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

At this time, Olivia sighed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Orson looked at Olivia puzzledly.

"As for the orc problem, the Dukedom of Antica should be the first to bear the brunt, right?"

"The Dukedom of Antica is not strong to begin with. It won't be that easy to deal with the orcs' comeback this time, right?" Olivia said with some worry in her tone. "Although I heard that other duchies are ready to help the Dukedom of Antica, after all, it won't be their homeland that will be harmed."

"Moreover, they don't understand the principle that the lips and teeth are interdependent."

"Yes." Orson nodded after hearing this. "As the barrier of the eastern part of the empire, once Antica falls, the orcs can invade Prussia, Lucia and the Royal Territory through Antica. These three territories have also contributed the most."

"But the three duchies behind, Aragon, Orleans, and Naples, contributed relatively little. But because Aragon and Orleans have a good personal relationship with our family, they provided a lot of money and food. Only Naples was unwilling to contribute money and food, and only sent 5,000 peasant conscripts, and asked us to treat those peasants as allies."

During this period, Orson and Lucius also exchanged letters. Orson mainly reported his safety to his family and gave feedback on Litt's progress. Lucius mainly mentioned the affairs of the Duchy to Orson and asked for Orson's opinion.

In Lucius's opinion, regardless of whether Orson would inherit the position of Duke in the future, with his current abilities, he was already capable of participating in the decision-making of all matters major and minor in the Dukedom.

And Orson did not disappoint Lucius's expectations, and the advice he gave in some decision-making really helped Lucius a lot.

"I seriously doubt that Napoli sent so many people here not to help us fight, but to eat our food." Orson said this angrily.

Giovanni's move was very insidious.

If Lucius sent five thousand cannon fodder to die, it would not be a big loss for Giovanni, but Giovanni could take the opportunity to attack Lucius and demand compensation from him.

And if Lucius did not send these 5,000 cannon fodder to die, their combat capability would basically be unable to carry out any military mission, and they could only sit in the back and eat up the rice jar.

The key point is that he couldn't refuse Giovanni. If he refused, the other party would have an excuse not to provide assistance in the future.

"At a time when the country is in crisis, they are still doing more harm than good. They really have no idea what they are doing."

"Alas." Olivia shook her head after hearing this. "Our two families have a pretty good relationship. If it doesn't work out, I'll write a letter to my father and ask him to provide more assistance."

"It's okay." Orson smiled and looked at Olivia. "You haven't even married me yet, and you're already using all your family's stuff to support me. Isn't that a bad idea?"

"Hmm..." Hearing Orson say this, Olivia's pretty face also blushed slightly, and then poked Orson's arm and muttered softly. "Why didn't I see that you were so frivolous before."

"That's because you weren't that close to me before." Orson smiled. "Or do you think I'm not good like this?"

"No, Orson is Orson. I like all kinds of Orsons." Olivia said.

"In short, although the orcs are difficult to deal with, they are not impossible to deal with. Didn't my father drive them out eighteen years ago? Duke William has given us a lot of assistance. If we get more, the earls under him might be dissatisfied."

The orcs gathered in the desert in the east of the empire. The climate in the desert was very harsh. Most of the orcs made a living by hunting, and their community organization was mainly in the form of tribes.

Compared to humans, orcs have a shorter adulthood period, and an orc usually reaches physical maturity in eight or nine years.

The orcs' prime age lasts for fifty years. Once they have passed their prime age, except for the shamans and witch doctors who practice magic, they will age rapidly and then be deemed worthless by the tribe and abandoned in the desert to fend for themselves.

In battle, the most common group of humans who would go into battle would be fathers and sons, and at most three generations of grandparents and grandchildren would serve in the army at the same time.

Among the orcs, it is normal for three generations to appear in the army at the same time, and there may even be a situation where five generations of a family serve in the army at the same time.

At the same time, due to genetic reasons, most individuals in the entire orc tribe will be full of muscles after adulthood. Even without training, their strength can reach the first to second level of humans.

Of course, there are also orcs who are born

These thin individuals do not engage in fighting in the orc tribe, but the daily complicated work in the tribe is left to these thin laborers.

Some tribes would even throw children who were born weak and unsuitable to be warriors off a cliff.

In the orc group, they can be roughly divided into chiefs, shamans/witch doctors/small leaders, warriors, women, children and laborers.

