The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Pierberg turned around at the sound, his face flushed. He was about to yell, "What's it to you?" when he suddenly caught sight of the speaker and immediately fell silent.

He was a tall, thin man with a gloomy expression, and his sharp, eagle-like eyes were chilling to look at.

His prominent hooked nose on his narrow face was particularly striking, matching Ye Xiao's imagination of the appearance of all cunning villains.

[The commander of the First Detachment of the Eastern Expeditionary Army, De Solon, is said to have a very strained relationship with Chavedoppler, the commander of the Second Detachment. There are also rumors that he is nominally the commander of the First Detachment, but in reality, he is the legion commander known as the "Desert Fox."]

This was the information that "Mountain Spring Er'er" had given to Ye Xiao before. Of course, Ye Xiao knew that the last sentence in this information was definitely false, since he knew very well that "Desert Fox" was definitely a player.

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket? Even if this is a banquet, this is the front line of war. Is this how your fathers sent you here to train?"

The group of noble youths were clearly somewhat afraid of Desoron, after all, he was the commander of an army and a transcendent being, and his surging aura instantly intimidated everyone.

"Which group are you nominally affiliated with?"

After saying that, he glared fiercely at Pierberg, "Still fighting here? Do you know this is still the military? Don't bring your bad habits from home into the army!"

"I...this guy provoked me first..."

Pierberg wanted to argue, but Zhou Lixun patted his arm, and then seemed to realize something, quickly changing his words, "...I'm sorry, General."

"Does an apology make a difference? Do you know what consequences ordinary soldiers face for causing trouble in the military?"

Unexpectedly, General Nadsoron was relentless. "You are a nobleman, but in the army you must abide by the rules. However, since this is your first offense, I can slightly reduce your punishment."

While it was described as "alleviating" the situation, Pierberg was already beginning to realize that something was amiss.

It's perfectly normal for noble children to make a fuss, but this general is actually taking it too seriously.

"Guards, come here and drag this guy away. Give him twenty lashes and a demerit."

"Huh?? Why?!"

Pierberg immediately panicked.

Twenty strokes of the rod, even with a priest's treatment, would be enough to keep him bedridden for a week.

The decisive battle of Shazhoubao is in three days. If he can't get out of bed, it means that he will have nothing to do with the achievements of the entire war.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, he turned his angry gaze to the nobleman who had just provoked him, and saw a hint of mockery flash in the other man's eyes.

He finally realized that he had fallen into a trap, and that the other party had deliberately set a snare for him.

Damn it, General Doppler had just gone out on business when someone provoked him. If he had just thought about it carefully, he would have realized that there was something wrong with it!

Ye Xiao watched this little episode with great interest. It was clear that the internal affairs of the principality were not as harmonious as imagined, and the open and covert struggles were no less intense than those of any human nation.

Chapter Thirty-Two: A God-Sent Opportunity

Just as these noble children were arguing, Ye Xiao secretly glanced at Zhou Lixun. The boy still had that expressionless look on his face, as if what was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Is it because you don't care...?

Ye Xiao used his exceptional eyesight to examine Zhou Lixun's eyes closely and discovered that the other man's gaze was actually focused slightly above his field of vision.

Wait, is he sending a message using the system?

To whom should it be sent?

Ye Xiao could almost immediately tell that, apart from Doppler, there was probably no one else who could rival the commander of the First Detachment and help Pierberg out of his predicament.

Sure enough, Ella, who was dressed as a maid cleaning the corridor on the second floor, saw a young female player in military uniform rushing over from the other end of the corridor and hurriedly knocking twice on the door of the room where General Doppler was.

Good heavens, this is a golden opportunity!

Ella decisively moved forward while sweeping the floor, pretending not to see the road clearly and nudging the other person's palm with her elbow.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The female player turned her head in surprise, but the door had already opened, and General Doppler poked his head out. "What is it?"

The female player had no time to pay attention to Ella anymore and hurriedly informed General Doppler of what had happened in the downstairs arcade.

"That idiot!"

Doppler immediately frowned and stepped out of the room.

As he left, he glanced at Ella subconsciously, a sudden thought flashing through his mind—Hmm? There are such pretty maids here?

But it was only for a moment, because upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the maid's appearance was actually quite ordinary, and it seemed that it was just an illusion.

Besides, he had more important things to deal with right now, so he couldn't worry about anything else and turned to leave.

But in the brief moment the two left, no one noticed that a rat on the floor darted like an arrow into the crack of the door that was not yet fully closed.

Inside the door was an office, where several people sat in a U-shape around a long table that surrounded the wall.

On the table were several large instruments made of brass tubes engraved with magic circuits, but they were not cipher machines; rather, they were ordinary alchemical instruments used to send magic messages in bulk and to construct magic net barriers.

Loren also possesses such a thing, capable of unfolding a small magic net that covers approximately several miles. Within this range, a short-range teleportation signal can be achieved using the corresponding magic net's teleportation array.

Obviously, this method is impractical for long-distance message transmission. Not to mention the probability of being intercepted by the mage group, it is also very unstable to put in a magic network node every few kilometers, and it would waste manpower to maintain it, otherwise it might be blown down by a sandstorm.

Therefore, this place should be a regular liaison office used to contact other parts of Strømsgodset.

But that doesn’t mean this place is unimportant. General Doppler came here personally to issue orders. Although he wouldn’t communicate directly with the operators of the cipher machine, he needed to mobilize his troops located a hundred miles away. The target he would contact through these liaisons would inevitably be the codebreakers of the cipher machine.

At this moment, these liaison officers were still busy recording and sending messages. After all, the front line was not as stable as Strømsgodset, and there were still a lot of messages that needed their attention.

