How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

"You're talking about this? That dog man came down while you were still sleeping, he probably asked someone to do it."

I was helpless, "Phil, can you stop calling me Mr.?"

Phil turned me down with a snort.

Although Fenrir has never accepted Mr., but he just talked about it and did not take any practical actions, so I am not very worried that their relationship will be bad, and even a little bit of a feeling of beating, kissing, scolding, or love, see The husband's attitude towards Fenrir is known, he should still like Fenrir, otherwise he wouldn't be so thoughtful.

Looking at the huge pot in front of Fenrir, which was more than twice the size of the pot I used to hold the barbecue in the past, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

When I returned to the lobby, Mr. was already sitting downstairs, put down his book and nodded to me when he saw me appear.

I walked over quickly, and the breakfast was served on the table in a short while. At a glance, it was no different from what I ate when I was still at Cecil's house, especially the exquisiteness of the plate.

Looking at it this way, it seems that when I was alone before, it seemed too rough. I thought that there was too much meat and it would be easy to spoil, so I ate meat and served it with some salad. Much, it is too wronged to recall it now.

Feeling guilty, I still had a good meal, and at the same time, I became more determined to travel with my husband.

Mr. is right, I alone may not be able to adapt to life outside, and the reason why I was able to live in peace during the previous period is only because the time is short, both I and Fenrir can bear it , it will definitely not work after a long time.

But in the end, the changes couldn’t keep up with the plan. Originally, I wanted to find a scenic spot that didn’t cost much after breakfast, but I heard a news from the next table, which made my interest suddenly diverted. .

Let me state in advance that I cannot be blamed for this. It was because they got too loud and got into my ears by themselves, not because I wanted to eavesdrop on purpose.

"Hey, what do you think the brave man looks like?"

"Aren't you just like a human being? What else can you do?"

"Not necessarily. Didn't it mean that they came from another world? Since it's a different world, it's not surprising that people from different worlds look different from us."

Big brother, what you said seems to make sense, but why can't I understand it?

"Sir, what kind of brave are they talking about?" I lowered my head and asked in a low voice.

My husband stuffed my mouth with a piece of soft bread, "I don't talk when I eat, I don't talk when I sleep."

I reluctantly closed my voice, grabbed the piece of bread and solved it a few times. At the same time, I pricked up my ears and continued to listen to the person at the next table, and successfully captured a key word.

"I heard that she is a pretty girl. If you really want to know, go to Velezla and see."

Velezla?Is that the Velez I know?

Inexplicably, after connecting these clues one by one, a name popped up in my head instantly.

Maria.

The man who spoke first smiled sloppily.

"Even if you go there, you won't be able to see it, and Velesla protects the brave so tightly that anyone who dares to approach will be considered the Demon King's Army. I heard that the last person who did this has died. I don't want to be next."

Is he talking about me?But I was just exiled and not given death, it should be someone else, what a pity.

"Didn't it mean that the brave man is about to set off to attack the Demon King? If you just wait at the gate of the city, you should be able to see the brave man and his party?"

"No, how did I hear that they will be sent directly to the Demon King City?"

"Really? Don't you need to go through experience?"

"It seems that the hero has received sufficient training, and there are treasures bestowed by the goddess, even if he directly confronts the Demon King, it doesn't matter."

"Is this really... really all right?"

"Who knows."

"gentlemen..."

"Want to go back?"

I don't need to say much, sir knows what I want to do.

I smirked and smiled, "As expected of you, sir, you can predict things like a god."

Mr. wiped his mouth with the handkerchief that he carried with him, and looked at me with a half-smile.

"But haven't you been kicked out? You can't get in if you want to."

"Isn't there still a gentleman, you must have a way!"

The gentleman laughed lightly, "I knew I was looking for me at this time, why didn't you think of me before I saw you?"

Not sure what Mr. means, I can only tentatively say: "If you turn to Mr. for everything, wouldn't you be working too hard?"

The gentleman hooked the corners of his lips, and said something meaningful that I didn't dare to think too deeply.

"I'm your husband. If you don't look for me, who will you look for?"

I thought about it seriously, "Phil?"

The smile on Mr.'s face faded instantly.

"Then go find it and take you there."

"Ah, sir, I was wrong! I will never dare again!"

Facts have proved that skinning is indeed very happy, but I may not be able to bear the consequences of skinning.

Fortunately, Mr. finally agreed to my request.

While he was back in the room to prepare the props needed for the next trip, I went to find Fenrir.

"Brave?"

Hearing the news I brought, Fenrir was surprised at first, and then quickly calmed down.

"What kind of brave man must be a counterfeit who jumped out of some corner."

It said this because in the past hundred years after the last brave man and the devil died together, there have been fake brave men popping up from all over the world. Those so-called "braves" will be exposed or die accidentally, and if it is a real brave man, it is impossible to die so easily. Only the devil can kill the brave man. This is the blessing bestowed by the [Goddess].

Excluding the last brave man, there were three brave men before this, and according to records, they all came from another world without exception, but in terms of appearance, the people from the other world are no different from the humans on this continent. The only difference is the costumes with huge differences in styles, but it is difficult to tell them apart as long as you put on the same clothes, so I have always wondered how they were discovered by other people since there is no rule on where the brave men descend?