Most orc tribes have a population of several thousand people, and there are large tribes with tens of thousands of people. However, in the battle with the Human Empire eighteen years ago, these tribes, as the main force of the Orc Coalition, were killed as a warning to others after the war, and were used as typical examples of dissidents and were thoroughly cleared out by the Imperial Army.

As for why the imperial army did not continue to go deeper into the desert to wipe out all the orcs, it was because the desert environment was too harsh. Apart from orcs and some drought-resistant creatures, no animals could survive here.

The imperial army once sent an army of more than 50,000 people deep into the desert, but in the end less than half of them returned. When questioned, it was learned that most of the soldiers died from infectious diseases caused by the harsh environment of the desert.

Therefore, every time the Empire launched a large-scale crackdown on orcs, it would ultimately only be superficial. Many orc tribes hid in the depths of the desert, dormant for several generations, and then made a comeback again.

……

On the other side, in a small town in the Duchy of Antica, a man with only one arm staggered into a clinic.

On the mainland, not everyone can enjoy the treatment of a pastor, so facilities such as medical clinics and the profession of doctors came into being.

"Doctor, doctor!" the masked man shouted.

Of course, in order to make himself look less suspicious, he had taken off his mask at this moment.

Under the mask was a bearded face that looked quite rugged.

"Here I come." A young doctor in a white coat and glasses came out. When he saw the masked man, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Hey, sir, what are you doing..."

"I was hunted down by my enemies in another city before, and I had no choice but to lose an arm and escape here."

The masked man said this, took out his wallet, took out two gold coins and handed them to the doctor.

"Doctor, please take a look at my arm and give it a simple treatment."

"This... this won't work." The doctor said this, walked up, took a closer look at the severed part of the masked man's arm, and then said, "You must have walked through the woods. This part of your arm was scratched by a branch and has started to get infected."

"No, no." He shook his head. "The wound has already started to rot. I can't save you here."

Having said this, he waved his hand.

"You'd better seek help from someone else." The doctor said this and put the two gold coins back into the masked man's wallet.

Upon hearing this, the masked man could no longer bear it. He took out his dagger and put it on the doctor's neck.

"Let me ask you one more question, can you save him?"

The doctor was frightened by his action, and a trace of cold sweat ran down his forehead. Seeing this, he nodded quickly.

"Yes, I can save you." He reached out and took two more gold coins from the masked man's wallet. "That is, you can't just bandage it, otherwise the infection will only get worse, and then no matter how good the healing potion is, it won't be able to save your life."

"Okay, then tell me, what do I need to do?"

"I have an anesthetic here that can numb your body's senses. While your senses are numb, I will help you clean the rotten flesh on your wound, disinfect it, and bandage it properly."

"But I really can't do anything about your broken limb. You can only find a professional to make you a prosthesis, or ask a big guy to perform limb restoration surgery on you. I can't do these in my small place."

"It's okay." The masked man was relieved after hearing that. "As long as you can help me clean the wound."

"Okay, then lie down on the table inside." The doctor said this and pushed his glasses.

"Okay." The masked man said this and lay down on the bed.

Then, when he saw the doctor close the door of the clinic, his body tensed up again.

"Why are you closing the door?" asked the masked man.

"Sir, I will perform surgery on you. I need to clean the rotten flesh, bandage and disinfect it. The scene is quite bloody and cannot be seen by outsiders. And you also want to keep your identity confidential, right?"

"!" Upon hearing this, the masked man immediately grasped his dagger alertly.

"Hey, don't worry.

Urgent." Seeing him like that, the doctor smiled again and tried to comfort the masked man. "I usually receive many illegal residents here, and you are just one of them."

"After all, those who are involved in the underworld would definitely not dare to go to a place like a church. You know how expensive the potions in the alchemy workshop are, so I usually help them with some simple treatments."

"Have you ever had any related surgery before?"

"Yes, I have done a lot!" The doctor said, raised his head and thought for a moment, then said: "For example, before, I sterilized Mrs. Sunny's dog, and sterilized Mr. Stefan's goose through the intestines..."

"So you are a veterinarian?!" Upon hearing this, the masked man pretended to get up and leave.

"Oh, I was just joking." The doctor quickly held down the masked man. "Didn't I tell you before that I have helped many illegal immigrants deal with corpses... and their physical problems."

