I'm bad, but players love me

This kind of person can be used at will and discarded after use. This is much more cost-effective than going to great lengths to win him over.

"Of course, we must act quickly to fulfill Lord Saitaishi's orders." Luo Lan said vaguely, "Let's deal with this matter first. If Lord Saitaishi wants to speak, he will speak."

Setash waved his hand casually and signaled the other party to go down.

At this time, Dim, who had finally gotten himself proud and soared to the sky, was bragging about his great achievements this morning among his servants, without any sign of the cowardice he had shown when he was scared by the ELO members before.

She described her former wisdom and bravery with great joy, and boasted that even the housekeeper could not overshadow her brilliance.

This made the newly added servants admire him. Although he was only an outer steward, to them, he was their boss who was in charge of their life, death, fortune and misfortune.

Just at this moment, several urgent shouts came from outside, "Dim, Dim!"

"Yes, yes, what's the matter?" Dim stopped his bragging impatiently.

Really, I'm not finished yet.

The person who came was the newly replaced outer housekeeper. She directly stuffed the acceptance paper in her hand to Dim and said, "Pack up. You don't have to work this afternoon and evening. Report in early tomorrow morning."

Dim looked at her in disbelief, "I...why?"

"Why? Just do whatever the master tells you to do. Don't talk too much."

Chapter 79: Tonight, the Last Night of Peace (Edited)

Things are different now. In the past, only high-ranking officials could join the Kori City Guard. It was a rare opportunity for a commoner to squeeze in, and it was considered an honor for the family.

The family of this commoner can be said to be very prosperous. They have to hold their heads high when going out, otherwise it would be considered a loss of face.

But now all the high-ranking officials have been promoted, and the soldiers under them are all civilians recruited from outside.

But this time, the families of those civilians were all crying inconsolably. After all, everyone knew that these people were just going to be cannon fodder.

It is obviously not something to be proud of or glorious that one's own servants can be so easily ordered around by others.

However, faced with this situation, Luo Lan was powerless. After all, given her current situation and abilities, she had no other options except to curse secretly behind the scenes and smash things at home to vent her emotions.

She knew very well in her heart that Saitaishi looked down on her, and she also knew her own worth.

But you won't hit someone who smiles at you.

Didn't you, Setaishi, realize that Luo Lan was a worthless person before you tried to win her over? All you cared about was her former glory and that position that had long since become a mere formality!

Now that things have come to this, everything is your own fault, and you are taking it out on my servants. Are you okay?

The more Luo Lan thought about it, the angrier he became. A nameless fire welled up in his heart. After drinking a mouthful of sweet water with an angry look on his face, his emotions calmed down a little.

She rubbed her cheek with her hand and said, "Butler, immediately send that Dim to the city guards. At the same time, have them manipulate her secretly to ensure she cannot be promoted and can only serve as an ordinary soldier for the rest of her life. However, do not restrict her personal freedom. Remember, say that this is an order from Lord Setash himself."

"As you wish." The butler replied respectfully.

However, just as the butler was about to turn and leave, Luo Lan suddenly stopped him, "Wait a minute! Give her some more money so she can use it to smooth things over and manage relationships between superiors and subordinates. After all, she's from our family, so we can't let those blind people bully her at will."

"It's fine for me to be slapped in the face by that arrogant Saitaishi, but if those other ignorant little nobles dare to act recklessly, don't blame me for being rude!" As she spoke, a fierce look flashed in Luo Lan's eyes. She now held considerable power.

From the very beginning, Luo Lan had never thought of sending her servants to serve in the army. She didn't care about those frivolous military achievements.

Even though she couldn't even recognize all the servants in her house, Luo Lan felt that she could never send these people to the battlefield to die in vain.

No matter what, they are still family. There is no reason to send your own family to die.

Even if those people were lucky enough to gain some military merit, Luo Lan would be able to get close to a powerful person like the Lord of Ella by claiming that they were his servants.

But she also knew that with her limited intelligence, she was probably not worthy of enjoying such enormous wealth.

