The Villain Saint is my secondary account

The squad leader and a group of team members immediately gritted their teeth and stood in front of Ye Xiao, saying, "Please consider the bigger picture; Duke Tyron is still waiting for us inside!"

The conversation was a bit strange, so much so that Ye Xiao was stunned for a while before he realized what it meant.

No, actually Astra and this guy don't get along at all, right?

Thinking about it carefully, Beryl's words just now were probably more like a teasing remark to his old nemesis. How could Astra, with his arrogant personality, possibly get along with Beryl, who looks so mischievous?

Ye Xiao looked at Beller's mocking eyes and was shocked, realizing that he had almost been tricked by this guy.

He quickly sorted out his thoughts, then his eyes darkened slightly, and he said coldly, "Get out of the way. I'm only being polite for the sake of the occasion, but don't push your luck."

He was sweating as he said this. To be honest, he was also gambling a bit. If Astra and Beller were really best friends, then he would have no choice but to accept his fate.

Fortunately, it seemed he had guessed correctly about the complicated relationship between the two. The quirky Berel, after being scolded, actually showed a satisfied expression, "Hmm, this gives me a long-lost feeling."

I'm impressed. Dealing with this troublesome guy is really not easy.

Ye Xiao was still feeling lingering fear, but fortunately, she managed to get away with it.

Next, the group followed the attendants into the guest room to meet the Duke.

Duke Tyron seemed to be looking at some documents behind his desk in the room. As soon as he saw Ye Xiao and the others come in, he quickly stood up and politely gestured for them to sit down.

"My two chief executives, please take a seat. Butler, quickly make some tea for them."

Despite being a duke, Councilor Tyron knew very well that he still had to maintain awe before the true gods.

He took the initiative to walk around from behind the desk and sit on the large sofa next to the coffee table.

The members of the Starweavers team obediently sat down to the side, giving the main seat facing the Duke to Ye Xiao and Belier.

It was a very wide, long sofa, which could easily seat three or four people.

So Beller smiled and naturally walked to the sofa and sat down. Ye Xiao followed suit and sat down, elegantly crossing his legs behind him.

"Good afternoon, Your Grace. There's no need for such formalities."

The two were originally sitting on opposite sides of the center of the sofa, but Ye Xiao wondered if it was just his imagination, but as they talked, he felt that Beryl was leaning towards him intentionally or unintentionally, so he had to move to the side to keep his distance from Beryl as much as possible.

The clothes rubbed against the sofa seat, making a soft "rustling" sound.

"I read the documents before coming here and roughly understand what the two gentlemen mean."

"Sasa"

"I have indeed benefited greatly from Lord Astra's opinions on the upgrade plan."

"Sasa"

"But I don't quite understand. If your company wants to participate in Aslan's operations, it could be decided internally. Why did you specifically ask me to explain this to you...?"

As Duke Tyron spoke, he watched as the two "girls" in front of him silently squeezed together at the edge of the sofa.

Chapter 131 Taking Things Out of Context

What exactly does this woman want to do?

Ye Xiao muttered to himself, his attention completely absorbed by Beryl's subtle, almost imperceptible movements. It wasn't until the room suddenly fell silent that he realized everyone's eyes were on him, as if waiting for his response.

—Wait, is it my turn to speak?

Ye Xiao's heart tightened, and he belatedly realized that he might have missed an important opportunity to speak. He quickly clenched his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly, and tried to cover up his embarrassment.

"cough……"

The problem is, what did the Duke just say? He didn't hear a thing!

Ye Xiao felt a surge of panic. He had been so focused on guarding against Beryl's approach that he hadn't paid any attention to the conversation. He quickly glanced at Beryl and saw that she was looking at him with a half-smile, as if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Fortunately, Ye Xiao reacted quickly, immediately putting on a serious face and turning his gaze to the player squad leader beside him. The squad leader, as expected, "understood" and immediately took over the conversation: "The reasons are rather complicated, but Your Grace need not worry. As long as you agree, we will also draw up a formal contract."

"This executive officer is also the head of the Aslan region within the department, and she can guarantee the successful completion of the plan."

After the squad leader finished speaking, he even nodded to Berel.

Beller smiled slightly and continued, "No need to worry, Your Grace, the situation in Aslan is entirely under our control. As you know, the Aslan Empire now only has the northern provinces left, the emperor is seriously ill, and a change of throne is imminent. Under internal and external pressure, it is only a matter of time before the royal family is completely under our control."

