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

"I see, no wonder you never let me touch... No!"

I slapped the table hard twice, and complained: "Why did I never know about such an interesting thing? Am I not your cutie!"

The husband couldn't help laughing, "You are, but this thing is a bit dangerous, it's better not to touch it casually."

I looked at the book in Mr.'s hand and it was no different from an ordinary book. I just looked at an older and more advanced prophecy book, and asked puzzledly: "Where is the danger? I think it is quite ordinary."

Mr. escaped my grasping hand, put the prophecy book directly into the storage bag, and then looked down at me who rushed to grab it and threw myself on his lap, and said helplessly.

"Can't you let me worry less?"

I kept in this position and moaned a few times, but I refused to get up.

"I don't care, it's obviously Mr. You are bullying!"

"..."

I could hear Fenrir's footsteps moving away from us, and the floor would vibrate slightly as he stepped on it, which lasted for a while before stopping.

I buried my head deeper. Anyway, I had already trampled my face at Fenrir's feet. It would be really unreasonable if I couldn't get the prophecy.

However, my husband is so ruthless, at least he is very firm in this matter, no matter how much I act like a baby, I will not take out the prophecy book again.

Judging by his expression, I doubt very much that I will never see that book again after this.

How does this work!

I puffed up my cheeks and said dissatisfied: "Then tell me what danger is there?"

If you don't even tell me the reason why I can't touch the prophecy book, how can I give up willingly?

The gentleman hooked his lips, and gently touched my head a few times.

"you guess?"

I:"......"

Okay I get it, the danger is you.

Hearing the threat beyond his voice, I reluctantly got up, muttered a little meanly, and ran to Fenrir for comfort.

Fenrir said that he dislikes me very much now, and smeared my face with a meat pad.

"Bah! You haven't washed your paws, Phil! Don't touch me with them!"

Seeing that I formed a water polo in the palm of my hand, Fenrir became restless.

"Let me go! I don't want to take a bath!"

"Hey, don't run away! Stop! It's just washing your paws, I don't want you to take a bath!"

It's a pity that I have lost my trust with Fenrir in the matter of taking a bath, and I didn't control the magic power to condense the water ball was a bit big, it thought I wanted to stuff it all in the room After going around for a while, I planned to rush out of the window and jump, but fortunately, I hugged its waist in time.

"Calm down! Don't get overwhelmed!"

After all, I finally saved it from the brink of "suicide" by jumping out of the window. I breathed a sigh of relief and patted its head twice with the empty hand that was holding the water polo.

"I really didn't want to bathe you, why don't you believe it?"

Fenrir turned his head away, not wanting to look at me.

"That's what you said just now."

Listening to his words, which were almost squeezed out between his teeth, my movements stopped, and my eyes began to flicker.

"Hey, these are all in the past, let's not think about it anymore, the important thing is the future!"

"Humph!"

Enough playing around, I asked my husband if there is any way to meet the new brave man earlier.

"Are you asking about the real brave, or the fake brave?"

"I want to think about it, but since we're all in Velesla, let's meet the fake brave first."

The gentleman lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he said to me: "Of course there is a solution, it depends on whether you dare to follow me to the palace at night."

"Dare! Of course I dare!" I blinked, and my tone couldn't hide my excitement. "Before I go, may I want to buy some paints and brushes?"

I wanted to do this the last time I was thrown out. If he found a turtle on his head, his expression would be very interesting. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.

No, hold back, must hold back...

Mr. raised his eyebrows, and didn't ask me what I wanted these for, he just answered me yes, but Fenrir was very interested in this, after learning that I once painted a portrait of Mr. Then I asked me to draw a picture for it too, but it threatened me with bloody mouth when I refused.

In the end I compromised.

perhaps.

"Yes, yes, but I need you to maintain a posture for a long time without moving to be my model, otherwise the drawing will not look like it."

I emphasized 'for a long time', but Fenrir didn't care at all. The requirement was that my painting must be exactly the same as the deity, and it should be better than the painting for Mr.

Sometimes I always feel that Fenrir is like a child when I was serious with my husband, or the second child who competes with the eldest in the family for his parents’ favor, but every time this idea pops up, I have an indescribable feeling Aversion to cold, let alone Fenrir, even I myself can't accept this statement.

Hmm...maybe a son who competes with his stepfather for his mother's favor?This statement seems to be more acceptable...

Cough, please don’t let my husband know what I’m thinking, otherwise I’ll have to finish playing with Fenrir, and I’ll drag him to finish it if it’s not finished, eh.

"Of course it's fine with my drawing skills, but if you want to look better than Mr...."

