Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 215: If the value of evil is greater than the value of good, is it evil? (4k)

In fact, Timothy had long wanted to kill this ignorant earl with a thousand clever tricks in his head.

It would have been fine if he had just lowered the price in the beginning, but later on he even tried to use tricks to control his mind.

——If the mission had not been completed to the very end and the sunk cost of turning against him was not too high, Timothy would have killed the so-called Count Iris long ago.

Just now, Yuan Qingzhuo killed this disgusting earl with one punch - seeing that the other party did something that he dared not do, Timothy felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

In addition, the other party had generously paid a complete and exquisite chess piece as compensation, so he did not lose out at all this time.

——Timothy would not think that if the earl had not died, he would have two chess pieces. Only a fool would keep thinking about this.

Because such a possibility would not exist in this world.

But speaking of which... opening my eyes normally doesn't seem to have any effect on this person.

The six-winged angel Timothy blinked slowly, staring at Yuan Qingzhuo who remained motionless.

At least, on the surface, there is no impact.

——It seems that either his soul will is as strong as steel, or he has simply forged a pure and pure soul.

"My name is Timothy."

"It's clean and fresh."

Originally clean?
Timothy seemed to have some impression. He remembered that this name appeared together with "Rush" before the auditions began.

But he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

'Another Demon Duke?'

Timothy didn't ask such a stupid question - and the answer to this question didn't matter.

The important thing is that Yuan Qingzhuo is only at the sublimation stage now, but he is already able to match or even surpass himself. It seems that there is no need to say more about his talent.

And if one only thinks about the opponent's previous low reputation, one can easily come to the conclusion that the opponent is a secret weapon that the cult has been secretly cultivating.

It doesn’t matter if you didn’t know before, making friends with them now is also a good choice.

Thinking of this, the smile on Timothy's face became more genuine.

He closed his eyes, and then heard Yuan Qingzhuo say: "In that case, let's go to the next stop - the Duke's house."

The angel did not flap its wings of light in a big way, but used magic to maintain its speed, sticking closely to Yuan Qingzhuo's back without being pulled away.

——Go to the Duke of Anton again?
What does Yuan Qingzhuo want to do?
Timothy couldn't understand it - according to his thinking, Yuan Qingzhuo went to the Duke of Anton just to kill him with one punch.

In fact, this is what Yuan Qingzhuo did to Count Iris.

But is there any benefit in killing these old nobles in the upper city one by one?

Killing them with one punch won't make the chess pieces explode - otherwise Timothy would have done it long ago.

It should be beyond doubt that the high-ranking nobles all have exquisite chess pieces.

But most of them hide the chess pieces in places that are difficult for ordinary people to find. Only by completing the task and gaining their trust can you get them.

If Yuan Qingzhuo killed these nobles without caring about anything else, he would only offend more contestants for no reason.

It's not worth it.

Even a kindergarten kid can understand this.

——Besides, what is the point of doing this?
Timothy still didn't ask.

Angels always prefer to witness the facts that are happening with their own eyes rather than hearing rusty, untrue or false news from the mouths of others.

So, no further words needed.

Just bear witness.
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"Accept it, or die."

Falling from the sky and smashing through the six-story mansion of the Duke of Anton, Yuan Qingzhuo calmly stood in front of the middle-aged man who also had a calm and unmoved expression: "Also, don't try to talk to me, I'm in a hurry now."

As if to prevent the man from taking chances, Yuan Qingzhuo added, "It's very urgent."

It took two seconds to sort out the situation in front of him. Duke Anton estimated the arrival time of the core-casting angel he hired, and then wanted to calm the child in front of him who looked unhappy.

Then, he showed an understanding expression and said, "Yes, honorable sir, I will certainly accept your proposal for the sake of the country and the people."

Duke Anton was smiling and seemed very easy to talk to.

——I will ask you to kneel down and beg for mercy in a while.

Duke Anton believed that even if his angel was at the outermost part of the manor, it would only take ten seconds at most for him to get here.

And now, at least six or seven seconds have passed.

boom!
The door was violently opened.

