The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"Who told you to look around!" The little maid stamped her feet, her face slightly red.

"We've been together for such a long time, do you really not trust my character?" Ye Xiao scratched his head innocently, "How could I take the initiative to do those dirty things when I'm doing serious work!"

"Ah..." Seeing Ye Xiaoyi speaking seriously, Gretia couldn't help but wonder if she had really wronged him. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Okay, I'm sorry..."

Of course, it’s just not actively watching, being passive is another matter.

Ye Xiao thought about this and touched his nose. Besides, it was not like he had never seen Ella before. As a mature, stable and mentally healthy young man, he would not be so...

"what colour?"

"White." Ye Xiao answered subconsciously.

Chapter 11: The Baron of the Mine

At the bottom of the gray gold mine is a huge ore refinery standing in the center.

This huge rock structure, built with earth magic and human craftsmanship, had its fire in the furnace extinguished at some point, and it turned into just a huge shadow lying at the bottom of the pitch-black pit.

The surroundings were empty and quiet, with only a figure running hurriedly seen through the window of the central tower surrounded by several iron refining towers.

This was none other than Humphrey, the manager of the gray gold mine. With a look of fear on his mustache, he was staggering along the spiral staircase.

The noble shirt that used to be elegant and neat on his body was now torn and covered with dirty blood stains.

He walked on until he reached the room at the top of the tower.

There was a tightly closed iron door, with an intricate magic circle glowing above it.

Humphrey's panic-stricken expression finally showed a hint of joy. He ran to the door without stopping, took out a silver key from his clothes, inserted it into the door lock, turned it, looked down the long and quiet staircase at the back, and pushed the door open.

"My Lord Baron... wait for me..." At this moment, a hoarse shout came from the bottom of the stairs.

Humphrey, who had entered the door, looked out through the crack of the open door and saw a servant covered in blood walking up, holding on to the wall.

Perhaps knowing his master's character, the servant saw Humphrey had arrived at the door, his eyes widened, and regardless of the terrible scars on his body, he rushed towards the door almost like a madman, "No!!! Baron! Please! Let me in!"

"Get out, you lowly creature!" Humphrey ignored the servant's wailing and pushed the heavy door with all his strength, closing it just as the servant was about to touch the door.

But perhaps the door was too heavy, and it was too strenuous for Humphrey to push it alone. The servant's arm stretched out from the gap in the door and grabbed the inner wall edge.

"Please! Save me! Lord Baron!!"

"Get out! Get out of here, damn it!!!" Humphrey's eyes were bloodshot. If the door was not closed tightly, the protective magic circle on the door would not be effective. Was this pariah trying to kill him?

Thinking of this, Humphrey pushed the iron door with even more strength. The heavy iron block directly deformed the arm stuck in the gap of the door.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!! Please! Let me in, Baron..." The servant's wails were mixed with tears, but to Humphrey's ears it only made him more irritated.

Suddenly, the servant felt that the force of the iron door clamping his arm was not so strong. A trace of joy appeared on his face that was twisted by pain and despair. "Baron, you are willing to let me in..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a chill in his arm, followed by a piercing pain.

He was stunned at first, and then he saw that the half of his right arm was spurting blood.

“My hands, my hands ahhhhhh!!!”

Humphrey cut off the servant's arm with a knife, ignoring the cries outside the door and pushed the door shut without hesitation.

At the moment before the door was about to close, the servant's desperate and angry roar echoed in the room.

"Humphrey, you must die! You must die!!!"

"Peng" the iron gate was closed tightly.

Humphrey, his heart still beating violently, leaned against the gate and let out a long sigh. Then he turned around and spat fiercely at the iron gate, "Go to hell yourself, damned pariah!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then immediately ran to the mahogany table in the middle of the room, opened the drawer, took out a dark blue round crystal and smashed it on the ground.

Watching the crystal fragments flying, Humphrey finally felt relieved and leaned against the mahogany table, breathing heavily.

This crystal will send a distress message to the nearby guard camp through a communication spell. As long as you stay here and wait for help to arrive, everything will be fine.

