Is the Evil God Me?

"Reasonable…"

Yefne instinctively felt that something was wrong, but according to the transaction rules of the Beyonder world, what Emister said was correct and reasonable.

"After a while, it will be the annoying autumn hunt. During the autumn hunt, Mr. Lynn can come and follow me for a day. My request is nothing more than that." The countess proposed a somewhat unexpected bargaining chip.

From a transactional point of view, this makes sense.

It is a small favor for both parties, and it is exactly what each other needs.

"Autumn Hunt?"

Lynn quickly remembered what the so-called autumn hunting day was. It was a festival for nobles to hunt near the autumn harvest, mainly to praise the [Mother Goddess of Harvest]. Since its evolution, Qiu Hunting has become an important social festival, mainly among the powerful and wealthy businessmen.

It is not difficult to guess that the countess made this request as an excuse to refuse harassment.

Otherwise, during the autumn hunt, Your Excellency Emiste will definitely be harassed by the suitors and will explode in her mind. With a reasonable excuse, she would be able to kick out some guys who didn't know how to feel good about themselves, so she didn't need to meet.

Lynn understood immediately, no wonder the countess seemed to like him so eagerly.

It's all about acting!

"is this OK?"

Yefne hesitated. She was thinking about whether this would be a good thing for Lynn. Being a countess is not an easy excuse, you have to convince others, don't you?

"Why not? Aren't you very excited, Miss Yefni?" Amiste let out a cheerful, itchy laugh. This beautiful woman with a good mood seemed to be proud of her excellent performance, Yefne said. If you just believed it, the other fools will surely believe it too.

As long as most people are willing to believe, then the lie will become the truth.

The countess has seen too many such things.

The most absurd thing is the marigold swindle started by a group of businessmen in the Goen Kingdom a few years ago. A few humble businessmen and a small nobleman actually turned marigold into a luxury item. When it was crazy, it reached the price of ten gold pounds per plant. It even indirectly affected the financial market of Albion, and was urgently issued by the official policy for flower supervision.

Don't people know that it's a money-making scam?

No, most of them know that. It's just that they feel that it is not their turn to bear the consequences of this scam that has been coaxed up, and it is no problem to make a fortune and run away before it collapses. As a result, everyone who thinks this way is ruthlessly pushed into the **** created by greed when they think about throwing it up a little more.

It is said that during that time, bankrupt people often jumped on the unfinished Goen Tower.

"Since Your Excellency the Count has already selected the trading chips, of course I have no opinion." Lynn nodded helplessly. He felt that when he and Emist met for the first time, she was already acting. Just to make myself a reasonable excuse.

"Then the two of you can enjoy afternoon tea first. I'll go to the study first, and the steward will inform you when I'm ready."

The countess stood up gracefully and gave Yefne and Lynn space to communicate. Her conservative but fiery body slipped past Lynn's nose amid the fluttering of her white dress. Before leaving the flower pavilion, she took a veiled glance at the cup that Lynn had used and had no lip prints. Licking his lips.

Inexplicably, Lin En felt that his tongue was a little numb, and he secretly scolded this plump and juicy mature woman as a bone-eating fairy.

Amiste, always easily stirred up the fire in Lynn's heart.

After the countess left the flower pavilion, Yefne looked at Lynn and hesitated, but when Lynn saw it, she immediately spoke up.

"Captain, this is a reasonable deal. I will not forget my identity."

"That's not what I'm worried about. Your Excellency Emister is still reputable..." Yephne shook her head unexpectedly, and then she said what she was really worried about. "... She is very fond of research on the Extraordinary. I suspect that she may have inquired about you, so she is really curious about you."

Yefne said it very implicitly, but Lynn's face was still a little stiff.

As expected, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky in this world. Does the emotional countess still want to study him? Sure enough, except for Sister Sophia, other women are greedy for him.

"thanks."

While Lynn complained in his heart, his eyes were soft and glowing when he looked at Yefne. He could feel Yefni's sincere love for him just now. As a subordinate, Lynn is of course not a rebellious boy who doesn't know what to do. He is very heart-warming for the team leader's maintenance.

People are made up of a combination of sensibility and rationality. Who doesn't want someone to support and trust him unconditionally when he is in trouble. When I was working hard, my boss had clear rewards and punishments, and protecting the calf was the first.

If Lynn had such a boss before crossing, he wouldn't have run away with a bucket.

He picked up the teacup subconsciously and sniffed the fragrant and charming aroma of nectar tea. This time, Lynn really had to taste its taste. The smell is very strong, but the taste is very light and sweet, like silk and satin, it spreads from the base of the tongue to the whole mouth, and the fragrance is difficult to dissipate for a long time.

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While Lynn and Yefne were enjoying afternoon tea served by the Earl in the luxurious manor outside Chengwai, in the stench of the sewage, Mr. Bill was having a friendly exchange with a bald man with tattoos.

The so-called friendship is that two patrolmen with thick waists and round shoulders carry batons, UU reading www. uukanshu. com pressed the gang leader who usually charged protection fees and chopped the fingers of poor ghosts without changing his face, in front of a water tank. From the bald and wet upper body, the choking nose, and the terrified eyes, it is not difficult to see how terrified he is at the moment, Bill, who is sitting on the side with a pocket watch.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, this has no intention of cooperation."

Mr. Squint smacked his lips and shook his head, and his fingers moved to the button on the top of the pocket watch.

"Wait! Wait! I really don't know, I don't know what's going on with that **** corpse. We don't dare to care if the dead move! Please! Show kindness!"

Bill smiled and pressed the button.

The next moment, the two patrolmen rudely pushed their bald heads into the turbid water tank, and the horrified screams of the gang leader soon turned into grunting choking sounds. He was struggling like a crucian carp coming ashore.

One minute and thirty seconds later, Bill pressed the button again.

With a squeak, the bald head was pulled out of the water before he choked to death. He was breathing greedily with a big mouth, and his eyes were full of fear for Bill.

"I said, you have to give me something. As for the rules here, I don't care." Bill tilted his head with his legs crossed. "In addition, I like playing games with tough guys. The last one lasted ten rounds with me. I sincerely hope you can surpass him."

Smiling Bill put his finger on the button again.

"No, no! Stop it! I'll tell you, I can give you a name, he's the one in charge of buying and selling the corpses... uh! Gululugulu..."

With the bald head desperately begging for mercy, Bill pressed the button without any fluctuation. Having dealt with these bugs for a long time, Bill knew that the next time he pulled him out of the water, the other party would not dare to hide the tattoos on his wife's buttocks.