Duke Anton immediately revealed a distorted expression, and after throwing down a magic amulet, he shouted loudly: "Captain, take this guy out and feed him to the dogs!"

But the person who walked out from the smoke and dust outside the door was not the cold and majestic angel that Duke Anton was familiar with, but a smiling six-winged angel with closed eyes.

"This guy in my hand, is he called Captain? What kind of bullshit name is that?"

The wings of light fell, and Timothy threw the angel in his hand, which was like a puddle of mud, into the hall covered with soft carpet.

He looked at Yuan Qingzhuo: "Just a guard."

"Ah."

Yuan Qingzhuo's answer was brief and no emotion could be heard.

But Duke Anton had already swallowed his saliva more than a dozen times - because the captain of the Angel Guard, whom he had placed high hopes on, collapsed in just a few seconds.

In the moment when his eyes met Yuan Qingzhuo, Duke Anton had already thought about all the bad things he had done since he was born.

However, I still haven't thought about how I offended these two scary guys.

But the relief was that soon the Duke of Arrival would no longer have to worry about it.

——Yuan Qingzhuo retracted his bloody fist, lowered his head and sighed unhappily: "Brother and you are close at heart, and you are actually playing tricks on me?"

"Timothy, let's go."

“Are we just going to leave it here?”

"It doesn't matter. They will know what I want to do in a while... and then someone will naturally take care of it for me."

Hearing this, the angel shut up again and rushed to the next destination with Yuan Qingzhuo.

It’s just half an hour or thirty minutes in a quiet day, which cannot be any shorter.

All the nobles and wealthy people in the royal city had been swept away by Yuan Qingzhuo - when Yuan Qingzhuo met the last earl, he was about to step out of the gate of the manor.

Yuan Qingzhuo's speed was so fast that before the news could even get out, the people who were about to know the news had their heads exploded and fell on layer after layer of expensive floor.

Of course, not everyone was killed with one punch.

But anyone who wants to talk about it has definitely not lived past a second after saying these two words.

In short, the final result was that more than 90% of the people in the royal city died, and the remaining less than 10% survived because of their own rationality and extremely fast obedience.

After leaving the last earl's gate, Timothy silently stared at the back of the boy who was not even as tall as his neck.

"In thirty minutes, he killed so many important people without any consideration for the consequences..."

"What on earth did he want to do... to save those refugees? You must be kidding me, the Devil Duke offended so many contestants just to save those fake people?"

Looking at Yuan Qingzhuo running in a completely new direction, Timothy thought that he might get the answer soon.

At the gate of the royal city. With the help of various blessing spells, the last wave of refugees was about to enter through the towering gate of the royal city.

Outside the city, Andesia exhaled, wiped away the blood-stained sweat on his forehead with great effort, and then looked to his side.

"You blatantly brought so many chess pieces to my side, aren't you afraid that I will snatch them all away?"

"Before you rob me, you should ask me what I'm here for - what's there to be afraid of before that?"

Yuan Qingzhuo casually cast a cleansing spell and threw it on Andshia's head, then smiled at him.

The exhausted paladin did not say thank you. He just looked at the last row of people surging at the city gate, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "So what are you doing here, Yuan Qingzhuo?"

Andesia's tone was intriguing as he did not address the other person by their position in the cult or by their seniority or inferiority.

Timothy, who was standing not far behind Yuan Qingzhuo, had his eyes closed and a tense expression on his face - he was ready to escape from here at any time as long as he saw Andsia take action.

As for the answer? The answer is important, but not nearly as important as qualifying for the next round.

Timothy could still tell the difference between what was important and what was not.

Being both at the core casting stage, Timothy knew how big the gap between them was.

Rather, only after reaching the core-casting stage can one better understand the gap between himself and Andesia.

That is beyond words...

Timothy would not think that since both of them were members of the sect, they would not fight each other - if Yuan Qingzhuo really had a basket of exquisite chess pieces on him, even Andshia might attack without warning.

After all, no one will really die in the Martial God Festival.