I looked Fenrir's body up and down several times, until I saw it stiff and said in a troubled tone: "You haven't shown the most perfect side, how can I make you look better than Mr. ?”

Fenrir's face looked distorted, and he asked me after a long mental struggle, "Then what do you think we should do?"

"Of course, let's get the styling done first." I said with a smile, "Normally, it's just a haircut, make-up, and then a change of clothes. For you, Fenrir... you should take a shower first."

Fenrir's body became more and more stiff, his face was covered with the words "rejection", and even the hair on his back was so frightened that it exploded, which made me want to laugh even more.

"Of course, you don't have to wash it if you don't want to, but if the result of the painting is not as good-looking as the master, I have no choice."

I glanced in Mr.'s direction, and seeing that he wasn't paying attention to us, I lowered my voice and said, "After all, you know how good-looking Mr. is."

"Just him?" Fenrir made a disdainful voice, "Are you blind! I am much prettier than him!"

I have an innocent expression on my face, "Maybe it's a little ordinary now, but you can't deny that the real gentleman has an appearance comparable to an elf, so if you want to be better than Mr. Phil, you have to work harder and put your best Just show it off."

Until he was coaxed into the bathroom by me, Fenrir didn't realize that my intentions were actually sinister. I said so many magnificent words, but I just wanted to bathe it.

Oh no, it should have been discovered.

"I said why do you always want to bathe me? Is serving people so happy?" Fenrir said depressed.

While I was making bubbles on its head with soap, I replied: "I'm tired, but I can't stand the thought of hugging you and hugging the dirty things you usually rub on your body. .”

Fenrir snorted, "Squeamish."

I shrugged, "I can't help it, who made me a pampered young lady, it's not surprising that I want to pursue the ultimate touch, right?"

After washing off the last bit of foam on Fenrir's body, I was already soaked, not to mention that it threw the water into my mouth with its last flick. After Lear dried, I let it go outside to bask in the sun. While my husband was out to help me buy paint and painting tools, I took a quick shower, and when my husband came back, I started painting Fenrir. The time has just passed good.

Because the husband didn’t go out to buy things for me, he also had some materials that he didn’t have enough to buy, so I wasn’t really worried about the time. Sure enough, after I changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom, the husband hadn’t come back yet. But Fenrir almost fell asleep in the sun.

"Mister is so slow..."

I didn't wake Fenrir up, and quietly went to the edge of the sofa and sat down, took out the hurried towel and wiped my long hair that was still dripping water.

When the moisture on the surface was almost wiped off, I wrapped the hair with wind magic to form a thin film, and at the same time used fire magic to heat the surrounding area, and the hair was completely dry after a while.

This is one of the most commonly used tricks since I learned magic. It doesn’t need too fancy moves or much magic power. As long as you control the flame well and don’t burn your hair, you can achieve quick drying. It’s similar to the hair dryer in the previous life. , it can be said to be very trouble-free.

After I finished all this, my husband finally came back with a lot of pastries.

"Give it to me? I knew the husband was the best for me!"

"No way, who made you my little cutie."

I couldn't wait to take the box containing the cake from my husband, quickly opened it, picked up a fork and sent a small piece to my mouth.

"Well, it's delicious!"

After being disturbed by me, Fenrir also woke up. He stood up and shook his body, then walked towards us.

"It's wrong to eat alone, give me a bite!"

I decisively stretched out my arms to circle all the large and small boxes on the table, and looked at Fenrir with defensive eyes.

"No~ Phil, you can eat all of these in one bite!"

Fenrir rolled his eyes at me, "Who wants to eat your sweet and soft food, I'm talking about meat, take it out quickly! I can smell it!"

I looked at my husband suspiciously, but he actually took out a ball of oily paper-wrapped stuff from the storage bag, and when he took it apart, it turned out to be a whole piece of Warcraft meat.

This shape...is a chicken?

"It's a new thing this year. The name is a bit of a mouthful. It should be called [Beggar Chicken]. Agnes, do you know this?"

Because it is not the lingua franca of this continent, my husband did not read these three characters very smoothly, but it was still quite clear.

"It's [Beggar Chicken]?" I corrected my husband's strange pronunciation, and then said with some hesitation, "I know, I know, but before I left the capital, I didn't see this on the street. "

"You rarely go out, do you?"

I raised my head and snorted softly, "Then you underestimate me. After entering the academy, I will rarely bother everyone. I bought all the necessities myself."

The gentleman nodded, "Well, I choose it myself, then let my subordinates pay for it, and then let them send it back. I really bought it myself."

"No, don't expose me!"

The author has something to say:

Why are you so good? Some people have already guessed my tricks. I don’t care if I don’t tell you what it is like. I won’t listen! I won’t listen!