The Villain Saint is my secondary account

The other party did not take the silver coins on the table, and Ye Xiao did not drink the blue wine. He just sat in front of the bar, waiting quietly.

About five minutes later, the bartender came out from backstage and looked at Ye Xiao and nodded slightly.

Ye Xiao stood up and followed the bartender to the back door on the other side of the pub.

Outside the door was a narrow alley with some garbage piled up on the side of the alley, and some weeds and puddles of mud on the ground.

Ye Xiao followed the bartender silently along the alley until he turned a corner and saw a muscular bald man.

He sighed, turned his head, and found that a big man had appeared behind him at some point.

Ye Xiao flexed his wrist, looked at the two big men who were slowly coming over from the front and the back, and said softly, "I personally advocate communication first, then consider violence."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big man standing in front of him punched Ye Xiao in the face.

Ye Xiao dodged by turning his head and gently pushed the opponent's arm with his left hand, but the fist with strong wind hit the face of the person behind him.

Immediately, he raised his knee and hit the opponent's lower abdomen, then pulled out a loose brick embedded in the wall next to him and hit the opponent's shiny head with the brick.

Then he turned around swiftly and chopped the neck of the big man behind him who had just been punched in the face and lost his vision with his right palm.

In no time, the two big men fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Then, Ye Xiao turned his gaze to the trembling bartender and twisted his neck slightly, "I said I don't recommend you consider violence."

The bartender swallowed, leaned against the wall with his trembling body, and was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

He didn't expect that this ordinary-looking guy in front of him could fight so fiercely!

"You can't blame them. Highland is indeed one of the names of the wine we use. It's just that the code word changes every week, and you reported it wrong."

Suddenly, a mature and slightly charming female voice was heard, and a woman wearing a crimson leather coat and a low ponytail appeared across the alley.

The other person's hibiscus purple hair was particularly eye-catching in the bluish-white alley. Ignoring the trembling bartender, he walked slowly to Ye Xiao with his slender legs in leather boots, smiled and leaned his shoulder against the wall.

A pair of eyes that seemed to be able to capture people's hearts looked into Ye Xiao's eyes: "So, what information do you want to buy, little brother?"

The woman held a thin hookah between her two fingers. After taking a puff, her thin lips slightly opened and a faint smoke ring floated onto Ye Xiao's face.

Atolina Garland. This elegant appearance immediately awakened Ye Xiao's memory of his previous life - my goodness, the leader who would lead the assassin association "Fingerless" to rebellion in the future was actually in the Royal City of Valonde in the early stage.

Five years later, the wanted portraits of her released by the Human Alliance could almost circle the continent if connected together.

Although he recognized that the person in front of him was a dangerous person, Ye Xiao remained calm.

He had no interaction with this guy in his previous life, or it could be said that Ye Xiao's strength in his previous life was not enough to have any interaction with the other party, so it was hard to say whether he liked or disliked him.

Ye Xiao took out the small demon statue he got from the settlement from his pocket and handed it to Atolina.

"I want to find a place in the Imperial City that sells this statue."

"'Sell'... Heh." Artolina played with the statue in her hand, her dark purple pupils like a blurry abyss, "How many gold coins are you willing to pay, little brother?"

"Hmm? Shouldn't you be the ones to quote the price first?"

"Look at the price you offer, and then I'll know whether your knowledge of this information is worth telling you." Atolina threw the statue back to Ye Xiao, and threw a wink, "Fix your hair, you'll look much more handsome, little brother."

"That's not necessary. My handsomeness doesn't need to be so dazzling." Ye Xiao's skin has long been thicker than the city wall, and it's not so easy to tease him. "Two gold coins, how about it? The extra half will be a gift to you."

"You look more experienced than you appear." Artolina narrowed her eyes slightly, not answering whether she agreed or disagreed. "To be honest, I'm a little curious."

