I'm bad, but players love me

"You, and ELO behind you, and those guys outside, there's no way they'll let me go!" Setaishi grew increasingly agitated, his tone filled with accusations and complaints. "Look, in the end, apart from becoming City Lord, all that's left for me... is a dead end!"

"What's wrong with me wanting to fight? I was also one of the people who were oppressed and bullied before! No one saved me, so I saved myself, but they still looked down on me, so I can only keep climbing up..." Saitaishi said dejectedly with his head down.

"What else can I say to a traitor?" Yun Shuo originally came to send Saitaishi to his death. He regarded these accusations as just his last words and they didn't hurt him at all.

Saitaishi's smile was ferocious, his voice sharp and piercing, like a saw cutting through metal. "Betray you? You're stupid, Yun Shuo! I never care about that fucking equality you talk about! What I want is supremacy, power, and status!"

He patted his chest hard, making the same "bang bang" sound as when he made such a strong promise to Yun Shuo.

"Listen carefully, Yun Shuo. What I'm saying is," he had laughed enough and calmed down, but traces of madness remained on his face, "screw equality!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Yun Shuo's expression. He picked up the plate and continued to stuff food into his mouth piece by piece, chewing mechanically and repetitively.

But as he kept trying, tears began to fall. He choked and his voice trembled slightly, "Yun Shuo, I always feel that I am not destined to die today."

Yun Shuo was sitting nearby, his eyes as cold as if he were a bystander. He said indifferently, "It's okay. If you don't dare to die, I'll help you."

"Really?" Saitaishi raised his head and looked at Yun Shuo. A smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were full of indignation. "I said I would spare your life. How heartless..."

He closed his eyes and said, "Actually, I'm really afraid of death."

After swallowing the last bite of the biscuit, the sweet taste that was almost enough to make one sick lingered in the mouth, turning into a nauseating sour taste that gathered in the upper part of the mouth, but it was an extremely reassuring taste.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you suddenly? After all, I am one of the gods..." There was a hint of self-mockery in his words, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was recalling the glory of the past.

Before he could finish his words, he burst into laughter, but that laughter was filled with endless sadness and helplessness. "A God-favored One, huh... a completely useless God-favored One... Ella is indeed powerful. I... am ashamed of myself."

He raised his eyes, and the pair of eyes that were once full of spirit were now dim, with only deep fatigue and unwillingness left.

But Sai Taishi still stared at Yun Shuo, smiled slightly and said, "You too." Then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Saitaishi had caught the spurting black blood on a plate, but his hand was beyond his expectation and was shaking uncontrollably.

The plate swayed left and right in his hands, and drops of blood flowed out from the edge of the plate, flowed along his fingers, and dripped onto the ground, forming black marks.

Only then did Yun Shuo notice that Saitaishi's face, which was initially slightly red from the scorching sun, was gradually turning pale.

Setaish lay completely backwards on the chair, his body stiff, as if he had stopped breathing for a moment, his mouth half open, his jaw blood red.

"Only one cookie on this plate is poisonous." His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty.

He looked up at the sky, a flicker of relief after despair in his eyes, "I'm afraid of death, so I... mix it in and eat it piece by piece."

"The gods are actually still kind to me," he murmured to himself. "Calculating the time... I guess the poison was only in the last few pieces. The gods... are still thinking of saving me..."

Yun Shuo sat there without moving, watching coldly as Saitaish walked towards his death bit by bit.

Saitaishi wiped his lips with his free hand, trembling, and lowered his eyes to look at the plate in his hand. "This poison is too bitter, it must be swallowed with a little sweetness. We planned everything, but in the end we missed the mark by one move. How could they escape? How could they be willing to escape?"

"Still thinking of making a comeback... ridiculous!" Setash looked up at the dazzling sunlight, as if trying to find an answer from it, and murmured stubbornly, "How could you bear to leave..."

He closed his eyes, feeling the sun's scorching heat on his face. "Power is more poisonous than poison. It kills the old you once it enters your mouth. The new you stands up gracefully under that stinking skin."

"Yun Shuo, I am a prisoner, I am a loser..." Sai Taishi tried to say a few harsh words, but his voice could not rise to the level at all. He could only speak like an old living dead, erratic and unable to achieve the expected sharpness and decisiveness, so he could only speak in a hoarse voice.

Yun Shuo still didn't respond, sitting there with a blank expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Setash took two deep breaths, and each breath seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest.

He struggled to sit up straight, and with a "Pooh" sound, he spat out the new blood that had flowed out of his mouth. The blood fell into the plate - it was still black.

His gaze gradually blurred, the light in his pupils gradually fading, but he still stubbornly tilted his head towards Yun Shuo, his unfocused eyes fixed on him. A twisted and ferocious expression appeared on his face, and he roared as if in a last gasp, "I want you dead, Yun Shuo! I want you buried with me! I want the entire ELO buried with me!"

"Really? Then I'll wait for good news." Yun Shuo's voice was calm and deep. He slowly stood up and walked steadily to Saitaishi's side.

Setash began to cough violently, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs, and black blood continuously gushed out with his coughing.

He was still holding the plate tightly in his hand, but it was shaking so much that he couldn't catch the black blood that was spitting out.

Setash raised his face for the last time, his eyes filled with unwillingness and determination.

He looked at Yun Shuo and spoke with difficulty, using all his strength: "Yun Shuo... those people will not let you go. You can't hide it... In the end... you will lose."

Setash opened his eyes wide and tried his best, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by something.

After uttering the last two words "will lose" with great difficulty from his throat, he shuddered violently and vomited the last pool of blood, which instantly soaked the cloth on his chest.

His breathing also stopped abruptly, as if his throat was completely blocked by the pool of blood.

