My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"After all, Master Orson has been with the Master longer than we have."

Mary married Lucius when Orson was ten years old. In terms of time, she did not spend as much time with Lucius as Orson did.

"In that case, why don't you let Butler Albert stay with him and take care of him?"

"Maybe Mr. Butler is too old."

Although Randall kept trying to alleviate Mary's doubts, it only made Mary more suspicious that there must be some unspeakable secret between Lucius and Orson, which might be related to family inheritance and power distribution.

"Randall, you are the only servant I brought from the Duke of Orleans. You have been with me for so long. You know, in this family, I only trust you." Mary said this and looked at Randall.

"Yes, it's a great honor to have your trust, ma'am." Randall heard this and bowed respectfully to Mary.

"So, there are some things I can only tell you, and I will tell you, and I hope you don't tell anyone."

Randall nodded and looked at Mary.

Then Mary spoke and told Randall her thoughts.

"I want to hold the power of this family in my hands."

"But... Madam, Master Orson and Master Leete are both outstanding people. No matter which one of them inherits the title, they are not mediocre. It is still very difficult to seize the family power from them, especially as you told me before..."

"Mr. Orson and Mr. Leete are probably still on the same front."

"That's right." Mary nodded. "But the inheritance rights don't just belong to the two of them."

As she said this, she touched her belly.

Seeing Mary's actions, Randall looked shocked.

"Madam...you wouldn't..."

"Yeah." Mary said this with a hint of complaint in her tone. "I can't help it. After all, Orson doesn't want to cooperate with me, and Litt has been led by Orson to get power.

This is the only solution.”

"So, Randall, we are now on the same side. You have no choice but to help me."

"..." Randall's expression changed again and again, and finally nodded. "Everything is up to you, ma'am."

……

On the other side, the desert.

It has been some time since the orcs completely retreated back to the desert.

Because they retreated the slowest, Baru's army only returned to their tribe today.

When he was still some distance away from the tribe, a pungent smell of blood reached Baru's nose.

He frowned, feeling something was wrong, and quickly ordered the army to speed up. Finally, in the morning, Baru's orc army saw the wooden wall of the tribe.

Before entering the tribe, Baru saw a shocking scene.

On the wooden wall at the entrance of the tribe, half of the brown wall was stained red with blood.

Many corpses were lying in front of the tribe’s gate, forming a small hill.

The scene in front of us could only have been done by other orcs.

Humans cannot enter the desert, and Baru knows this.

Baru also had a clear idea of ​​which tribes the orcs were from. They were simply the orcs he had suppressed with tough measures at that time. They were very resentful of him, so they took this opportunity to kill their way into their own tribe.

At this moment, the other orcs still didn't understand the situation and thought that humans had entered the desert, making them angry and scared.

What makes them angry is that humans attack their elderly, children, women and children, but what makes them afraid is that human armies will be able to invade the desert, and then their last line of defense will be gone.

Baru looked at the army following him and made a decision in his heart.

Since other tribes are unkind, don't blame Baru for being unjust.

Thinking of this, he gathered the soldiers together.

"Warriors! Our tribe has been attacked." After the army gathered together, Baru began his speech, mobilizing the emotions of the warriors.

"They are not humans, but orcs from other tribes who fought with us some time ago!"

As Baru finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Yes, you heard it right. We established the rules at the beginning. The more we fight, the more we gain. We paid the price of thousands of soldiers' deaths, and the huge amount of spoils is what we deserve!"

"As a result, those greedy guys were jealous of our wealth. After they fled from the battlefield, I hadn't even settled accounts with them yet. Instead, they invaded our tribe, killed our relatives, and stole what was supposed to belong to us."

"We can't just let them go!" Baru said, raising his arms and shouting, "Warriors, follow me and fight back!"

"Fight back!" The emotions of the other orc warriors below the stage had also been aroused at this moment. The low morale caused by the defeat and retreat was swept away in an instant, and all turned into a passion for revenge.

After the speech, Baru walked off the stage and looked at the old orc who had been chatting with him.

"Old Senior, this is all right, right?"

"Yes." The old orc nodded. "The orcs need a king, a king who can unite all the orcs. You are just the right person to be such a king."

At this moment, in the desert, other orc tribes were fighting each other because of uneven distribution of spoils. It was hard to imagine that such a large united group would turn against each other in an instant after being disbanded.

……

Seven days later, at the border between humans and orcs, a man in a white cloak appeared at the edge of the desert.

He raised his head, looked at the wind and sand in the desert, then turned back to look at the city behind him, and then took his own steps and walked towards the depths of the desert.

The reason why humans do not enter the desert is because of the special sandstorm climate in the desert.

In this sandstorm climate, ordinary human soldiers are extremely likely to suffer from respiratory infections, which reduces their combat effectiveness and even causes them to lose their lives.

The deeper you go into the desert, the more frequent this kind of sandstorm will occur, and in the worst cases it can even block out the sun.

At the same time, as the exploration deepens, the damage caused by wind and sand in the desert to the human body becomes increasingly serious.

Even high-level warriors have to spend energy to protect themselves when facing this kind of sandstorm weather. Under such harsh conditions, it is difficult for humans to survive, let alone fight.

Humans had previously sent an army of 20,000 deep into the desert in an attempt to wipe out the orcs, but they never expected that before the army could penetrate the depths of the desert, they would be annihilated by the human side.

They lost contact, and of those who eventually escaped, only one in ten survived. All of them had contracted lung diseases to some extent and were unable to lead a normal life.

Therefore, humans have always kept their distance from deserts.

What’s strange is that the impact of the wind and sand in the desert on the orcs is so small that it can be ignored.

The orcs regard the desert as their natural barrier and usually come out of the desert to attack the border.