Ye Xiao shrugged, "Please, I'm a huge fan of this demon, and I can't sleep without filling my house with it."

"Pfft." Even this well-informed lady couldn't help but chuckle, "Then your hobby is really unique."

"Everyone's hobbies are free. One day everyone will accept my hobbies." Ye Xiao crossed his arms across his chest with a righteous look on his face.

"Okay, if you really don't want to say it, I won't force you." Atolina twirled the hookah in her fingers. "Since your made-up excuse is quite interesting, go out and find the second bottle of wine in the third row."

Ye Xiao bowed slightly politely, turned around and pointed as a farewell gesture, "Thank you very much."

"call"

Atolina looked at Ye Xiao's back, raised the corners of her mouth, exhaled a light cloud of mist, and then gently moved the pipe in her hand over the mist.

Ye Xiao returned to the tavern and followed Atolina's instructions, and bought the corresponding wine from the bartender who reappeared at the bar for two gold coins.

It was a bottle of orange-yellow malt brew. He pinched the wooden bottle cap and pulled it off the bottle. A small roll of paper was embedded in the bottom of the bottle cap.

Pulling out the slip of paper and unfolding it, the delicate handwriting came into view: "Number 6, Ainstan Avenue. Also, the code for next week is 'roasted taro', don't read it wrong, little brother."

Then, the words condensed by magic turned into smoke and slowly dissipated, leaving only a blank note.

Roasted taro? Is this something you can order in a pub?

Ye Xiao was a little confused, but he didn't bother to care about it. He just wanted to get the most important information.

After leaving the tavern, Ye Xiao rushed to the Adventure Hall, where Freya and Li Cheng were still waiting for his news.

Chapter 13: Crystallization of Dreams

At the same time, at the second princess's residence in the western part of the imperial city, a carriage slowly stopped at the door.

A team of fully-armed Templar Knights on horseback who were surrounding the carriage dismounted in unison. The tallest of them walked to the side of the carriage and slowly opened the door.

A pair of slender legs wrapped in creamy white stockings and high-heeled shoes wrapped with lace ribbons stretched out from behind the door. A silver-haired girl with twin ponytails in a gilded dress walked out of the carriage, lifting her skirt. The gentle sunlight fell on her shoulders, as if the gods had put a golden gauze on her with their own hands, elegant and holy.

"Good afternoon, Saint." Winnie, the little maid at the door, bowed politely to Ella and made an inviting gesture.

Ella smiled in return and walked into the manor surrounded by a group of knights.

The flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard were still as neat and beautiful as before, and the lobby on the first floor of the mansion had also been restored to its original state, with no trace of the corpses that had been scattered all over the place that day.

Four Templar Knights stayed outside the manor, while the remaining two followed Ella all the way to the second floor of the mansion, and then stood guard outside Lilia's bedroom door under Ella's instructions.

As soon as Ella opened the door, she saw a girl with black hair and purple eyes sitting in a wheelchair - Lilia Betis.

Lilia was leaning against the window that was tightly covered by curtains. She was wearing a slim navy blue tube top dress and a small cape embroidered with pearl red lace around her shoulders. She had two azure hairbands tied with bows and her hairstyle was tied into two low ponytails, imitating Ella's.

"Lady Saint, you are here." "Good afternoon, Your Highness Lilia."

The gentle and elegant tone and the light and pleasant voice sing in harmony, just like two lovely larks.

The dignified girl and the exquisite and graceful furniture create a beautiful picture of tranquility and elegance.

However, the moment Ella closed the door, the girl who seemed delicate and quiet just now jumped up from her wheelchair as if she had been electrocuted, and flew towards Ella without any manners, her plush slippers clacking on the ground.

"Lord God!!!"

The battle-hardened Ella was already used to it, and immediately stretched out one hand and held down the restless little head as if stopping a basketball in mid-air.

"Keep your voice down Lilia, they're standing outside!"

