The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Regardless, he had to find a way to win the battle of Loren Sandbar, but would winning it be the end of the matter?

What impact would repelling Tedkh's army have on the company itself? Does the company have any other means to make a comeback?

Ye Xiao had no idea that this was what was most frustrating for him.

But thinking about it carefully, since her true self is Ella and she is just an avatar with the fake identity of a baron, what's wrong with taking a risk if she can really use this opportunity to open a breakthrough into the company?

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub," Ye Xiao thought quickly and finally made his decision.

—But first, he has to figure out a way to convince those people to agree to let them hold another betting game.

As Ye Xiao pondered, he patted Zhou Lixun on the shoulder as he was about to turn and leave, and gave him a standard fake smile as Zhou turned back to look at him.

"Although I don't know what those things you're talking about are, I am quite interested. But more importantly, I still have to help my good brother, Mr. Pierberg."

……

The crowd had mostly dispersed from the gambling table. Miss Windsor yawned listlessly, while Saint Tanya and her followers and attendants prepared to leave through the main door.

Morek was still putting the chips Pierberg had left on the table back into his pocket; after all, if the guy was dead, there was no harm in taking the money.

But just then, a resounding "Wait!" came from the other end of the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ye Xiao, wearing a rustic overcoat, walking with his head held high, while Zhou Lixun, the secret agent, followed silently beside him like a little brother.

Even though he was still dressed in the same old rustic style, his brisk, powerful strides made him seem like a completely different person from before.

"Sir Morek, please allow me to wager with you one more time!"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Duel of Speculation Techniques

"……what?"

Morek was taken aback for a moment, then immediately frowned. "Wait, who do you think you are???"

"What right do you, a country bumpkin noble from an occupied country, have to talk to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xiao pulled out a stack of yellowed parchment from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "I'll bet you this: the land deeds of the Needle Leaf Field, and all the assets of my family."

I'm sorry, Mr. Karon, but since the Kingdom of Doom has already fallen, I'm sure you won't mind these material possessions.

Ye Xiao was very glad that he could find these things in Baron Karon's luggage. This guy was probably the kind of person who liked to carry important assets with him.

But as soon as Sir Moreke saw this, he was immediately wide awake.

Although the Kingdom of Doum was a conquered country, the war was fought by everyone, and who gets which fiefdom ultimately depends on the bigwigs above.

It's hard to say how much land Morek, a minor nobleman's son, will ultimately receive from this war.

But having a land deed changes things. He legally and legitimately acquired the land, which means that the land was nominally his alone, and it belongs entirely to him without anyone being able to criticize him.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted, especially considering the family assets of this country bumpkin baron.

A nobleman's son is still just a son; his assets belong to his family, to his father or uncle. But if this country bumpkin baron gets his hands on his assets, they truly belong to him.

Therefore, Morek hurriedly ran out and found Miss Windsor, who was about to leave, to ask for her permission.

After all, it was Miss Windsor who ordered Pierberg to be taken away, and to rescind the order would ultimately require her consent.

"Hey...? Interesting, okay."

Miss Windsor, always one to enjoy a good time, naturally agreed upon hearing this. She didn't care about Pierberg's fate, but things seemed to be getting a little interesting.

Then she took Tanya's arm.

"Tania, can you play with me a little longer?"

"Yes, whatever you say, Miss Windsor."

Tanya smiled.

Morec was thrilled to receive the promise and began calling on his friends and acquaintances.

"Where's Lu Fan? Call Lu Fan back right now!"

He gestured to his henchman to go find someone, then pointed at Ye Xiao and said, "Come on! What do you want to bet with me?"

“If I win, I hope you will rescind the punishment against Mr. Pierberg.”

Ye Xiao smiled.

"no problem!"

Morek agreed without hesitation; with Lu Fan around, he couldn't possibly lose.

Hearing the commotion, the crowd that had just dispersed gathered around again.

Poor Pierberg had only been dragged outside the hall for a short while when he was turned around and dragged back like a dead pig.

"Hey!? I'm not a mop, you can't treat me like this, can you??"

Pierberg let out a wail, until he saw Morek and Ye Xiao sitting at the gambling table again in the reunited crowd, and his face showed surprise, "What... what happened again?"

"In order to have your punishment overturned, Baron Caron wagered his entire fortune on Sir Morek once again."

Zhou Lixun appeared beside Pierberg and spoke softly to him.

Pierberg's eyes widened in disbelief, and tears welled in his eyes as he looked at Ye Xiao. "God above, Brother Kalon!!!"

"You are my god!!!"

He now felt immense remorse for cursing Baron Caron in his heart as he was being dragged away.

How shameful he was that he had such a petty mind to judge the noble character of Baron Caron.

Ye Xiao, of course, had no idea what Pierberg was thinking. He glanced at the girl with the deep purple hair and Saintess Tanya walking slowly towards him, and thought to himself that these two troublemakers had indeed returned.

Generals Doppler and De Solon also had to return to the noisy amusement park. De Solon had to return mainly because he was in charge of escorting Pielberg, while Doppler was notified to return by Zhou Lixun.

The bald general, his head gleaming, covered his face with one hand, feeling as if he had been dragged into a headache-inducing farce.