Or if the chosen hero doesn't actually want to save the world, as long as he avoids those who are looking for him, can he pretend to be an ordinary person and live?

"The emergence of the brave is not without warning."

"How?" I was a little curious.

Fenrir didn't answer right away, but asked me instead: "Have you read so many books and haven't read them?"

I shook my head, "I haven't read a few books that record the deeds of the brave, and even if there are, there are only a few, and they are all very common things."

Fenrir showed such an expression as expected, and then sneered.

"That's because human beings are too timid. Listen carefully, the most critical change in the birth of the brave is the resurrection of the devil."

"The devil's... what?" I repeated with some difficulty.

"Resurrection." Fenrir kindly helped me pick it up, "You heard me right, the Demon King has been resurrected, and the previous brave man didn't kill him, he just sealed the Demon King at his own expense."

It took me a while to digest this explosive news, and after going through Fenrir's words a few times in my head, I realized something was wrong.

"No, if the Demon King is really resurrected, how can you be sure that this brave man is fake?"

"that is because--"

After thinking of something, Fenrir's voice stopped abruptly, and then he turned a corner very abruptly, "Don't worry about it, I have my own method to confirm, and I can guarantee that this brave man is definitely a fake."

"Could it be that Phil, have you met a real brave man?" I guessed.

Fenrir raised his chin, seemingly acquiescing.

"Do I know that person?"

When I thought that I had actually been in contact with the legendary brave man, I was a little excited.

Fenrir didn't answer me directly, but gave me a silly look, "How many people do you think I know?"

I boldly guessed, "Could it be sir?"

Fenrir rolled his eyes directly at me, "Come on, he's the least likely one to be a hero."

Although I was also joking, but listening to it slander Mr. so much, I was instantly unhappy.

"Mr. is so powerful, why not?"

Fenrir twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer, "The brave are the patrons of the light elemental elves, isn't your husband?"

I thought about my husband's gray-green short hair, but I couldn't say this sentence against my conscience.

"Why do you have to be favored by the light elemental spirit? Compared with a magic beginner, no matter how you think, you are a person who is proficient in using magic. The winning rate will be higher after facing the demon king?"

"ignorance."

Fenrir glanced at me, "The Demon King is an existence close to God, and it is impossible to be killed. We can only use a seal to reduce his power, and only light magic can cause real damage to the Demon King."

I interrupted it by raising my hand, "Wait, wait, do you mean that the brave man didn't actually kill the Demon King in the past few times? Then how can it be called resurrection?"

Fenrir choked, "This is just a metaphor! A symbol! Can you stop being serious in this kind of place?"

"Okay." I groaned, "But the devil is not dead, but the brave has to sacrifice his life. Isn't that very unfair?"

Fenrir sneered, "Otherwise, why do you think the brave are from another world?"

I was stunned.

"Because they are people from another world, they are easier to manipulate. Just tell them that after everything is over, they will be sent back to their original world, even if they die, so what is there to be afraid of?"

I stood up abruptly, turned my head to look at the person who spoke, "Sir."

"But the fact is that those people died in the original world due to various reasons before they were summoned to this world. This world is their second life. the third time."

The gentleman stood at the door, the smile on the corner of his lips was blurred due to the backlight, "Agnes, you have to remember that death is death, and there is no way to be resurrected. If you can, then It can only mean that he is not dead yet."

The long-standing habit made me respond without thinking: "Yes sir, I remember."

Seeing Mr. showing a satisfied smile, I was quietly relieved, but at the same time I was still a little confused and uneasy.

If so, what am I?monster?

Sure enough...it's better not to talk about things like reincarnation, even if you are a gentleman...

Forget it, talk about it later.

The author has something to say:

Seeing the comment that the heroine Xiaobai is still the Virgin, I seriously reflected on it. This is all the fault of the author. The writing skills are too poor so I can’t write the feeling I want orz

I also know that I wrote the heroine a bit useless, but the setting here is that the heroine doesn't know that she is actually very good, and thinks that she is a fighting scum, and has almost no actual combat experience. It is all theoretical knowledge, will it? It should be quite normal to know what to do, and if you act arrogantly and deliberately provoke troubles when you know you are not capable, then you are stupid. I'm sorry for making you unhappy with the choice the author would make when encountering this kind of thing, the heroine is really not that domineering_(:з"∠)_

In addition, although there is Fenrir, they have only known each other for a short time, and in the original plan, they will break up after paying the corresponding compensation, so the heroine does not want to make herself too dependent on Fenrir, but Mr. It's different, the heroine has relied on him for more than ten years, and trust has completely become an instinct.

And I don’t know if you have noticed it, but I should have written it quite clearly. Mr. is actually the heroine’s dream object since she was a child, commonly known as her first love, and it’s because of this that she wants to treat him well. No matter what he does, the heroine will consciously give Putting on a filter, she would think even for ordinary things, "Mr. Wow is really amazing!" Very authentic dog licking (laughs)

Let’s just stop here, thank you for watching me babble so much, the stupid author writes wherever he thinks, no matter if it’s wordy words or the main text, I know this is a bad habit but it’s really good to change it It's so difficult_(:з"∠)_

[PS: The original copywriting seems too unattractive, so I added some spoilers later, it’s not a rare routine, you should all be able to guess]