The Villain Saint is my secondary account

These voices coming from other tables were obviously directed at the big guy who suddenly stood at the closed door.

But the burly figure ignored the shouting, just walked silently across the lobby and came to Ye Xiao's table.

The burly man was wearing a cloak that smelled of earth, and behind his high collar, a pair of lifeless eyes like a dead person looked at Ye Xiao.

"...Do you know him?" Li Cheng looked at the big guy and then at Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao shook his head, his hand silently pressing on the hilt of the knife leaning against the back of the chair.

Then there was a thud, and the big guy suddenly knelt on the ground towards Ye Xiao and kowtowed his head hard.

Chapter 3 A humble request

"Oh!" Ye Xiao stood up hurriedly, "What are you doing?!"

As the big guy kowtowed, the crow clinging to his shoulder also howled. The loud sound echoed in the tavern lobby, causing a group of guests eating nearby to cover their ears and curse.

"It's so noisy, what's going on over there!?" "Hey, where's the waiter? Waiter! Why don't you kick this guy out!?"

Everyone in the hall turned their eyes here. Ella, Freya and Grettia at the table couldn't help but tighten the brims of their cloaks. It was because the looks of these three girls were too easy to attract unnecessary attention.

Especially Ella's iconic silver hair and red eyes, her fame is known to everyone in Loren.

"What's going on, buddy? Let's talk it over nicely." Ye Xiao's scalp tingled. He had been beaten without saying a word many times before, but this was the first time he was asked to kowtow to someone as soon as they met.

What is this, a request for redress? But the person he is bowing to is not Ella, and it is useless to tell me, Ye Xiao, about the grievances.

The big guy knelt on the ground, took out a washed-white cloth bag from under his heavy coat, and whispered, "Sir, here are all my property. I just hope to ask you to exchange it for something."

As he spoke, the crow on his shoulder continued to caw.

"Why don't we talk somewhere else? Your pet is really disturbing others." Ye Xiao was helpless. Although he didn't know what was going on, if he continued like this, it would arouse the anger of the entire pub.

As for danger, if he was alone he might be more vigilant, but Ella was right next to him, and there were also Grettia and Freya patrolling the area. Unless this guy turned into an evil god on the spot, there was really no need for him to be too afraid.

However, after Ye Xiao finished speaking, the crow seemed to crow even more happily towards him.

"She said she is not a pet." The little maid beside her suddenly said.

Ye Xiao was stunned, "Can you understand what this crow is saying?"

"This is not a crow." Gratia said lazily, "This is a dark owl."

After Gratia spoke, the bird on the big guy's shoulder suddenly stopped calling, jumped twice, and leaned against the big guy's head, as if it was trembling.

Dark Owl?

Ye Xiao looked at the pitch-black bird and suddenly remembered that when Grettia summoned the three-headed dog of hell, the three-headed dog seemed to have mentioned this name.

Although the bird stopped howling, Ye Xiao still stood up and informed his friends at the table, then left the pub with the big guy.

When Ye Xiao left, he also took the little maid with him. He was afraid that this guy would secretly drink while he was away. After all, apart from himself, even Ella might not be able to control this guy.

Besides, Gratia can recognize the bird on the big guy, so maybe she can help.

Watching Ye Xiao pulling the little maid and the sturdy figure out of the door, Li Cheng scratched his head slightly worriedly, "They should be fine."

He actually hesitated whether to go and take a look as well. After all, he was sitting close and could feel the uncomfortable aura from the big guy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Li." A light and pleasant voice sounded. Li Cheng turned around and saw Ella smiling at him. He felt much more at ease.

Since the Saint Lady is not worried, there should be no problem.

In a remote corner of the street outside the door, Ye Xiao took a package covered with some mud and handed it to him by a big guy. He opened it and found some gold coins and strange-shaped minerals inside.

All these things are worth about fifty gold in total, but there are some stones that even Ye Xiao can't recognize, so this price is probably just an estimate.

"Dude, so what do you hope to exchange these for?" Ye Xiao was a little confused and asked, continuing what the big guy had said in the tavern before.

"In recent years, I have been looking for materials suitable for suppressing dead souls." The big guy clasped his hands together, his tone full of humility.