Aslan? Upon hearing this word, a hint of doubt flashed in Ye Xiao's eyes. He had thought that this meeting would only discuss the internal affairs of the Duchy of Tedeh, but he hadn't expected it to involve the Aslan Empire in the west of the continent. The topic of this meeting seemed to be much more profound than he had imagined.

Duke Tyron stroked his chin, his brow furrowing slightly. "I have unwavering faith in the Executive Officer's abilities, but... please understand, this will complicate our family's position. After all, we first established a planning agreement with your company's operations department. As different departments within the same organization, it would be too risky for me to draft another contract that would affect the previous agreement."

"You can rest assured about that, Your Grace. We will take care of Lord Adam."

Beller waved her hand gracefully, her tone relaxed, but Ye Xiao noticed that she subtly moved her body a little closer to him. "What we mainly need is a reasonable pretext."

"Sorry... I still don't quite understand."

Duke Tyrande's voice carried a hint of hesitation.

“Then I’ll be frank, Your Grace.”

Beller lowered his hand and stared directly into Duke Tyran's eyes. "What we really want to target... is actually the Moon Guardians."

Ye Xiao keenly noticed that a few beads of sweat instantly appeared on Duke Tyron's forehead, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

"As an outsider, it's really not appropriate for me to know too much about the internal affairs of your company..."

The Duke's voice was strained, clearly trying to hide his unease.

"To be honest,"

Beller interrupted him directly, his tone still languid and gentle, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, "We, the Operations Agency, and even the Research Institute... all have our own objectives in this plan, which is normal. The Moon Guardian is different. The things she's trying to involve her in have already violated our shared stance... We suspect that she may very well be the traitor the company has been searching for."

Although Ye Xiao didn't say anything, just by looking at Duke Tyrone's ugly face, he could imagine that the other man was inwardly gasping for breath. Once such a statement about "a traitor in the company" was made, it would obviously drag the Duke into this trouble as well.

“Lord Beller, I am merely a nobleman from an ordinary human nation. Even if you told me these things, there's nothing I can do. If these things are truly true, you should inform the lord at the outpost directly…”

Duke Tyrande's voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Of course, your approach will determine the direction in which you ultimately bear the pressure."

A sly glint flashed in Beller's eyes. "If it were the one behind me, or Lord Adam, who made the suggestion from above, the lord at the outpost would have to intervene personally."

"I still don't quite get it..."

Duke Tyrann paused, then his voice trembled as if he had suddenly realized something, "Wait a minute, you're not going to say that the Sage is the real traitor..."

"Shh, I didn't say that."

Beller chuckled and held up an index finger, gently pressing it to his lips. "The plan to conquer Loren has been thwarted, and no one wants the conflict to erupt at this critical juncture. Therefore, only if you, as the apparent leader, 'take matters into your own hands' can the dispute be kept under divine control."

Upon hearing this, Duke Tyron's expression grew even more unpleasant. Ye Xiao could almost guess what the duke was thinking—damn it, why did these guys have to drag me into their infighting?

“…Even so, my two chief executive officers, I still have to consider the family’s interests.”

Duke Tyron took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm. "Could you give me a moment to go back and consult with Lord Adam again?"

"Well……"

Beller pouted, a hint of coldness flashing in his dark eyes. Duke Tyrann swallowed hard, but kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to budge.

"That's possible, but... there's something I need to let you know first."

Beryl's lips curled up slightly, and then he winked at Ye Xiao.

Huh? Ye Xiao was taken aback, completely confused by the meaning behind Beryl's look. He instinctively glanced at his "little brother"—the squad leader of the Starweavers.

As expected, the squad leader immediately pulled out a recording crystal from his pocket. His movements were so practiced that Ye Xiao couldn't help but think to himself: This guy also carries a recording crystal with him. How dare he scold me back then?

Duke Tyrande accepted the photographic crystal, and an image was immediately projected onto the coffee table. In the image, a burly man covered in blood was bound to a chair, with a gruesome scar on his face. He was draped in a thin linen garment, his body covered in wounds, and several cast iron instruments of torture lay at his feet, clearly indicating that he had undergone a brutal interrogation.

Wesker? Ye Xiao recognized the guy at a glance. He was one of the two leaders of the rebels in the previous airship hijacking. At that time, Variant and the Red Dragon Antoniere had both fallen into madness, but Wesker was nowhere to be found. He never expected that he would fall into the hands of the Starweaver.

Who was the mastermind behind the robbery?

A cold voice came from the projection.

"I said...I said..."

Wesker's voice trembled, clearly he was about to break down, "That deity called himself that..."

"'Noah'..."