Soon, Lu Fan, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, sat back down at the gambling table, still with that calm and composed demeanor. He picked up the dice with one hand and tossed them into the dice cup.

Ye Xiao pulled out a chair, and this time he deliberately sat down face to face with Lu Fan.

The crowd eagerly surrounded the area, forming an impenetrable high wall that made the air feel somewhat hot.

"Lord Kalon, let me make this clear beforehand: although you are a guest, there is no going back on our duchy's bets."

Morek seemed quite confident in Lu Fan, his smug gaze already regarding the land deed Ye Xiao had placed on the table as his own.

What an idiot, handing over his entire fortune to a fool like Pierberg.

Morek thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips.

Miss Windsor, curious, asked a young knight beside her with a cold gaze and glasses, "Is this Baron of the Kingdom of Doom really that close to Pielberg? Or does he have some advantage?"

“Reporting to Miss, the Kingdom of Doum was originally occupied by our duchy. Perhaps this baron has realized that his family property will be taken away sooner or later anyway, so he might as well take this opportunity to gain some favor from the duchy’s nobles.”

The royal guard knight replied calmly.

“Oh, is that so?” Miss Windsor put her thumb to her lips and smiled meaningfully, then looked at Tanya beside her. “Hey, then I’ll still choose Sir Morek to win this time. If he wins, it’ll be two to one between you and me.”

Tanya could only smile helplessly and nod slightly when she saw Windsor acting like a child.

"Now, sirs, your wager has been witnessed by Lord Windsor and Saint Tanya. The game may begin."

Ye Xiao nodded, while Lu Fan shook the dice cup expressionlessly.

The dice tumbled inside, their crisp sound of striking the cup's walls falling like raindrops into Ye Xiao's ears.

Ye Xiao held his breath and carefully listened to every sound. Just as Lu Fan stopped moving, Ye Xiao's brows furrowed slightly.

They didn't notice anything at all.

This surprised him. Lu Fan must have used some kind of cheating method, but until the end of the dice rolling, there was no sign of any problem being revealed.

"it's your turn."

Lu Fan withdrew his hand from the dice cup, his tone as indifferent as ever.

Big or small?

Ye Xiao clutched the chip representing his decision in his palm, carefully recalling every detail of this and the last bet in his mind.

Based on the trajectory of the dice that he sensed with his inner eye, this time it should be a small number.

But the question is, what will Lu Fan do to change the outcome of the dice roll?

If Lu Fan didn't cheat when rolling the dice, then when exactly did he cheat?

Ye Xiao recalled the unnatural flirtatious manner that Lu Fan exuded when he opened the dice cup last time, and quickly guessed that the other party probably tampered with the dice cup at the moment of opening it.

A certain wind-based spell was used to blow the dice and change the result the instant the dice cup was opened.

Ye Xiao pondered, her gaze fixed on Lu Fan's cuffs.

Now that you understand the principle, how do you counter it?

The outcome is entirely controlled by the other party. Even if you forcefully grab their hand the moment the dice are opened, as long as the spell is cast and the dice move, you will still lose.

Moreover, given Lu Fan's vigilance, he figured that such an inconspicuous little spell wouldn't leave any trace for him to use as evidence. In the end, it would be him who would be embarrassed by being falsely accused.

……

As time ticked by, everyone began to grow impatient as Ye Xiao hesitated to place his bet.

"Hey, you country bumpkin baron, are you even up to the task?"

"Is he scared? He was spouting nonsense just now, but it's too late to regret it now."

Miss Windsor frowned slightly. She had thought this rustic baron would do something interesting, but it seemed to be no different from before.

Seeing the mockery and urging from the aristocratic youths watching, Pierberg's palms were sweating nervously. He hoped that Ye Xiao would think more carefully, but seeing Ye Xiao's hesitant appearance, he felt that his fate was probably still beyond saving.

"Hey, isn't that enough? How much longer are you going to think about it?"

Sir Morek roared impatiently.

Damn it, waiting this long has made his heart start pounding involuntarily.

"By the way... what should I call the guy across from me who's rolling the dice?"

Just then, Ye Xiao spoke softly.

"Hey, are you ever going to stop? Can't you just get to the point...?"

Morek is getting a bit red-hot.

"Lu Fan".

Lu Fan replied calmly.

"Yes, Mr. Lu Fan,"

Ye Xiao smiled, subtly adding another chip to her hand. "You seem quite confident in your methods."

Lu Fan remained silent and did not reply.

"Everyone is gambling, but as a participant, you don't have to put up any chips. It always feels like you're standing aside."

"Any questions?"

"Wouldn't a bet be too boring if one side's win or loss didn't affect them much?"

"Our bet was set before it even started, so isn't it a bit too unrealistic to want to change it now?"

"Oh, I didn't mean this round, I meant the next round."

"...The next game?"

Lu Fan paused for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing involuntarily across his usually calm eyes.

He looked at Ye Xiao and only detected a hint of mockery in the other's eyes.

"Of course, there's no point in discussing this game, because I've already won it, Mr. Lu Fan."

"Ah?"

"I bet small."

Ye Xiao casually tossed a chip into the pool.

Lu Fan's lips curled up slightly, thinking that Ye Xiao was just being mysterious, and he reached out to open the dice cup.

At that very moment, Ye Xiao suddenly flung his hand away.