But as long as humans sent out a large army to encircle and suppress them, the orcs would retreat to the depths of the desert, waiting for the wind and sand to drive back the human army.

The person who went into the depths of the desert against the wind and sand was Orson.

Back to a month ago, when aid from the Imperial Academy arrived, Triss brought Orson a gift.

"This set of clothes is enchanted with runes that can protect against wind and sand. It works wonders for the climate in the desert. Wearing this set of clothes, you can enter the desert without worrying about the harm caused by wind and sand." Triss said.

"But, Teacher Triss, why are you giving me this?" Orson looked at Triss and asked puzzledly.

"Don't you want to know the real reason?" Triss said, smiling at Orson. "About the reason why the desert was formed, and why the wind and sand have an effect on creatures other than orcs."

"Teacher Triss, do you know the reason behind this?"

"Have you forgotten my race? I am a witch with a long lifespan." Triss said, tapping the table. "Although I can't guarantee that my professional knowledge is better than yours, Orson, but when it comes to gossip and rumors, don't underestimate someone who is older than your grandfather!"

"Is it really okay for you to state your age so directly..." Orson complained helplessly.

"Ahem, anyway, as far as I can remember, someone once explored the secrets of the desert. It is said that there is a palace deep in the desert. The orcs use it as a place to worship their gods. Maybe there is a reason why the desert was formed there."

"Then why don't you go yourself, teacher?" Orson asked.

"That's because orcs have little to do with me." Triss answered as a matter of course. "As for you, Orson, you are the one who wants to solve the orc problem the most, right? Don't you want to go to the desert to take a look?"

To be honest, Orson really wanted to go there and take a look. After all, he was the one who designed the civil strife among the orcs, and he also wanted to see what the results were.

In addition, if we can truly understand the reasons for the formation of the desert and find a way to control the wind and sand, it seems that we can really eliminate the threat of orcs in one fell swoop.

"Okay." Orson nodded and took the clothes from Triss.

This outfit looks like a white windproof cloak, nothing special to praise, but Triss told her that it was very effective against sandstorms, so Orson had no choice but to go into the desert with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

As Orson went deeper into the desert, the wind and sand around him became stronger and stronger, but other than slightly obscuring his vision, Orson didn't feel anything else.

In other notes on exploring the desert, when encountering sandstorms, even very small ones, the human body will react strongly.

It seems that this dress really works.

Thinking of this, Orson quickened his pace.

No one has ever drawn a map of the desert. Orson plans to find an orc tribe first and ask for information about the desert from the orc tribe.

……

It was unknown how long it had been since Orson entered the desert. Orson only knew that he was a little tired when a wooden wall of a tribe appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the wind and sand have stopped and no longer block the view.

Orson approached the tribe and tightened his collar.

In his opinion, orcs would definitely not welcome humans, so he planned to knock out an orc and take him away, forcing the other party to be his guide.

But when Orson came to the edge of the tribe, climbed up the wooden wall and looked into the tribe, he was stunned in surprise.

At this moment, the tribe was not made up of the green-skinned orcs on the battlefield, nor were they people like the Tauren who still retained a lot of characteristics of their original race.

Everyone in this tribe is a half-orc.

Just like the half-orc girl codenamed Lion whom they met in the imperial city before, the half-orcs here are a race that looks almost the same as humans, but has animal ears and tails.

Most of these half-orcs are the offspring of the union of orcs and humans, and only the rare orcs with primitive racial characteristics can give birth to this race.

The reproductive isolation seems to be quite mysterious in this world. Humans and orcs are obviously different races, but half-orcs are still fertile, and because of the strong genes, the children of half-orcs are also

Orcs.

Although their genes are strong, the living environment of orcs is extremely harsh.

As a race sandwiched between orcs and humans, half-orcs are not accepted by either side. Orcs think half-orcs are too weak, while humans think half-orcs are too barbaric.

The orcs were discriminated against by both sides and had to build a community of their own.

However, the orcs do not have the strong fertility of orcs, nor are they as numerous as humans. Even if they stick together, the orcs will still be bullied by orcs.

There are not many communities of orcs in the desert.

If the group of orcs with beastly features led by the Minotaur account for 10% of the orc population, then the half-orcs can only account for 1% or even less at most.

This is because the orcs have never participated in a war against humans, otherwise, the orcs might even be exterminated.

The tribe in front of him didn't look big. Orson took a rough look and saw that there were only about two or three hundred orcs. But even so, it was still a relatively large group of orcs in the desert.

At least orcs are easier to talk to than orcs, Orson thought, and felt that he was still quite lucky.

He jumped off the wooden wall and returned to the entrance of the tribe.

Guarding the entrance of the tribe were two orcs with canine features. When they saw a creature about the same size as themselves approaching, they thought the other party was also an orc like them.

After all, orcs are either huge muscular men or skinny laborers.

Of course, the other party was a stranger after all, so the two guards perked up as usual. One of them walked forward and glanced at Orson.

"Hello, do you need any help?" asked the orc.

"Yes." Orson nodded, "I'm lost nearby. I need a map of this place."

"This..." The guard was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "Sorry, I have to go back and report first. Please wait at the door for a while."

"Okay, thank you very much." Orson said this and thanked him politely.

After a few minutes, the orc guard came out with a white-haired old man with fox ears.

"Excuse me, are you the leader here?" Orson looked at the other party and asked politely.

"Yes, my name is Arati. May I ask what your name is?"

"Ah, my name is... Edward." Orson hesitated for a moment and made up a name on the spot.

At first he wanted to give his full name, but considering his identity, if the orc in front of him had heard his name, he might not be willing to cooperate with him, so he came up with a fake name.