This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 6: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

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Now, the taboo bearers in the lord’s castle were powerful enough to suppress the severe situation of the Dead Sea borderlands, and Baron Pigot truly did not mind releasing a taboo bearer.

Because it would not affect the stability of the entire region, and since Shanoa had just arrived not long ago, there was indeed some room for maneuver.

“That’s none of your concern, Mr. Pigot. This is a matter family for the Lowellan family, I just hope you can be straightforward.”

“Don’t play coy with me, surely monsters have appeared within your territory again, and with your current strength, it’s difficult to cope, so you want to bring Shanoa back.

But things aren’t as simple as you think. These are the fallen ones, exiled here for touching the taboo, despised by all the righteous forces of the continent.

Mr. John, you’re asking me, a minor baron, to release a knight who has fallen to the taboo, the pressure is immense!”

A moment ago, the leisurely Baron Pigot now took out a handkerchief, his face troubled and nervously wiping sweat.

John’s expression darkened as he said:

“Then state your terms clearly!”

Baron Pigot stood up, touched the large treasure chest, took out a gold coin, bit it at the edge of his mouth, and said:

“I need to add one more box; it would greatly ease my pressure.”

“Alright, I’ll withdraw the money. I hope Baron Pigo doesn’t change his mind at the last minute!”

John had no choice but to leave first.

Stepping out of the mansion, he cursed:

“That insatiable fat pig, always resorting to such tactics. Good thing I came prepared with two boxes of treasure.”

The primary premise of negotiating is not to reveal your bottom line too soon.

John’s bottom line for bringing back Shanoa was indeed two boxes of treasure, but he initially only revealed one.

Baron Pigo’s price hike was still within his acceptable range.

……

Baron Pigo, having struck a deal, was in high spirits and ready to visit the pleasure house for some fun.

Assisted by his butler, he climbed into the carriage. As soon as he sat down, the carriage shook under the weight of his corpulent body.

But just as the carriage rolled out of the mansion’s gate, it was stopped by an unexpected duo.

Chu Yan and Shanoa stood at the outer gate, their presence suggesting ill intent.

Baron Pigo didn’t step out; he merely opened the window, revealing his fat face with quadruple chins.

“My lord, as you can see, getting in and out of the carriage is quite inconvenient for me. I trust you understand.”

For a minor noble not to dismount and pay respects upon seeing a lord, even with an excuse, was still an act of intimidation, albeit subtly masked.

Chu Yan’s smile remained, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted, exuding the confidence of a crooked Dragon King mixed with the frivolity of a Jack Russell Terrier.

“No worries. There’s a saying, ‘A woman who bows her head and cannot see her feet is the epitome of beauty.’ Baron Pigo, you’re quite something too. When you bow your head, you can’t even find the pipe to relieve yourself. I, of course, understand.”

Initially, Shanoa didn’t grasp the meaning of ‘cannot see her feet’ and curiously looked down, only to find her ample bosom blocking the view, and then she understood his words.

Baron Pigo’s face stiffened. He could engage in petty schemes behind the scenes, but he couldn’t afford to start a public quarrel.

With a forced smile, he said:

“Thank you for the compliment, my lord. May I know what matter brings you to wait at my doorstep? It truly flatters me.

After all, only those honest and loyal dogs wait here.”

Chu Yan, as if he hadn’t heard the sarcasm, informed him:

“The cityscape of Paradise City is appalling, reeking of garbage, practically a pigsty. I need to address the sanitation issue.”

Baron Pigo realized Chu Yan’s intention; he was preparing for the mid-term inspection.

The governance of Paradise City was a long-term issue, but the immediate concern was urban sanitation, to make a good impression on the executioner.

“My lord, I wholeheartedly agree and support your decision. Unfortunately, my support does not extend to manpower. As you know, I’m but a minor baron, with limited strength and the heavy duty of defending Paradise City. I can’t spare any troops.”

I verbally support you, but manpower is gone. All the servants and soldiers of the nobility here will not heed the orders of a youngster like you.

Chu Yan anticipated this and nodded in agreement: “I understand, everyone has their own duties!”

……

As Baron Pigo’s carriage set off again, he looked at the butler with displeasure.

“Later, send messages to the other families, tell them to ignore that ignorant lord, and not to lend him a single soldier, not even the disabled.”

Mr. Butler was squeezed into a corner, almost turned into a french fry.

“Understood, I’ll see to it once I get off.”