Such a rough figure, yet such a respectful posture, seemed somewhat awkward.

"Then... my partner, Eunice, who is this bird, saw your partner had something very suitable in the market this afternoon, so I came to you to see if I could exchange it for a piece."

The material to suppress dead souls... Ye Xiao touched his chin, could it be referring to the Styx rock?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Gratia beside him.

The little maid didn't deliberately hide the fact that she had Styx Rock. She just held her hands to her chest and said indifferently, "That's not something a mortal should desire."

Good man, why didn't you say that when you gave it to me before? Ye Xiao felt inexplicably amused when listening to the serious words of the little maid.

But since Gratia didn't want to give it, Ye Xiao certainly wouldn't force it, so he spread his hands towards the big guy and said, "Sorry."

But let alone Gratia, even Ye Xiao would not give it. Apart from anything else, the guy in front of him looked too suspicious. God knows what he would do with the Styx Rock.

Most of the big guy's face was covered by his collar, but from the wrinkled forehead and the sparse hair on the top of his head that was barely visible, it could be seen that this guy certainly didn't look very likable.

The pair of somewhat shriveled eyeballs seemed to reveal a hint of loss. He hesitated for a moment, and then his hands wrapped in gray-white bandages took out a black-covered book from under his coat and handed it to Ye Xiao.

“…Can you…add this as well?”

The cover of the book was already a little brittle due to its age. Ye Xiao took it and held it very carefully, fearing that he would be blackmailed by the other party if he accidentally damaged it. "What is this?"

The dark owl on the big guy's shoulder seemed to want to shout again when he saw this scene, but when he glanced at Gretia standing next to Ye Xiao with a lazy look on her face, he swallowed the sound back.

"It's just some of my...knowledge." The big guy said tremblingly.

"Um... can I open it and take a look?"

"As you wish."

Ye Xiao pinched the thin cover and gently opened it. On the pages were some obscure spells and array-like patterns.

With his level as a half-baked wizard who relied on the system, he naturally couldn't understand it very well. After flipping through several pages, he still had no idea what these talismans were for.

He glanced to his side and saw that Gretia was also looking at the words on the book with great interest, but she didn't seem to intend to explain it to him.

The little maid looked at it attentively for a while, and then she noticed Ye Xiao's helpless and confused look. She couldn't help but wonder, "...You don't understand?"

"Why do you think I can understand it?" Ye Xiao was even more surprised.

"Ah? You can even construct a miraculous spell that manipulates time and space, but you can't understand these spells?"

Ye Xiao coughed guiltily, "This is a long story...but I have to admit that my basic skills in magic are really poor."

The maid's cute face showed a conflicted and helpless expression. "If the greatest arcanist in the past knew that his inheritance was passed on to a person who was illiterate, he would probably jump out of his coffin."

Chapter 4: Bounty Hunter

"Oh, don't worry about these details." Ye Xiao waved his hand, "Please help explain it."

"It's basically some self-developed necromancy spells. Some of the ideas are quite interesting." Seeing that Ye Xiao couldn't understand, Gretia simply took the book from Ye Xiao, flipped through it casually, and looked at the big guy again, "It doesn't look like the product of an academic school. Did you teach yourself, human?"

Although the big guy didn't know the background of this arrogant little girl, he still looked respectful and said, "I was fortunate enough to receive guidance from some other seniors."

"Yeah." After reading it, Gretia handed the book back to Ye Xiao, "You have quite a talent, but I don't need it."

"What a pity buddy, my brother said she doesn't need it." Ye Xiao handed the book back to the big guy and teased the little maid with her arrogant tone.

Then he felt a small hand pinching his side.

"Ah..." The big guy sighed, took the book back, and gently stroked the old cover with his bandaged hand, then put it back into his coat, "Then I'm sorry for taking up your time."

"It's okay... But I'm a little curious, what do you want to do with the stone?" Ye Xiao asked, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to tell me."

The big guy shook his head, turned and left without answering Ye Xiao's question.

The tall and strong figure walked on the street, but seemed a little lonely.

……

"Steal it, can't you find a way to steal it?"

The dark owl on the gravedigger's shoulder saw Ye Xiao and Gratia returning to the tavern in the distance, and immediately started shouting again.