She originally just wanted to find a few strangers from the common people to fill in the gaps and get the job done. After all, the powerful and wealthy still believe in following the crowd. It's not possible for others to give gifts while she doesn't.

But what she didn't expect was that due to the failure of this suppression operation, Setash would target her.

She had no choice but to send her own servants to the battlefield, and she could not just find outsiders to replace them as she had planned before. She had to send Dim to the front line honestly.

"It won't be long before the news of the failure of the suppression reaches the city lord." Luo Lan looked out the window at the sky that was gradually being swallowed by darkness with empty eyes, and thought to himself: And the news of Mina's death is undoubtedly adding insult to injury... Maybe after Dim finishes training, a fight will really break out.

"But can we really win this battle, Butler?" Her voice revealed an unconcealable worry and uneasiness, as if she had foreseen the coming storm.

"We will definitely win. The glory of Mani, the God of Machinery, will always protect us!" The old butler thoughtfully placed a plate of dessert. Sweets always make the young lady feel better.

But Luo Lan's worried expression didn't improve at all. "In the afternoon, Fati mentioned 'her.' My mother probably thought the same thing back then, thinking that after 'her' death, civilians wouldn't riot anymore, wouldn't hold those meaningless, stupid demonstrations anymore, and we could rest easy."

"But the reality is that three years later, the mysterious organization ELO emerged. That same year, ELO acquired a large number of dangerous and deadly weapons, and that same year, they successfully assassinated three members of the nobility, including my mother, at the cost of a mere twenty-seven lives."

"After that, we launched a campaign against the ELO organization. We poured considerable manpower and resources into it, even causing resentment among many nobles. But what was the result? To this day, they haven't been completely wiped out. They seem to be forever lurking in the shadows, wandering around like ghosts, omnipresent, impossible to guard against and elusive, seemingly undefeatable."

Luo Lan slowly turned her head and cast her gaze towards the old housekeeper who had been guarding her for many years and almost replaced her mother's duties.

Her voice was low and subdued as she spoke, "It seems that Mani isn't protecting us, but rather blessing them. Compared to us, their existence is more like a miracle, blessed by the gods."

"Lord Luo Lan, please don't worry." The old housekeeper lovingly comforted the distraught girl. As always, she gave Luo Lan strength with the same firmness and confidence. "No matter how hard they struggle, they are ultimately just a bunch of rats living in the sewers."

The butler handed over a piece of dessert in a soothing tone, "Don't worry, my lady. They are destined to never make a breakthrough."

On the day Dim hurried to the camp with his bag wrapped in his bundle, just as she was still sighing that it was indeed good to lean on a big tree for shade, and that because she was a servant of a noble, her treatment from the start was several levels better than those of the commoners, just as she was still secretly thinking that she came here because Lord Luo Lan valued her...

The war has begun quietly.

That night, Ella had a gloomy face. A huge topographic map was spread on her desk. Compared with the noble area, the civilian and slum areas were so huge, but everyone knew who the real owner of this huge territory was.

The nobles formed a circle around the table, and Setash, who had been trusted by Ella in recent days, stood closest to her.

Ella held a feather pen in her hand, with the tip raised high. Scarlet ink as bright as blood flowed out from the tip, outlining a shocking circle of lines around the slums.

This red line was like an indestructible cage, tightly binding those trapped within it, making it impossible to escape. Ella's eyes were cold and ruthless, full of determination and firmness, like a judge, deciding the fate of these people.

"All the people in the slums who are members of the ELO organization must not be spared! Kill one immediately if you see one!" Her voice was icy cold and carried unquestionable majesty.

Then, she suddenly raised her head, her scarlet eyes like a blazing fire, staring intently at every noble present who was watching her closely.

"If anyone dares to try to stop my actions, he will be regarded as a member of the ELO organization and will be killed without mercy!" Ella's tone became increasingly severe, which made people shudder.

As soon as she finished speaking, she forcefully swiped the tip of her pen across the map, leaving a bright red "X" symbol.

This blood-red cross was like a sharp sword, piercing through the civilian areas and slums and deeply embedded in the map.

