The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game Chapter 207

  Chapter 207 He didn't lie

  At the entrance of the town, as more and more people gathered, after communicating with each other and knowing that everyone was hired by the same person, their expressions suddenly became a little strange.

  The reason why Seth hired them was to move large objects, and now, almost all the young and middle-aged people in the town gathered here.

  With their lack of imagination, they can't guess what kind of "large object" it is, which requires so many people to work together.

  As time passed and the night grew darker, the expressions on their faces gradually changed from doubt to anxiety.

"almost."

   Lynn turned his head to look at Seth: "It's your turn to go out."

   "Me?" Seth pointed at himself, wondering, "I'm going? What are you doing?"

   "Take them to the Viscount's manor."

  A trace of absurdity flashed in Seth's eyes: "You can obviously kill them directly."

   "You do this later" Lynn ignored Seth's words and gave orders on his own.

  Seth was very dissatisfied with Lynn's arbitrariness, especially after hearing what Lynn ordered, he felt that it was outrageous.

  How could such a thing be possible.

  They won't believe it at all, right?

  This designation goes halfway, and problems will arise.

  Lin En didn't pay attention to his expression, but raised his chin: "Go."

   After a long silence, Seth finally decided to carry out Lynn's order.

   Lifting his foot and taking a step, Seth suddenly felt a trace of uneasiness, but he couldn't grasp the specific source of the uneasiness.

  He wanted to return to the depths of the shadows, but the townspeople had already spotted him.

   "It's that sir." Someone yelled at him, "Sir, you are finally here."

   "What are you looking for us for?"

   "Hurry up, my wife won't let me in again if it's later."

  The appearance of Seth was like a high-level magic thrown into the lake, which detonated the originally calm lake in an instant, representing noisy water droplets splashing in all directions, falling into people's hearts and silently igniting the starting point of irritability.

   Shaking his head, he took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

  The matter has come to this point, and I can only continue to do it.

   "Everyone." He said in a deep voice, "When I hired everyone before, I also said that some large objects need to be moved."

"-Some."

  He repeated emphatically.

   "So, I need a lot of people, and even you are not enough."

  The townspeople thought about it, and felt that what he said might make sense.

   After all, they found out that this young man did indeed enter the town with the caravan, but the main reason was that he spent a lot of money—if Seth heard what they were thinking, he would be amused.

  According to Lynn's request, he paid them not even as much as his pocket money.

   "But." At this time, another townsman asked aloud, "Why did you choose the night?"

   "Is this going to happen."

   "At that time, there will be more generous rewards waiting for you."

  Everyone shut their mouths under Seth's calm words.

"Come with me."

  Seth stepped forward, crossed the road that the townspeople voluntarily let out, took a torch from a villager by the way, and came to the front to lead the way.

  He led them out of town and onto a dirt path.

  Rock Town is not far from the Viscount Manor, so they quickly saw the wide and neat stone road in front of the manor. Its texture may be the most beautiful they have ever seen in their life.

   And when they saw the manor, someone finally felt something was wrong.

   "Hello!" They stopped and shouted in surprise, "Where are you taking us? That's the Viscount's manor!"

   "Do you want us dead?"

   "Asshole! You're lying to us!"

  After the restlessness appeared, some townspeople showed panic and were at a loss, some pulled out the crude weapons they carried with them, and some were already preparing to flee.

   "Please calm down, everyone." Seth stopped and turned around quietly, "I just said that I am here to ask everyone to move things."

   "Go to the Viscount's manor to move things?" Someone sneered, "If you want to die, you can hang a rope directly on the tree, it will be much easier than falling into the hands of the Viscount."

  This is a fact written in the blood of their loved ones.

  Seth ignored the ridicule, his face remained calm: "Everyone, please move things."

   "Move away, what should belong to you."

  He turned his head and looked at the manor: "Now, in this manor, only Viscount Eric is in it."

   "No guards, no knights, no soldiers, just him."

   he said softly.

   "This is the perfect time for you to take back your wealth."

  The townspeople laughed out loud.

  They are just rare, and they are not really stupid.