“And hurry John to settle the affairs, pay up and take away Xiano Ya.”

Baron Pigo naturally recognized the female knight standing next to the lord, who was none other than the just-mentioned Xiano Ya.

He didn’t expect the lord to hook up with such a dangerous fallen one so quickly.

Probably exploiting her desire for freedom, intending to use her to do his bidding for a monthly fee of 649936135, right?

Too bad, I, the baron, will grant her freedom directly, and then you’ll be left commandless again.

“Cleaning up the sanitation of Elysium City? Ha, I’d rather the lord himself bend down to pick up the trash~”

The carriage rattled towards the pleasure district, the window suddenly opened, and a basin of carelessly bitten fruit was thrown out, falling onto the street.

Chapter 6: The Restraint Play of the Slime

“See, this is the attitude of the local nobility towards you, they won’t follow your commands. Are you still determined to undergo the family trial?”

Xiano Ya shrugged her shoulders, looking at Chu Yan with sympathy and helplessness.

Being of noble birth herself, Xiano Ya had a clear understanding of certain matters.

For a great noble family like the Longyan, with many internal forces, Chu Yan’s protectors were mostly absent or had fallen from power, unable to look after him, which is why Chu Yan was relegated to such a place.

And Baron Pigo was likely part of another faction within the Longyan family, unable to provide any assistance to Chu Yan.

Setting the trial here was tantamount to declaring failure at the start.

But as a dragon descendant, a race with a severely low birth rate, even if Chu Yan failed the trial, his life wouldn’t be threatened.

On the other hand, making any moves in this lawless land could endanger his life.

“You don’t understand, the cost of failing the trial is a burden too heavy for life to bear, I will be drained.”

“Never mind you, I need to take a nap.”

“Xiano Ya, are you sure you’re alright?”

Chu Yan stepped closer, looking at the female knight with concern.

During the meal, Xiano Ya managed to keep up the banter, but occasionally she would frown and take deep breaths, sweat trickling from the temples of her soft hair.

She seemed to be suppressing something within her body.

Chu Yan’s handsome face suddenly drew close, his nose almost touching Xiano Ya’s, an offensive distance, but feeling the concern in Chu Yan’s eyes, Xiano Ya simply bumped him lightly with her tender forehead.

“I’ll feel better after a nap. Let’s talk about it when I wake up. Don’t you go wandering off in the meantime.”

Xia Nuoya’s gaze was serious, devoid of any jest.

She needed sleep to shake off this indescribable discomfort.

“I think Baron Pigo’s strength is just so-so, not a threat to me.”

“No, there’s someone among the nobility who has touched the taboo, and that’s not someone you can handle.”

“When do you plan to end your nap?”

Xia Nuoya closed her bright eyes, gauged her body’s condition, and said:

“Depends on how I feel. This time, it might last till midnight.”

“I’ve never heard of a nap that lasts until midnight…”

Xia Nuoya returned to her room to rest. In her sleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, oblivious to the commotion of Chu Yan’s departure.

When Chu Yan descended the stairs, he found the castle’s first and second-floor dungeons eerily empty.

“Is it free time now? Then I should take some time for myself too.”

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On Bright Avenue, the street that connects the slums to the affluent district.

A squad of noble guards, just finished with their patrol, were on their way home. Amidst their unkempt beards and disheveled appearance, they casually discussed indulgences and where to revel next.

Suddenly, a man wielding a staff noticed a few pauper children polishing silver coins.

Silver coins hold high purchasing power; most people use copper coins. Ten silver coins could make the top courtesans in a pleasure house show their fawning faces.

The scruffy mage hurried over, snatched the silver coins from the children’s hands, and scolded:

“I was wondering why my pocket felt a few silver coins lighter today. Turns out you little urchins stole them!”

The girl named Dura leaped up, trying to reclaim the silver coins, shouting with anger and injustice:

“That’s our money, you thief, give it back!”

“What’s yours? How could children from the slums have silver coins? Your dead parents couldn’t save up a few in their lifetimes!”

No sooner had he spoken than he felt his hand go numb. Turning his head, he saw his arm was gone.

— He hadn’t even felt the pain before his arm had been chopped off!

Janet smiled innocently, her grin as sly as a fox. Holding the mage’s severed arm, she retrieved the silver coins from its grasp and nonchalantly tossed the limb aside.

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to run for your life. Now pick up your arm like a dog, and maybe you can find a physician to fix it back on.”