a “bodyguard” sent by Rosetta to protect Chu Yan from ill-intentioned members of the Dragonflame family, and to use Eveline’s crisis to force Chu Yan to strengthen himself.

It was indeed in Rosetta’s nature, the one who least tolerated Velyn’s indulgence of Chu Yan’s idleness.

At the moment, Nancy found the forbidden ones’ paranoid speculations and precautions against Eveline somewhat amusing.

But Nancy wondered, there were many types of slave contracts, which one had Rosetta used for Eveline…?

“It’s time to rest, Janet. You haven’t rested at all today.”

The inscrutable female officer arrived, knocking and entering, dutifully acting as a “sleep alarm,” now even coming to the lord’s level to summon people.

The discussion naturally came to a temporary close.

Janet waved goodbye, muttering as she left the room:

“Maybe I should tidy up a room on the lord’s level too, there are quite a few empty ones.”

Chu Yan instructed Shanoa to rest well, as he planned to discuss church matters with Nancy.

Just stepping out of the room, Nancy exclaimed:

“Who would’ve thought, you’re so familiar with the forbidden ones here. But how come that forbidden one named Shanoa has a better room than you, the lord?”

Chu Yan couldn’t let his aunt know about his constant cohabitation with Shanoa.

After the fierce battle a few days ago, Chu Yan had been sleeping in the guest room previously used by the executioner.

During that time, Shanoa seemed to have considered explaining the situation to Nancy to get Chu Yan back to the lord’s bedroom, but Chu Yan stopped her.

Chu Yan cleared his throat guiltily, saying:

“Cough cough, when I first arrived, this was an abandoned floor. Shanoa cleaned up the room herself, how could I have the heart to take over her hard work?”

“Is that so?”

Nancy didn’t seem to care, or perhaps she noticed something but couldn’t be bothered to delve deeper.

Chu Yan led his drowsy aunt to sit down. Nancy’s dark circles were profound, her eyelids drooping like dead fish eyes, which was a waste of her delicate features.

Her neat maid outfit clashed with her lazy, languid demeanor, creating a somewhat comical effect.

“Aunt Nancy, do you know how to break magic spells? Have you dealt with the Sanctuary of Precepts before?”

“You’re asking about my attitude towards these tabooed ones, aren’t you?”

The woman couldn’t stand Chu Yan’s tentative probing. She preferred him to be more direct, to cut down on unnecessary talk, get straight to the point, and save energy.

“Yes…”

Chu Yan felt a twinge of embarrassment as if his ulterior motives were seen through.

“I don’t have any particular attitude. I’m no longer with the Sanctuary of Precepts, and the tabooed ones bear no malice towards me, which is enough. Besides, this is the Prison Castle of the Dead Sea. Could I possibly complain about the tabooed ones being an eyesore here?”

“Exactly, meow!”

Running to the men’s restroom and then complaining about the men being in the way – indeed, no one would do such a thing.

Just as Chu Yan was about to inquire about the nuns on the second floor, a crisp call from Dula came from the window.

“Lord Brother, the scholars you mentioned have arrived!” Dula stood in the courtyard, waving her little hands and shouting loudly.

These scholars, brought in through Chu Yan’s connections with Efarin, were here to see if these learned individuals could find a way to repair the magic formation.

At the very least, they could offer an alternative plan, which was crucial for the safety of the tabooed ones.

Stabilizing their power and reducing the chances of losing control was the top priority at the moment.

If they could find a way to eliminate the drawbacks of the tabooed ones losing control, they would truly be invincible!

“Auntie, why don’t you lie down for a while? I’ll go and put those scholars to work, and then I’ll come back up to find you.”

“Alright, go ahead, ha~”

Nancy yawned and lay down, swaying slightly.

Chapter 47: Countdown to Death?

Chu Yan met with the leader of the scholars.

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This group of seasoned scholars came from Noah’s Academy, the most prestigious academy on the continent, bar none.

Other academies were merely “talent screening institutions” for Noah’s Academy, and only the most outstanding students were fortunate enough to have the opportunity to exchange there.

It can be said that all the famous powerhouses, whether they dabble in physics or magic, have had a stint at this academy.