Due to excessive force, the pen tip even penetrated the paper, leaving two hideous scratches on the back. These two marks were like torn wounds, making the originally complete map instantly shattered, as if foreshadowing that this land was about to face a baptism of blood and rain.

After the secret meeting, Setaishi passed the message to Yun Shuo.

"Do you think he is trying to take all the civilians away?" Saitaishi suddenly said this for some reason, and after he finished speaking, he found it funny himself.

"It's time to show them what absurd thing their 'equality' is. Guess how long it will take for them to come and beg us? Tell our people not to rush up there for no reason and leave the people on Ella's side to die."

……

"Commander! The war will officially begin tomorrow morning! They will start from the civilian areas and encircle us. What should we do?"

Yun Shuo looked up at Willis, whose eyes lit up when he heard this. "We have prepared everything we can for this day. We will deploy our defense and offense according to the original plan, and try to avoid harming any uninvolved civilians."

The reason why Gou Zi was able to gain Yun Shuo's trust so quickly was not just because the system had mentioned that this person was highly credible.

What is more crucial is that as a player, as a person from another world, a world that is obviously much more equal than this world, and it can even be said that equality has been achieved, the opinions and suggestions he puts forward are often advanced and forward-looking beyond the limitations of the times.

It was like a "dimensionality reduction attack" from the future world on the current society - Gouzi himself may never have realized that for an organization like ELO that has grown bit by bit by groping and randomly, the fantastic ideas in his mind will bring about such earth-shaking changes.

The system had turned off the notification sound for a long time because it was too noisy. It was not until recently when it discovered that the dog seemed to have become a professional bootlicker that it suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a thing called "whitewashing value" in its function.

"Host, no, God, this is the first time I know that this thing called whitewash value can be sold wholesale." The system looked at the string of zeros at the end, and for a moment, the cooler was about to burn.

Thinking back to the boasts I made back then, I asked the host to face up to his situation and called him a cannon fodder villain. As a result, not only does he not need me at all, but he also gets a lot of whitewash points.

Moreover, most of the whitewashing value comes from NPCs, which means that 80% of these whitewashing values ​​come from the host's own efforts and have nothing to do with this waste system.

[Look at all the whitewash points, would you like to exchange them for something? How about your force points?]

Yun Shuo smiled and shook his head, then asked, "So many? How many more do we need to exchange for gods?"

Upon hearing this, the system's attitude immediately cooled. "I've already said it before, Host, please stop daydreaming. Game companies wouldn't be stupid enough to change the settings, as they'd be slammed by the players. If they want to change the settings, unless... unless the host's popularity among players reaches a point where they're overwhelmingly popular, and if they don't change the settings, the company will be slammed by the players."

[However, this is impossible. After all, there are many ways to keep a character alive, even if it's OOC. There's no need to change the setting.]

Yun Shuo looked at the increasingly condensed black mist in his hand and no longer hid it from the system. He asked directly, "If possessing divine power is not allowed, then what is this?"

The system also froze, repeating, like an artificial retard, "What is this?"

No, what is this thing? The system's CPU is spinning rapidly.

Did Yun Shuo secretly travel through time with it on his back? That's not right, the address hasn't changed, and it looks exactly like the original place.

However, according to data analysis, this black air is indeed divine power, and all the divine power so far is not of this color.

At this moment, the system only regretted that the person who created it did not give it a physical body, otherwise it would have demonstrated what "breaking defense" meant.

No, what's going on? You're not a human, are you, Yun Shuo? You're secretly preparing to give me a big wave, right? Tell me, come on, tell me, which villain is so good at being cannon fodder, but suddenly he's preparing to "become a saint in the flesh."

No wonder you keep asking me if divine power can be exchanged. What's going on? I told you it can't be exchanged, and you just pack up and go become a god, right?

What does it mean to be slapped in the face so suddenly? You are the system, I am the system, why do you feel more omniscient and omnipotent than me?

Yun Shuo continued to ask: "Don't panic yet, is this considered divine power?"

[Forget it.]

"Then why can't this gun be blessed?"