The viscount's reputation among the people over the years has reached the point where he can scare crying children to stop, and let them go to the viscount's manor to move things. What's the difference between this and courting death? It's just not happy.

  As there are no knight guards and soldiers.

  Who would believe such words?

   Could it be that they were all bought off? Will you turn a blind eye to their behavior?

  The townspeople don't have a very specific concept of large amounts of wealth, but they can use their toes to think that it is impossible for a businessman to be richer than a nobleman.

   "In that case."

  Seth sighed, and walked towards the gate of the manor in front of everyone.

  It was a semicircular archway, the gatehouse was made of luxurious stone visible to the naked eye, and its gate was a solid wood gate made of expensive wooden materials.

  Seth took a bottle from his bag and poured the greasy liquid on the door.

   Then, he dropped the torch in his hand.

   "Boom—"

  The flame rose up in an instant, and almost in the blink of an eye, with the help of the combustion accelerant, it swallowed the entire gate.

   And this directly stunned the townspeople who were about to leave and halfway there.

   "He, he burned the viscount's door??"

   "I'm going to die, right? I'm sure I'm going to die!"

   "Next, the guard who is a head taller than me will rush out and crush his head. It must be like this?"

   Their inner "expectation" did not come true.

   A few minutes passed, and there was no other abnormal noise in the surrounding area except for the crackling of the flames burning the wood.

   Even the footsteps are only passed on by the townspeople.

   "Really, no one?"

  Someone is getting excited.

  They couldn't imagine how much wealth the Viscount had, but out of their natural impression of nobles, they thought that even the stone bricks on the ground might be expensive things.

  If they could move a few pieces away, or even enter the manor to clean them up, they would undoubtedly get more gold coins than the Viscount took away from him.

   But the heartbeat is the heartbeat, the vicious reputation that the Viscount has accumulated in their hearts for a long time is still preventing their actions.

   Need to give them a catalyst too.

   Seth glanced at them, and walked into the manor on his own.

   Now, the townspeople finally couldn't help it.

   "Bastard! You can lie to me, anyway, I will die anyway, nothing rare!"

   “My children need medicine to cure their illnesses, my wife needs cloth to make clothes, and I need food to save my family—it all needs money! I need my money back!”

   "Knife in hand, follow me!"

  A group of people encounter a fork in the road. If someone takes the lead to choose the left, then most people will choose the left; if someone takes the lead to choose the right, then most people will choose the right.

   This is society.

Human society.

  The eyes of the townspeople reflected orange flames. They stepped over the burning threshold, threw away their burned clothes, drove away Seth, who was the leader, and knocked open the gate of the main building of the manor.

  They looked at the famous paintings on the wall, the luxurious sofa, and the surrounding decorations, their eyes were red as if they were bleeding.

   "These are all ours."

"I say."

   Seth got up from the ground, and was about to speak, but was forcibly blocked by the blood-red eyes.

  In his heart, a touch of fear suddenly rose.

The emotions of the townspeople who had been suppressed for a long time erupted at this moment, causing their sanity to fall apart in an instant, and the most terrifying thing among the human race was never a top-notch conspirator or a top-notch force, but a person who lost their minds like them. Sensible lunatic.

  Conspirator will consider the pros and cons of a matter, but the madman will not.

  He will only cut you once.

  As for gains and losses, or breaking the law, fleeing and the like, they are not in their consideration.

   Swallowing, Seth got up from the ground.

  At this moment, he suddenly thought that he seemed to have not seen the creator of this project for a long time.

   "Are you the rat boss?"

  Eric looked at the youthful face in front of him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes uncontrollably.

  He didn't expect that the person who made the plan against him was so young.

  Lin En ignored him, but pointed to the top: "Did you hear that?"

   "What did you hear?" Eric pretended not to understand, "Sorry, as a human being, I can't quite understand the communication of ants."

   "Tsk." Lynn clicked his tongue slightly, "If your ability can be as tough as yours, then you don't have to fall to where you are today."

  He looked at the wall clock on the wall: "In ten minutes at most, they should be able to find this basement. In other words, you still have ten minutes to say, after that."