Therefore, no one noticed that the mouse was sneaking up onto the desk next to it, peering intently at the contact list posted on it.

After quickly recording all the contact codes on the form, the mouse spread out four small antennae and climbed onto the roof like a spider, hanging upside down in the air, continuing to observe the messages that each contact person was writing on the message scroll to send.

"Replenishment of steam tank repair materials... not this..."

"The mage group's analysis of the celestial phenomena three days from now... isn't this either..."

"The musketeers' position has moved forward ten meters... Emmm..."

"Population anomaly investigation in the coniferous field area... Oh, that's it!"

Ella's mouse eyes lit up, and it immediately recorded the communication code written on the scroll by the liaison officer. Then it immediately contacted "Shanquan Er'er" through the system.

[Night Snack: 761144, prepare a magical message, send it to this code name using Stromb's magic network, track the destination of the message, and tell me where it is.]

[Shanquan Er'er: Received]

After completing its task, the mouse was about to sneak into the small, open doorway beneath it when its gaze suddenly fell upon a stack of portraits piled in the corner of the long table.

"Guild player re-registration list...?"

Ella paused, about to take a closer look, when the liaison officer grabbed the stack of papers and threw them into the waste paper oven at her feet.

With a whoosh, the papers instantly turned into charcoal, scattering a few sparks.

……

Downstairs, the amusement park.

Ye Xiao continued to observe Pierberg's predicament.

Although he had become a temporary buddy, he didn't care about the poor guy's fate.

It's just that this guy was unlucky enough to be set up. Just like his own self-proclaimed theory of "profit above all else, the strong prey on the weak," he fell into the trap and deserved to be slaughtered.

However, General Doppler clearly still cared about this nobleman's son, since he was nominally under his army. Because of this incident, he wouldn't be able to explain to the family behind him when he returned.

So the bald man with the shiny bald head and a group of soldiers quickly appeared in the bustling amusement park and hurriedly headed to the gambling table where Pielberg and the others were.

"General Doppler!"

Pierberg was still struggling with the guards who were trying to grab him when he finally saw his general arrive and hurriedly shouted for help.

General Nadsoron seemed unsurprised by the situation, merely glancing briefly at Zhou Lixun sitting at the table before turning to face Doppler.

"What do you mean, Desoron? Who gave you the right to arrest my men here?"

General Doppler, true to his old ways, didn't care about the actual situation and launched an attack right away.

"If you can't manage your men, I'll manage them for you, Doppler."

De Soron smiled contemptuously, "Your followers are causing trouble in public. If you have any shame, don't be so unreasonable."

"That's right, this guy was just shouting that he wanted a duel!"

"I saw it too. This guy has absolutely no respect for military discipline and doesn't take this seriously at all!"

A group of noblemen who had been scattered around the table immediately started making a ruckus, pretending to be witnesses.

"Shit!"

Pierberg gritted his teeth in anger, "A bunch of beasts!"

"Look, they're still cursing, they're still cursing!"

"How rude and barbaric! A disgrace to our duchy!"

"Shut up, Pierberg."

Doppler's face darkened. "Desoron, how I manage my people is my business. It's none of your place to tell me what to do."

"Really? So you're determined to protect this troublemaker?"

De Soron squinted.

“I believe that when Congressman Pierberg hears you describe his son as a ‘prisoner’ after we return home, his expression will be quite interesting.”

Doppler's momentum was equally impressive.

"But this is the military, and the military operates on military principles. Even if you bring in a congressman to pressure me, it won't work."

De Soron sneered, "Arrest him!"

"you dare!?"

Doppler's eyes widened in anger, and the soldiers around him even placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.

The two sides were evenly matched, and the situation was gradually escalating when a soft, amused voice suddenly rang out in the arena.

"Interesting, gentlemen, what's going on here? Let me hear it too?"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and saw a young girl wearing a luxurious mink coat, with long dark purple hair, holding a water pipe between her fingers, walking over with a smile, surrounded by a group of people.

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Gamble of Fate

Almost instantly, the noisy atmosphere cooled down.

All the soldiers stood in perfect unison, bowing respectfully. The two generals also simultaneously lowered their guard and greeted the newcomers.

"Miss Windsor."

"Miss."

From the moment he entered the amusement park, Desoron had already noticed the saint and Windsor in the distance.

That's why he was in such a hurry to take down Pierberg, but the commotion in this corner eventually caught the attention of the other side.

It wasn't that he was afraid the councilwoman would help the other side, but rather that De Solon knew that, given her personality, once she got involved, the whole situation would probably become uncontrollable.

Desoron didn't want either of them to have any further contact, if possible.

General Doppler on the other side clearly shared the same idea. The two exchanged glances, and then De Soron spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Miss Windsor, we didn't mean to bother you. There was just a small incident here."

"That's right, that's right. I'll take my men back to discipline them now, so I won't disturb your enjoyment any longer, Miss."

General Doppler picked up the conversation, and the two old rivals from different factions were surprisingly in sync at this moment.

After saying that, he grabbed Pierberg's shoulder and was about to leave.

"Hey, don't rush."

However, the girl with wavy purple hair didn't seem to intend to let the fun go. Instead, she chuckled and raised her water pipe, ordering her personal guards to surround the crowd.

"Hey, Windsor, so that's why you've been gone for so long. Turns out you found something interesting without telling me."

Just then, another soft female voice rang out, and a golden yellow light, as dazzling as the sun, came into view.

The holy maiden of the duchy, accompanied by her loyal followers, gracefully approached the table.

Taking the rare opportunity to observe this top-tier combatant of the Principality's army up close, Ye Xiao glanced at him a few more times, only to realize that the other party's appearance was surprisingly familiar to him.

This made him widen his eyes slightly.