This house is a magical barrier set up by a master-level defense school wizard. No one can break through it, no one!

Humphrey recalled the bizarre incident that had happened this morning, and even though he was safe, he was still frightened.

He was just directing his men to work as usual, when suddenly a guard reported that a tree with a dead body hanging on it had appeared in the mine.

The corpses on the trees seemed to be alive and attacked the guards and miners everywhere. Unlike the clumsy zombies controlled by ordinary necromancers, those strange corpses with tentacles were more agile than ordinary people.

The killed guards would sink into the ground, and new corpses would grow from the dry branches like fruits.

He had never seen such strange undead magic, and his guards were defeated after a short while against those strange corpses.

What a bunch of good-for-nothings!

Thinking of this, Humphrey slammed the table angrily. He had fed these losers with good food and drink for so long, but in the end they couldn't even hold them off for ten minutes, and he almost lost his life.

"hiss……"

When he relaxed, he felt the pain from the wound on his waist. Maybe it was the action of pushing the door and slamming the table just now that caused him to grimace in pain.

But these are all small matters.

Humphrey slowly stood up with the help of the table. On the wall behind the room were alchemical potions and bandages for healing, which could easily relieve the not-too-serious injury.

He leaned against the glass cabinet behind the desk, opened the door, took out a tube from a row of bright red glass bottles, and poured it into his mouth.

However, the potion, which should have been sweet, tasted like rotten mud when it entered his mouth. The disgusting taste made the mining baron spit it out directly.

"Ugh... cough cough, what the hell is this?" Humphrey looked at the puddle of black sewage he vomited on the ground, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He turned his head to look at the cupboard and found that the glass bottles on the shelf in the cupboard were all filled with pitch-black muddy water.

"What the hell!?" Baron Humphrey waved his hand in anger and swept out all the medicines in the cabinet. The medicines fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Are those servants eating shit? No one replaced the expired potion! ? The money I usually give them is worse than feeding the dogs!

"Uh..." The waving action again affected the injury on his waist. Humphrey, feeling the pain, immediately reached for the bandage next to the medicine rack.

Then he felt his fingers touching something slippery, and he shuddered and quickly pulled his hand back.

The bandage somehow turned into a wriggling black snake that wrapped around his wrist, instantly frightening the thin baron so much that his face turned pale.

"Shit! Fucking shit!!!" Humphrey threw the bandage wrapped around his hand to the ground, stomped on it a few times, and then sat down on the ground.

But then he discovered that there was no snake at all, only a dirty bandage on the ground.

"My Lord Baron!? Are you okay?" Just at this moment, a shout came to his ears.

He raised his head dazedly and looked towards the iron gate. The voice came from outside the door.

"Baron, are you in there!?"

Now Humphrey heard it clearly. It was the voice of the chief guard stationed in a nearby camp. He had even had a drink with him before. The voice sounded so familiar!

Saved, finally saved!

The baron scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the iron gate.

But just as he put his hand on the door handle, a trace of doubt suddenly arose in his heart.

He had just sent out the signal, how come the guards stationed outside the mine arrived so quickly?

Chapter 12: The Dead Wails

"Lord Humphrey, are you in there?"

The captain of the guards' voice continued to ring out, but the baron, with sweat on his forehead, tremblingly withdrew his hand from the door handle.

Impossible, this absolutely cannot be the captain of the guard.

Even though the voice sounded exactly the same, there was no way the real captain of the guards could arrive here so quickly.

Humphrey had no idea what was outside the door, but he knew he must not open the door at this moment.

"Lord Baron!? Hey! Aren't you in there?"

"Hey!"

"If there's no one inside, we'll retreat. There's still fighting going on in other places, so we have to rush to other places to rescue people."

"Let's retreat, everyone. The Baron should not be inside. Let's go look for him somewhere else."

Humphrey covered his mouth, his heart filled with anxiety. The words of the person outside the door made him a little shaken, but he had to convince himself that all this was fake.

He stood there until the sound outside the door completely disappeared and the room returned to silence.