“It’s okay, I’ve set up a soundproofing array!” Lilia took advantage of the situation and grabbed Ella’s arm, hugging her in her arms, then rubbed her head against Ella’s chest like a kitten, “Ahhh, I missed you so much, Lord God!”

"If you really think I'm a god, you should show some respect." Ella quickly pushed the restless head with her other hand, "And it's only been a few days!"

Lilia moved around Ella's hand, and her pink nose pressed against Ella's neck, "Oh, I can't help it, it smells so good..."

Why do I feel like this little girl is getting more and more strange? Is it my illusion? Is she developing in some strange direction?

Ella was so upset that she spent a long time trying to get the little princess off her body like an octopus. "So you asked for a meeting in the soul link just to take advantage of the opportunity to get in."

"Of course...ah, it's just one of the reasons, hehe." Lilia returned to the table next to the wheelchair and picked up an exquisite little box from it. "I also want to show you this."

Ella took the box with some confusion and sat down on the goose down cushioned chair across from the table.

When she opened the box, she found a dark blue ball that looked like a drop of water. But when Ella touched it, she found that the ball was hard. "This is..."

"This is the fruit of a dream." Lilia leaned forward, took off Ella's gloves, and then held the exposed white little hand and placed it on the small ball. "God, please feel it carefully."

Looking at the smiling Lilia, Ella felt very strange. She was such a pretty and lovely girl, but why did she have a subtle feeling as if she was being taken advantage of by her?

As the fingertips touched the ball, it felt like an electric current was flowing from the surface of the ball along the fingers into the palm of the hand.

The scenes that did not belong to her memory slowly flowed into Ella's mind like water, like a hazy dream. In a trance, she saw two men shrouded in shadows arguing about something in front of her, but the conversation was extremely vague and difficult to distinguish, and there was a voice-over like a muttering in her ears.

“You’re crazy…are you crazy!?”

“Perfect art.”

"Kill Lilia Betis..."

"…It is the gods who have abandoned us! It is the gods! Who have abandoned!! Us!!!"

"Kill Lilia..."

"help me!"

"Kill kill kill kill..."

"God...please forgive me."

These complex and intertwined words seemed to have the effect of affecting people's minds. Ella felt this but was not affected at all.

It's like watching a TV that has nothing to do with you, except that the signal on this TV is incredibly poor.

One of the men in the conversation stood up and the picture gradually faded away, but before it completely disappeared, Ella noticed a blurry oil painting on the wall behind the man who stood up.

It was hard to describe what the painting was. It vaguely resembled a blonde woman with gears and chain-shaped objects entangled around her body.

Then the picture disappeared completely, leaving only Ella who was a little confused.

"What just now was... the memory of the person who controlled the meat puppet to attack your mansion last time?" Ella tried to take her hand back.

"To be precise, it was the dream of the attacker who claimed to be a member of the Mystic Alchemy Society." Lilia reluctantly let go of Ella's hand. "After using the healing holy light spell that you taught me at the council last time, the trauma on his soul level was indeed healed, and then this thing was extracted from his soul."

"Separated from the soul..." Ella was a little confused about how the soul could be separated into a physical body, but she didn't want to ask directly for fear of destroying her dignity as a god.

Although the guy in front of her didn't seem to have given much thought to her dignity.

"The Lord God must know Talos, the god of dreams and trickery." Lilia closed the box.

"Yeah." Ella nodded, pretending to understand. She knew nothing.

"You are indeed well-informed, my Lord God. It is rumored that my father, the current king of Loren, is a believer of this dream god." Lilia shook her finger, and a book wrapped in blue magic light flew over from the bookshelf behind her and spread out on the table. "This god is a relatively special god. He is neither listed as a righteous god nor an evil god that brings disaster to the world."