Although these were just noisy syllables in the ears of passers-by, they were real words in the ears of the big guy.

"No." The big guy just responded softly.

"Why! You are Besolini!" The voice of Dark Owl was loud and unpleasant. "Can't you catch that man and threaten that woman? Use the Corruption Curse to dissolve his bones! Use the Bloodthirsty Bugs to drain his blood!"

"Why!? Why do you have to kneel down and beg! Aren't you ashamed?!"

"Just get that stone! Seal more dead souls and you can become a lich!"

"I told you that's not my purpose, Eunice," the big guy whispered.

"Why didn't you say that when you killed my father?"

"Ah? You think you're a good person now?"

"You turned me into this mess, and now you want redemption!?"

"Who are you pretending for? What qualifications do you have?!"

The big guy didn't respond to Dark Owl's noise, but just walked silently along the deserted street.

But just as he was about to reach the edge of the town, several figures blocking the end of the road suddenly appeared in his sight.

Subconsciously, the burly gravedigger turned around decisively, only to find that the road behind him was also blocked by several figures hiding outside the light of the street lamps.

Figures suddenly appeared at both ends and slowly approached the big man surrounded in the middle. The person in the front walked out of the darkness under the swaying lights. The man in the front was wearing a black and gray windbreaker, a brown felt hat, and was leaning on a straight cane.

"Okay, okay, okay." The man looked to be about thirty years old, with a pair of brown eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat on his narrow face. He said in a gloomy voice, "Everyone, look, who is this?"

"I don't know you." The big guy whispered, "I probably haven't offended you."

“But I know you, Besolini.” The leader chuckled. “I never expected that the notorious Death Speaker would hide in this remote town. This is really a pleasant surprise.”

"... Bounty Hunter." Besolini raised his hand, stroked the Dark Owl on his shoulder, and swallowed, "You go first, Eunice."

"Why are you leaving? Just because of these clowns who were sent here?"

"They know your name but still dare to challenge you. Kill them quickly!" The Dark Owl howled again.

"I say, is this bird you raise too noisy?" The leading bounty hunter frowned and raised his hand slightly to signal.

"boom"

With a loud bang, another bounty hunter nearby burst into a dazzling burst of fire from the long-barreled musket he was holding.

The spark that streaked across the night sky grazed Besolini's arm, leaving a trail of blood.

The moment the other party raised his gun, Besolini grabbed Dark Owl and suddenly dodged sideways, thus barely avoiding Dark Owl from being shot to death.

"Valen musket..." The burly gravedigger touched the scar on his arm, his body trembling slightly.

"You seem quite well-informed... huh?"

Besolini knelt down on his knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed to the bounty hunter.

"What are you doing?" The bounty hunter was a little confused, and his movement of holding the cane paused for a moment.

“Please... let us go.” Even though he was lying on the ground, he looked like a giant bear lying down, but the deep and deep voice spoke humble words that did not match his figure.

The dark owl flapped its wings again and let out a shrill howl, and the leader was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Are you kidding me hahahaha?”

The leader kicked the huge body, his face full of disdain and mockery.

"Let you go?"

"Who will spare the civilians you killed?"

"Ah? Necromancer? How many corpses are still in your lair? Why don't you ask them if they want to let you go!?"

The bounty hunters around him also laughed, looking at the crouching Besolini as if they were watching a clown's performance.

"Besolini! Kill them! What are you afraid of?" The Dark Owl also struggled in the gravedigger's arms and howled, "Kill them!!"

Amid the clamor, only Besolini remained silent, just kneeling like a stone statue.

The leader kicked him a few times casually and found that the strong man was as hard and heavy as a stone in a pit and did not move at all. He couldn't help but feel a little angry, and kicked the big guy's chin with all his strength.

The hard-toed leather boot hit Besolini's chin, and the sturdy figure was kicked over immediately, with a faint trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The bounty hunter grabbed the wings of the flapping dark owl and lifted it up, dropping a few black feathers.

"It's so fucking boring." The bounty hunter looked at the struggling black bird with disdain, "This broken thing probably won't sell for much money, so I'll send you to hell first."

After saying that, he took out the knife from his waist and pointed it at the belly of the Dark Owl.