Damn...

Perhaps it was a negative effect of blood loss, but Humphrey felt his brain becoming increasingly dizzy.

The dim room was lit only by a few pyroxene lamps hanging on the wall. In a trance, he felt that the shape of the desk not far away had changed a little, and it was dark, like a person lying on the ground.

Like a person lying on the ground...?

Humphrey squinted his eyes, and in the dim light it seemed as if there was really a person lying on the floor beside the table.

He was wearing a servant's short robe, his upper body was rising and falling slightly, and he seemed to be breathing heavily.

"Huh...huh..."

In the silent room, the faint panting sound rang in Baron Humphrey's ears, gradually becoming clearer.

Where is this person from? Where is this person from again! ?

Humphrey's heart was in his throat. He drew the sword from his waist and walked forward tremblingly.

The closer we get, the clearer the scene becomes.

The other person's clothes were covered in mud and blood. His left hand was grasping the edge of the desk, and his right arm was pressed under his chest...but it was bleeding.

"Why didn't you save me!!!"

The figure turned suddenly and roared and pounced on Humphrey, and the holes where his eyeballs were dug out stared at his terrified face.

"Don't come over here!" Humphrey's face was distorted with panic. The knife in his hand chopped on the servant who was supposed to be dead, but it felt like chopping off a hard piece of wood.

"It hurts! It hurts so much, Your Majesty!" The servant whose shoulder was cut wailed and fell to the ground. Then he raised his head and struggled to crawl towards Humphrey with blood all over his body.

Humphrey tried to pull out the knife that had slashed the servant, but the blade seemed to be stuck, causing his hand to slip from the handle due to the sudden force, and he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.

"Get out! Get out!!!" Humphrey wailed and moved backwards frantically until his back touched the cold iron door.

The servant crawled on the ground with twisted limbs, stretching out his broken right arm to try to reach Humphrey, who was already pale with fear.

Looking at the dark white bone stuck in the pool of rotten flesh in the wound of the broken arm, which was about to poke his nose, Humphrey's tense spirit was almost about to collapse.

He twisted his body, grabbed the handle on the side and opened the iron door. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from this room that was driving him crazy as quickly as possible.

At the moment the door opened, the cold wind that suddenly blew in from outside made Humphrey, whose mind was tortured and almost crazy, suddenly feel a little clear-headed.

Through the crack in the door, he saw the dead servant leaning against the door panel, his bloodshot eyes staring at him blankly, motionless.

When he looked behind him, he saw that his knife was just quietly stuck on the desk, and there was nothing on the clean and tidy floor except a few footprints of his.

It’s over.

Realizing that something was wrong, Humphrey immediately tried to close the gap in the door that had just been opened, but the body of the servant who was leaning against the iron door before his death suddenly slipped down, and his upper chest was stuck in the gap in the door.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Humphrey yelled, bent down and pressed the bloody head of the corpse to try to push the body out of the door.

But because it was stuck on the iron gate when it slipped, Humphrey was unable to push it forward.

"Do you need help?"

A whisper suddenly sounded in his ears, and Humphrey looked up suddenly. On the stairwell outside the door, a burly figure was slowly walking towards him.

The figure's body was ridiculously large, and his dark cloak was bulged out by his giant bear-like figure, almost completely blocking the entire stairwell.

"Who are you?" Humphrey exclaimed, but he was still pushing the corpse stuck in the crack of the door with his hands.

Perhaps the God of Light heard his inner prayers, and the grinning baron actually pushed the corpse out of the door.

He immediately ran back to the door and tried to push the heavy iron door shut, but the next second, an arm with only bones left after the skin festering suddenly grabbed the edge of the door from the outside.

Then the second hand, the third hand...

Countless rotten hands grabbed the edge of the door and forcibly pushed open the heavy iron door along with Baron Humphrey's body.

Humphrey stumbled and fell to the ground, with only fear in his eyes.

Because he saw those withered arms, all sticking out from under the cloak of the strong figure.

"Monster... Monster!!!" The baron screamed in fear and moved backwards along the floor.