Stop hypnotizing me, villain princess!

Chapter 18 Your Highness, your loyal subordinate Lin En is here to report!
[The plot deviation of the E-level plot character "Nina Bellamy" has been increased to 20.00%. 】

After leaving the mansion through the side door, Lynn, walking on the grass, suddenly heard a system prompt.

He was stunned.

Those words just now were just spoken casually, but I didn't expect that this would cause a change in the plot deviation.

And the improvement seems a bit too big.

Lin En opened the system and looked at his personal panel, but found that the system points had not increased.

If you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

If the F to S scale represents the importance of the plot, then the difficulty of increasing the plot deviation should naturally vary greatly.

Maid Nina's plot level is E, which is basically the lowest level, so it can be changed so easily.

In contrast, that night, I used all my skills in front of Ivester, and finally made a big mistake, and finally improved by 0.01%.
In this way, if you can increase Yvesette's plot deviation to 100.00%, you will get 10000 system points.

According to the decreasing relationship, the plot deviation of an E-level character increases to 100.00%, with only 0.1 system points?
Only by maximizing the plot deviation of ten E-level characters can you obtain 1 point.

No wonder there is no reward for this promotion.

Then, Lin En tried clicking on the disc lottery next to his personal attributes.

[Do you want to spend 10 system points to extract abilities? ]

really.

The first draw only required 1 point, but the next time it turned out to be ten times more.

By analogy, the third time shouldn't require 100 points, right?

Lynn immediately gasped.

Just as he was exploring and summarizing the system's rules, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a parasol in the distance.

Lin En immediately lost interest, closed the system solemnly, and walked over there.

Under the parasol, a woman in a black tasseled dress was leaning on a seat with her legs crossed, sipping a cup of hot tea.

Unexpectedly, today the prince took off his mask, revealing his original beautiful appearance.

Beside her stood the elderly housekeeper, silent.

Of course, if you only see such a picture, it is undoubtedly quiet and beautiful.

But just a few meters outside the parasol, there was a pool of glaring blood gathered on the lawn.

The two prisoners were seen with their bodies pierced by countless thorns. They stood in the middle of the bloodstain as if they were being tortured. Their deaths were extremely tragic.

As if nourished by blood, there was actually a scarlet rose bud on the top of the thorns, about to bloom.

Next to the two bodies, there were six living prisoners.

Judging from the strange tattoos on their necks, these people are most likely members of a cult organization and were brought here for unknown reasons.

At this moment, they huddled on the ground shivering.

No one knew whether it was because of the negative effects of the curse on Yvestre's face, or because of the death of her companions, or both.

Although Lin En felt something was wrong, he pretended to be nonchalant and walked forward.

Facing Ivester's calm and indifferent gaze, he was silent for a moment, and some images subconsciously emerged in his mind.

Thinking back to the unfair treatment he suffered at Augusta Manor that day, and the humiliation of having his fate manipulated at will, Lynn couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He is a man, he wants to fight and vent the bitterness and anger in his heart!
Thinking of this, Lin En took a deep breath.

Then he knelt on one knee with a plop and said loudly: "Your Highness, the respected and great Princess, the future Saint Laurent VII, your loyal subordinate and inseparable family ally, Lynn Bartleron, is here to report!"

Yvesette didn't expect that Lin En would come to her when she was interrogating the remnants of the Creation School.

Seeing how he was ready to die, she thought he was going to make a fuss about leaving the manor and wanting freedom again.

Unexpectedly, the moment we met, this guy actually knelt down with a plop!
"Your Highness, the respected and great Princess, the future Saint Laurent VII, your loyal subordinate and inseparable family ally, Lynn Bartleron, is here to report!"

His eyes were so sincere that they almost sparkled, like a devout believer meeting the god of his faith, which made one's scalp tingle.

The elderly housekeeper standing by seemed to have never seen such a scene. Although she maintained her original calmness, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.

Even Yvesette herself couldn't hold it in and was choked by the warm tea.

"Cough cough."

She coughed softly and then put down the bone china teacup.

For some reason, I felt an inexplicable joy in my heart.

The future Saint Laurent VII, this title was very pleasing to her. She was usually surrounded by subordinates who were not good at talking. Although they were loyal, it was hard to avoid being bored after a long time. It was the first time she saw someone who could talk like this.

It was like a treacherous minister with shifty eyes suddenly sneaked in among a group of loyal ministers.

Thinking of this, she looked at Lin En with a playful look: "Why, you suddenly changed your personality?"

Lin En shook his head repeatedly: "I suddenly reflected on my previous narrow-mindedness and stupidity, so I decided to stay by your side and listen to your teachings."

As he spoke, he secretly looked at Yvesette, then lowered his head again.

Seeing this little action, Yviste couldn't help but frown deeply, and her good mood just now disappeared in an instant.

She hated being looked at like this.

Did he think that he could act so recklessly just because he spared his life?

The atmosphere suddenly became a little cold.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Lin En spoke again.

"You are still as beautiful as ever today." He said with great emotion and joy, "I hope that every day in the future, I will have the opportunity to admire your face like I did today."

hiss.

Although she knew it was most likely a lie, Iviste felt very comfortable at the moment.

Even the corners of his eyes, which were originally tense, relaxed a little. He no longer looked so gloomy, but became much brighter.

"Cough cough."

This time it was the housekeeper next to her who coughed.

As if she could no longer bear the flattery of this boy, she opened her eyes and looked at Yvesette: "Your Highness, the interrogation is not over yet."

Hearing this, Ivis nodded, then looked away, deciding not to focus on this guy anymore.

Lin En could only maintain this posture, half-kneeling on the ground.

At the same time, he glanced at the terrified cult members in front of him.

What is this doing?

He had some doubts in his mind.

Ivester quickly returned to her usual coldness and solemnity, with no emotion in her eyes: "Next, choose heads or tails?"

Hearing this, the prisoner on the far left trembled. He wanted to look up at Yvesette, but he was so scared that he trembled all over.

Seeing his reaction, Yvesette frowned slightly.

Sure enough, normal people would only show this expression when they saw her.

It seems that only that guy is different from others.

After hearing Yvesette's question, the prisoner who was named looked at the miserable state of his first two companions and couldn't help swallowing.

The first two were both tails, so according to probability, the front side should be more likely this time, right?
He thought with great trepidation in his heart.

"I, I choose the front side."

Seeing this, Lynn suddenly understood.

It turned out to be a coin guessing game.

Ivyste ignored the prisoner and took another sip from the teacup.

Instead, the elderly housekeeper beside him walked forward, raised her left hand calmly with the back of her hand facing upwards, and used her right thumb to flick up an ancient coin and let it fly into the air.

At the moment when the coin fell to the back of the hand, the housekeeper gently covered it.

Then, in full view of everyone, the results were slowly displayed.

"Your Highness, it's the other side."

“Pfft——!!!”

Before the pale-faced prisoner could react, countless thorns rushed over like a tide.

In just a moment, countless bloody holes were pierced all over his body!

He himself, supported by the thorns, stood on the ground twitching like the bodies of the previous two prisoners, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

At the same time, the blood-red rose condensed in the center of the thorns bloomed a little again.

(End of this chapter)