"What I told you before were just some of the legitimate jobs I do to make money."

"I have performed amputations and razor blade removals, and the patients have given me positive reviews!"

"Okay." The masked man finally felt relieved.

Then, the doctor brought a bottle of medicine and handed it to the masked man.

"Okay, here's the bottle of anesthetic solution. Drink it all, or I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the pain later."

"Okay." The masked man nodded and drank it.

"By the way, I've lived for so many years and have been to many clinics. Why haven't I seen anesthetics in other clinics?"

"Ah, I also received this potion not long ago." The doctor said this, put on a mask and gloves, and took out a scalpel. "That is, a person who is very... genius in alchemy made this potion, and then asked me to try it on others to see its effect."

"So you haven't tried this drug on anyone else before?"

"Of course. I've been here for a month and haven't met anyone who needs this potion. You're lucky to be one of the first customers to try out the anesthetic potion."

"..." The masked man was too tired to complain in his heart. It seemed that he had become a guinea pig in the experiment.

"How do you feel now? Try moving your fingers?" the doctor suddenly asked.

"Uh..." The masked man tried to move his fingers and found that he had lost sensation from the neck down.

"Your anesthesia seems to be quite effective. I really can't feel it."

"That's fine." Upon hearing this, the doctor nodded with relief. Then he quickly pinched the masked man's cheeks with one hand and reached into the masked man's mouth with the other hand to take out the poison sac in the masked man's mouth.

"What are you doing?!" The masked man looked at the doctor's actions and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I just saw it. Is this thing in your mouth a poison sac?"

"When I perform surgery, I routinely check whether the patient has any prohibited items. This is obviously a bit excessive."

“…Put it back to me.” said the masked man in a cold voice.

"No, that won't work. What if you bite the venom sac in pain and accidentally die here? I don't want you to be a stain on my career."

"Then finish the operation for me quickly!" the masked man urged.

"Don't be anxious, the effect of the medicine hasn't worn off yet." The doctor said this, took out a rope, tied the masked man's body tightly to the operating table, and then pressed a button.

A staircase leading downwards suddenly appeared behind the operating table, and the doctor pushed the operating table into the basement.

"What are you doing?!" the masked man couldn't help but ask. "Do you need to tie the rope for surgery?"

"Oh, sorry, I need surgery here." The doctor said, washed his gloves with water, and then picked up the scalpel.

The scalpel and the lens reflected white light, which made the masked man feel a chill in his heart.

"You...you just said that we should wait until the effect of the drug wears off before doing the surgery. What do you mean? Also, why did you push me into the basement?"

"Let me answer your last question first." The doctor said this with a professional smile. "I am doing this to protect your privacy because you are actually a killer, right?"

The masked man was shocked.

"Then, I will answer your previous question."

"The reason why you have to wait until the effect of the drug wears off is because, after the effect of the drug wears off, you will feel pain."

"When the time comes, I will not torture you.

It would be so troublesome.”

As he said this, the "doctor's" voice gradually became colder.

"Although I was asked to do this, I am quite good at human anatomy. I know how to cut your flesh so that you will not die but will feel great pain."

"When the time comes, you'd better not say anything. This way, I can clearly see your blood vessels one by one and deepen my understanding of the human body..."

"You...you! Who are you?!" The masked man was suddenly terrified, and even his voice trembled.

It’s not that he didn’t try to struggle, but not to mention that he had lost an arm, he was very weak.

He had just drunk the anesthetic and had no control over his body at all, so he couldn't resist even if he wanted to.

"Who am I? You should have a better idea of ​​who I am now, right?" the doctor said, approaching the masked man with a scalpel. "Although I am an ordinary doctor, I occasionally receive missions from nobles to help them interrogate suspects."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot. The anesthetic only numbs the sensation below your neck. You can still feel your head, right?" As the doctor said this, he gently tapped the masked man's cheek with the scalpel.

The masked man couldn't help but shiver when he felt the cold touch of the scalpel.

Then he let out a howl of pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

His right ear was cut off directly, and because the blood vessels in the ear were hit, blood spurted out directly.

"I'm sorry, when I'm interrogating someone, I value the prisoner's self-awareness. If they don't speak out voluntarily, I think they're challenging my authority." The doctor said this, wiped the blood off the scalpel with his hand, and then looked at the masked man.