   "—How many pieces do you want to be divided into?" He asked softly.

  Eric tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, but the uncertain words were like an unstoppable spear, tearing the barrier in his heart forcefully with the sound of howling wind.

  His face finally collapsed, and the broken skin was full of anger.

   "You, you, hehe, there are magic detection devices everywhere in my manor. You have used magic just now, and there must be some leftovers. At that time, this will be the evidence to deal with you."

   "You will pay the price for murdering an orthodox nobleman!"

  He tried to use lies to prevent Lynn from continuing his behavior, but Lynn didn't care much.

   "You should know that my subordinates are all proficient in this field, and they will not leave any traces. Even if there are, we specially wrote them for you."

   "At that time, they will be evidence."

   After a pause, he smiled lightly.

   "We nobles want to be fair and just, don't we?"

  Eric didn't answer, his face was very ugly.

  The fairness and justice of the nobles refers to those who are on their side called fairness, and those who are biased towards their side are called fairness.

   As for the others, they are all "unfair."

"Da da d"

  The approaching chaotic sound made Eric raise his head again.

  He didn't want to die, he wanted to find a chance at this last moment.

   "You will kill them." Viscount Eric's voice suddenly became calm, "Civilians blatantly broke into the nobles' manors to plunder assets, and even killed the nobles themselves. After all, this is a disaster that affects the whole family."

"Among the three towns I manage, there are a total of more than 8,700 people. Your actions will cause all of these 8,000 people to be buried here. From then on, their ghosts will haunt you forever. In sleep."

   "Can you really bear this crime?"

This is a world with gods and universal beliefs, and the mainstream belief in the Rhine Kingdom is the Goddess of Starlight, and Goddess of Starlight is widely spread with love as a classic, whether it directly or indirectly caused more than 8,000 people to be implicated , is absolutely an unforgivable sin.

   Eric tried to make Lynn back off with the words—at least hesitate.

  As long as there is a flaw, he has the possibility to expand it, or even use it to escape.

   But Lynn suddenly laughed.

   But before he could speak, a louder breaking door interrupted what he was about to say.

   "Boom—"

  Seth broke in, and behind him was a pile of flames.

   "It seems that you have no chance to 'listen to my confession'."

"no, you can not!"

  Lin En interrupted his wail with a wave of his hand with a smile, and immediately number six manipulated the magic and threw the Viscount into the fire.

  At this moment, the Viscount was like the accelerant that Seth sprinkled on the wooden door, and the flames began to explode at this moment.

"Did you know? Last month, because of your 'herb tax', I sold my daughter and wanted to save my mother." A middle-aged man held up a rusty kitchen knife with a notch, tears streaming down his face. The haggard face was mixed with blood, "Because of you, now I have neither a daughter nor a mother."

   "Ka—"

  The kitchen knife broke out due to the hardness of the bones, and cut a woman's face.

  But instead of wiping the blood oozing from the wound, she gripped the fragment tightly and plunged deeply into the nobleman's chest.

  She is a despicable peasant woman, she doesn't speak too much, she can only cry and beg: "Give me back my husband, my child! Give me back!"

  Two different streams of blood were mixed together, but no one cared who it belonged to.

  The suppressed evil thoughts were released without reservation, and they fell into a madder madness than they should have.

  In the corner of the hall, Lynn watched quietly the townspeople splashing their tears and blood on the viscount's stump, calmly as if he had nothing to do with the world, as if this scene had nothing to do with him at all.

"Hey."

  The sudden voice made Lynn turn his head.

   is Seth.

  At this time, Seth had hesitation in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

  The killing of the villain should have been a refreshing thing for him, but he couldn't laugh.

  When the hesitation reached the critical point, Seth, who was impulsive in nature, followed his desire.

   "Just now, what that guy said, is it true?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, "The townspeople, will they all be implicated?"

   "Everyone, all, will die?"

  He asked word by word, his eyes fixed on Lynn.

   Then, he got the reply he least wanted to hear.

   "Although it seems a bit inconsistent with your wishes to say so, nonetheless."

   Lynn said softly.

   "He didn't lie about this matter."

  (end of this chapter)

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