[In fact, the duties of the gods are quite clearly divided. For example, the God of Machinery can only bless machinery, while the God of Wind can only bless natural things related to speed. Therefore, your unknown divine power is definitely not capable of these tasks.]

"Then it can only be used for observation, and then it will have no other use?" Yun Shuo muttered to himself, "Forget it, I still have to prepare for the war tomorrow."

Needless to say, this was another idea from Gou Zi.

Chapter 80: Large caliber, can be scoped, that is a sniper

In the early morning, the cold night wind that had not yet dissipated hurriedly whistled past the high white walls, and any exposed skin that blew on it would cause goose bumps.

Yialos shrank his neck, rubbed his hands subconsciously, and muttered, "It was scorching hot yesterday, why is it so cold today?"

I have to do delicate work, and my hands are very precious. Not only can they not freeze, even shaking is not allowed.

He looked around. A skilled sniper has sharp eyes. When he saw someone holding a gun he designed, he would feel secretly happy.

Wait, what are those people carrying on their shoulders? What good stuff did Yun Shuo secretly get, and he didn't tell me? How can I tolerate this?

"Excuse me, excuse me, hey, brother, change seats." Yialos changed seats several times in a row and squeezed next to the man.

He stood behind the man and winked at the strange thing in front of him: It cannot be said that it has nothing to do with the sniper rifle, but it can only be said that it has nothing to do with it at all. The muzzle even looks like a simple trumpet.

I remember we were a sniper team, right? But besides having a scope, does this thing really have anything to do with a sniper rifle?

Yialos walked up and patted the man in front of him on the shoulder. "Hey, brother, what the hell is that?"

The man slumped his shoulders helplessly, turned his head and stared straight at Yialos, curling his lips, "A woman."

"Fuck! Boss?" Yialos shuddered in fear. "Why are you still here? Didn't the commander say you could just leave if you didn't want to? I remember you and your men just turned around and ran away, as if there was a ghost chasing you."

"Who told you that we turned around and ran away?!" A man next to the boss also turned around, with a look on his face that said "Don't talk nonsense", and he glared at him and rushed forward.

"I saw it with my own eyes. I was thinking of inviting you guys over for dinner to apologize or something, but you guys practically ran away."

At this point, Yialos became a little righteous and confident. "I admit that I was a bit heartless when I leaked your information. The boss has given me credit a lot in the past, and you guys have been good to me. I thought I would treat you all to a meal and let us all settle the score and laugh it off."

"Who knows? I can't catch up with anyone. Oh, you guys are out of luck." Yialos sighed pretentiously, glancing at the boss all the time, waiting for his reaction.

The boss went up and punched the pretentious guy in the stomach. "Why didn't you tell me about treating me to dinner earlier? You had to tell me after we were leaving. Did you do that on purpose?"

"Well," the punch wasn't heavy, but Yialos just wanted to show off, waving his hands repeatedly, "I can't take it anymore. I've got internal injuries from this punch. If the boss doesn't treat me, I'm not going to get through this."

"Get lost." The boss rolled his eyes at him. "Remember this, you owe us all a meal. When the war is over, we'll all eat your wallet out. Don't you agree?"

"Yes!" As soon as these words came out, everyone, whether they had followed the boss before or were members of the ELO organization, responded in unison.

"Hey, no," Yialos pointed at the person who had switched seats with him and shouted, "Don't kid me, you weren't the boss's man before."

"I can be." The man replied with a smile, "right, boss?"

"Yes!" The boss replied with a smile, without any hesitation. "What's the matter, Yialos? Do you still want to go back on your word?"

Faced with the crowd's pursuit and blockade, Yialos had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I'll treat you!"

"By the way, boss, since I'm treating you, why don't you tell me what this thing is?" Yialostu was still wondering about the thing on his boss's back.

"This thing is called a bazooka. The commander just made it a few days ago. It's very heavy." The boss slapped Yialos's hand, who was trying to touch it. "You can't carry it with your small body. You'd better just carry your sniper rifle."

Ialos immediately started to feel sour grapes. "This is something the commander made. He even modified it specifically for me. Look at the range."

"My caliber is bigger than yours." The boss said mercilessly.