Chapter 132 Noah's True Form

"Noah?"

Duke Tyrannosaurus repeated the name in a low voice, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the rim of the teacup, the white porcelain reflecting the blue of his knuckles.

His gaze wandered, as if trying to search his memory for any trace of the name, but ultimately found nothing.

"I appreciate that you two gentlemen are willing to reveal this name, but I don't quite understand what this has to do with what we are discussing?"

Beller smiled softly, the tips of her violet hair shimmering in the candlelight. Her smile held a hint of mystery, as if she had already anticipated the Duke's reaction.

To explain this more clearly, let me tell you a secret first—

She paused, her tone suddenly turning low, "'Adam's' true form was actually the first being in the Old Gods to be given the name 'human'."

"wait wait wait!"

The duke's hand trembled violently, spilling tea onto the exquisite tablecloth, leaving a dark brown stain. His voice was strained, tinged with obvious panic, "Such divine secrets are probably not something I should be hearing..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't Lord Adam tell you this before?"

Beller smiled without any remorse. "It's alright. You should feel honored. As a servant chosen by Lord Adam, you can take this opportunity to learn more about his mythology."

The Duke of Tyron had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his handkerchief was clenched tightly in his palm.

He knew that although Beller's tone was relaxed, the secrets of the gods were never free, and behind every word lay an unbearable price.

His gaze unconsciously swept across the corner of the room, as if searching for a way out, but Beryl's voice kept him firmly rooted to the spot.

"As the embodiment of the concept of 'humanity,' Adam was the original god of the present world, the first deity worshipped by humankind."

"Of course, in today's new age of gods, his story has long been buried in the dust of history, but we can learn from some fragments of knowledge that the original gods and humans had no concept of gender and could not reproduce themselves. So they seized two divine powers from the laws and transformed them into primordial fetuses of different genders and gave them names."

"Duke, you should be quite familiar with two of these names, Uriel and Raphael. They are the two great ancestors of the human race of the Old Gods... The reason we don't say they are the ancestors of the human race of the New Gods is because the human bloodline we know today is no longer pure. For example, the people of Aslan still retain obvious elven characteristics."

"Therefore you may not know that the ancient Skywing race, which was once regarded by historians as the 'angel race', was actually the original human race."

"But that's a digression. Let's go back to the beginning. The first two human ancestors, a man and a woman, were quite aloof. Uriel, with his infinite lifespan and immense power, possessed the ability to reproduce, yet he never had the thought of 'reproducing' with Miss Raphael, which greatly troubled our Lord Adam."

"So after reflecting, He used His divine power to create a third person. This one was different from Uriel; he possessed the desire for 'procreation,' or rather, the ability for 'love,' but unfortunately, he lacked the ability to procreate."

"This third person 'fell in love' with Raphael, which aroused 'jealousy' in Uriel, who had no concept of emotion, and thus, 'love' was born for the purpose of procreation."

"Isn't it quite interesting, this ancient myth? But I'm just using the story itself as a starting point; the important thing is the name of that third ancestor of humankind..."

Beller winked playfully. "Duke, guess... what's his name?"

Having said all that, even if Bellier didn't give an answer, Duke Tyran already knew the answer.

"No... Your Excellency, this... this should just be a coincidence..."

Duke Tyron took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"In the entire present world, there is only one god who can be called 'Noah'."

Beryl had a wicked grin on his face.

"impossible!"

The Duke stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh screech.

His voice suddenly rose, tinged with anger and panic, "If that's the case, why would that lord use his real name..."

"Because only divine spells constructed with true names can unleash divine power..."

Beryl waved his hand. “Where do you think a rebel like Wesker could get the strength and confidence to fight against a regular army? Unless… they really received divine authorization and it has been verified.”

"No... I cannot agree with this. This must be a dirty trick used by those rebels. Lord Adam has no reason to do such a thing."

Duke Tyron slumped back into his chair. "My lords, now that I have chosen Lord Adam's side, it is impossible for me to go against his decision."

"You don't need to go against him. I'm just giving you another option to protect the people you love."

Beryl's voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of consolation, "Lord Adam's love for humanity is far more cruel than you imagine. He only values ​​those he approves of; as for others... they are nothing but useless burdens."

The Duke's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had thought of something terrible. His gaze drifted involuntarily to the window, where the manor's gardens were faintly visible, and Miss Windsor's favorite rose garden appeared particularly tranquil in the twilight.

“In the original plan, you were one of the Ascended, but Miss Windsor…”

Beller paused, a hint of pity in his voice, "She was just a sacrifice in the plan."