"refugee."

Yuan Qingzhuo uttered two words, which made Andxia's eyes, which had originally drooped, raise again.

The password is correct.

Yuan Qingzhuo thought to himself, and then smiled at the Paladin: "Now I have swept away all the nobles and wealthy people whose houses cover large areas in the upper city. Can I leave the resettlement arrangements for the refugees to you?"

"..."

Andesia was silent at first, then suddenly smiled at him.

"Well done, you are worthy of coming from that monastery."

“It’s my job.”

Yuan Qingzhuo shook his head - no one would have thought that he could dispel the possibility of Andshia being hostile to him with just one sentence.

"So what are you going to do next?"

This time, it was Andesia's problem.

Exactly the same thing he had asked Randkiel.

Just this one sentence was enough for Yuan Qingzhuo to immediately classify the other party as a comrade-in-arms who he could truly rely on in the Martial God Festival - because the other party was still thinking about the future and was not leaving just like that.

"I have a general idea, but it's still a long way to go. Anyway, I'll leave the refugee resettlement to you, Andesia, and I'll find a way to handle the rest."

Yuan Qingzhuo did not elaborate on his speech. Andxia was not a stupid man. When he saw what he did, he would understand everything.

"Then call me if you need anything."

The Paladin said this, then turned around and ended the conversation.

For him, he also realized that time was running out.

Rather, almost everyone in the cult has long been accustomed to being rushed forward by the tight deadlines.

"——What did these two say?"

After listening to the whole thing, Timothy looked puzzled.

He could clearly understand every sentence without any problem, but when the sentences were connected together, he could not understand the logic.

These two people are simply incomprehensible.

Weird conversations, weird trust, weird identification.

Timothy looked at the departing Paladin and the cheerful Yuan Qingzhuo.

——Sure enough, this damn place called the cult is full of crazy people with strange thinking patterns.

"next."

He listened to Yuan Qingzhuo.

Then he saw the white-haired knight chopping heads on the street.

"Yuan Qingzhuo? Long time no see."

After chopping off another evil man's head, Vina raised her face filled with smiles. Warm blood was flowing from her cheeks to her chin, dripping into the pool of blood on the ground.

As she raised her head, the long black strip that ran through the street and that no one could see also rose up.

At this moment, Vina's evil value has far exceeded her original good value.

But if the value of evil is greater than the value of good, does it mean it is evil?

"It hasn't been long."

As soon as Yuan Qingzhuo came over, he saw Vina pointing at the headless corpses and saying, "This one tried to molest a little girl in the crowd, this one killed three people yesterday, and this one is..."

Listening to Vina listing a series of crimes, Yuan Qingzhuo could not help but be slightly stunned: "How did you know?"

So Vina pointed up.

understood.

Someone is giving her perspective and providing her with information.

Then Yuan Qingzhuo asked again: "Kill them all?"

"Kill them all."

The white-haired knight nodded. "Those who have done truly evil things will never escape once I remember them. They are not dead today only because it is not their turn yet. I will make them live in fear of being beheaded by me for the rest of their lives."

Only in the face of death, from which there is no possibility of escape, can trustworthy order be reborn from chaos.

"Then I'll leave you to your hard work, okay?"

"Next?"

"Yes, next."

Yuan Qingzhuo looked serious, and Vina reached out again, grabbed a woman who was hunched over and looked panicked in the crowd, and smiled after cutting off her head without hesitation.

“——I couldn’t ask for more.”

"But he's my brother, he might not be willing."

Speaking of her brother, Vina couldn't help revealing a distressed look - allowing Vicky to accompany her back to the royal city was already the other party's biggest concession, how could she ask for more?

To put it more bluntly, even if Vicky left her and entered the next round now, Vina would not have any complaints.

Because he has done enough for his ignorant sister.

"It doesn't matter."

Yuan Qingzhuo patted the white-haired knight on the shoulder, waved his fist towards the sky, and said with a kind smile: "I think Mr. Vicky should be able to recognize what is the choice that is beneficial to the masses."

(End of this chapter)