"This book called 'Collection of Anecdotes of Aragi' mentioned that 'the followers of the God of Dreams spend their entire lives pursuing perfect drama and tricks'. Although no book has recorded the manifestation of the power of the God of Dreams, the carrier of the power 'Crystallization of Dreams' has appeared in the stories about the God of Dreams in the book."

Chapter 14: The Talking Crow and the Faithful Dog

"In the story, there was a nobleman who was often troubled by nightmares. When he slept, he always saw himself tied to the dining table and being eaten by diners whose faces he could not see clearly."

"He went to see doctors everywhere but to no avail. The priest at the church at that time was also unable to solve his strange problem."

"Until one day he saved a talking crow in the courtyard. The crow took out a bead from his brain in return for his kindness."

"This bead is the crystallization of a dream. After touching the crystal, the noble saw a special dream and discovered that it was all caused by his dog."

"The dog is a believer of the god of dreams. He was dissatisfied with the nobleman for feeding him with the servants' leftovers, so he planted a dream in him as revenge."

"The noble was furious, so he caught the dog and cooked it, and then hosted a banquet for many guests to celebrate the disappearance of his nightmare."

"When he served the dog on the table, he was shocked to find that the scene of them sharing the dog meat was exactly the same as the nightmare he had had."

What a mess...

This was Ella's first reaction after listening to it. She tried her best to suppress her desire to complain - what kind of bird story is this, what kind of talking crows and dogs that believe in the god of dreams.

Fortunately, after Lilia finished telling this inexplicable story, she gave an explanation: "My Lord God, you may think this story sounds extremely absurd, but in fact, ordinary people as story writers often need to use obscure methods to describe some secrets involving contemporary royal nobles for the sake of their lives."

"In another historical book, there is a record that the emperor of a certain country killed his own son, boiled him, cut him into pieces and sank them into a lake to feed the fish. A few days later, at a palace banquet, the king accidentally learned that the fish in the fish soup he was eating came from the lake where his son sank, so he drew his sword and committed suicide on the spot."

"Cold history books usually only record what is known to everyone on the surface, but not what is hidden beneath it."

Ella nodded, even though she was a little confused. "So in fact, in that absurd story, the nobleman refers to the king, and the dog refers to his son."

But Ella could only understand what she said and still didn't understand anything else.

"God is wise." Lilia closed the book, "But in the historical records, there is no trace of Dream God in this incident - in fact, unlike other gods who are eager to write about their deeds, as the god of trickery, if the influence of Dream God's power intervention is recorded in the official history, it will be a huge shame for Dream God's believers."

"So, my analysis of this story is that a believer of the god of dreams participated in directing the drama in which the king killed his son and then committed suicide. In pursuit of tricks, he hid all the details so that the official history only saw the surface of this bizarre story in the palace. This is because a trick must be unknown to others to be considered a trick. Later, he wrote an obscure and absurd but true script for this event and circulated it outside, and it was eventually included in some storybooks."

“When someone interprets this history and this story together and understands the true meaning of it, for this believer in Oneiroi, the drama he has carefully woven is truly complete.”

After this explanation, Ella seemed to understand a little. In simple terms, these guys wanted to do bad things without being caught, and they also wanted to find someone to show off to: "So, the dog in the absurd story is not actually a believer of the god of dreams."

"Praise the wisdom of God." Lilia smiled and said, "Yes, there are no believers of Dream God in historical records, and the dog in the absurd story is not a believer of Dream God. But this is a 'play' written by a believer of Dream God, and he will definitely not remove his role from the 'play'."

"Therefore, the talking crow, the crystallization of the dream was given to the noble by him. It is not difficult to see that it was his behavior that truly led to the occurrence of the entire story."

"Yeah." Ella was calm and composed, acting as if "just as I expected."

"But the level of the Dream God believers in this story is indeed a bit low. They are just a joke to the Lord God." Lilia waved her fingers, and the book flew back to the bookcase wrapped in blue magic. "I believe that this level of trickery is probably just child's play in front of the great you."