After his death, Setaishi still maintained the same posture as in life, sitting stiffly in a chair. The porcelain plate in his hand shook for a moment, but eventually it slipped from his grasp and fell heavily to the ground.

After a crisp "crack" sound, the porcelain plate instantly shattered into pieces, and the white porcelain fragments splashed all over the floor.

Chapter 127: You are right

"Can these nobles tell who's from which family? They all look the same." Others didn't know, but Awen was dazzled by these similar gates.

It was as if all the nobles were fond of the doors made by that family's craftsmen. Even the intricate patterns carved on the doors did not differ in the slightest, as if they were printed from the same mold.

Even the flowers in the garden surrounding the mansion looked as if they had been custom-made by the same designer and trimmed by the same gardener. Aside from the slight differences in the flower species, it was impossible to discern any unique characteristics of the owner.

Awen stood there and sighed, then turned to look at the deserted street, and an indescribable heaviness surged in his heart.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the empty aristocratic district. The once bustling servants and prosperous scene had long since disappeared, leaving only a dead silence.

As soon as the nobles left, the noble area became empty. Awen had walked all the way here and hadn't seen a single servant.

She didn't even know who the nobleman Dim was loyal to, let alone where his home was.

Where could she find Dim?

I don't know if the other party has received my letter in all this time. Although I don't expect the other party to reply, it does make me feel empty when no one replies to my letter.

Awen curled his lips and walked back.

"William!" Awen quickly approached the busy William with a deliberately forced attentive smile.

The corners of her mouth were exaggeratedly raised, forming an exaggerated arc, and her eyes were wide open, like two twinkling stars. It was obvious that she was here to cause trouble.

"If you have something to say, say it. If not, just be quiet. Do you have a lot of free time?" William cursed, but his hands kept moving. He even took the time to give Awen a glare, "If you have a lot of free time, come and help me."

When Awen heard this, she felt a chill on her back and quickly shrank her neck. No, she got a headache just looking at these things.

So she half-knelt beside the desk, gently tracing the edge of the table with her fingers, as if studying how the table was carved, and from time to time she looked up and glanced at William.

After a long while, seeing that William really no longer paid attention to him, but was frowning and writing something, leaving him aside, he took a deep breath and hurriedly asked, "Um...how is the situation with the prisoners of war? Is it under full control?"

William's movements finally paused after hearing this. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sharply sweeping towards Awen, as if examining her true intentions, "What's wrong?"

Ah Wen felt inexplicably guilty and said with a flattering smile, "I want to find someone..."

She really should have a good rest now. After all, she hasn't won completely yet. The next battle may be just a few days away, and then it can be fought at any time. The key is to conserve her energy.

However, the uneasiness in her heart surged like a tide. As long as she couldn't see anyone for a day, her heart would not be at peace.

It was fine in other places before, but now that I'm in the aristocratic area where the other person might be, I can't let it go at all.

She knew that he might have gone with the nobles. After all, he had the nobles' trust. But what if...

At least she should know that he is still alive.

After hearing this, William put down the things at hand and started searching everywhere.

Although she was not present at the scene, she still knew a little bit about what happened between Dim and Awen.

Of course, it was clear that the friendship between the two of them was not so easy to break up. After all, Dim was just a playboy at the moment and hadn't done anything bad yet, which made Awen still think of his good points from time to time.

"Here's the list." William found the flattened piece of paper from under the layers of documents. "Almost all the prisoners whose names can be recorded are here."

"Can you record the name?" Awen asked subconsciously.

It is understandable that people in the slums don’t have names, but the people in the Kori Army basically come from common people or above, so how could they not have names?

Even a street thug like her had a name because she was a commoner.

"Is it true that you don't have it, or are you afraid to say it out loud?" Awen asked with a frown.

This shouldn't be the case. Who in the entire city of Cori doesn't know their ELO reputation? They earned it through hard work. Is it fun to keep it a secret now?

Could it be that he thinks his name is not nice and wants to follow the example of the cultured people in ELO and give himself another one?

"Those without names are all servants of the nobles." The other party's answer was like a heavy hammer, hitting Awen's heart.

No, you nobles still let your servants fight in wars? Dim is so trusted by the nobles, he shouldn't be abandoned...

The nobles had withdrawn long ago, and the ones left behind to garrison the noble district and fight against ELO, except for the soldiers of the Cori Army, were all servants who the nobles could not take away and stayed behind.

They were left behind to serve as scapegoats and cover the retreat of these dog nobles. These servants might not get to enjoy the good things, but they would definitely get to suffer the consequences.

Seeing Awen's changing expressions, William knew he was worried about Dim. He explained, "Most of these people were sold here, and most of them were once from the slums. They were born without names. Later, when they entered the homes of nobles, they all worked as laborers. Who would remember to give them names?"

Awen finally felt relieved, but William hadn't written a few words when something happened again.

"If Dim isn't on the list, I still won't be able to find him." Awen pointed and checked the names on the list one by one, his face showing a bit of confusion and helplessness. He said casually, "Then this list is useless for me."

William picked up the pen and put it down, put it down and picked it up again. Finally, she couldn't help it and went up to give Awen a smack on the head. "How can you be so smart and stupid at the same time? Isn't there the name of the noble they are loyal to at the back?"

A servant may not know his own name, but he cannot not know the name of his master.

"Then I don't know who Dim is loyal to." Awen continued to scratch his head.

William said lightly: "Luo Lan."

"How did you know?" Awen's eyes were full of suspicion. Could it be that I was the only one who was kept in the dark?

It seems that Dim and I have the best relationship, but I am also the only one who knows nothing about Dim, right?

"How could I not know?" William said thirstily. He took the cup and wanted to drink, but the water was snatched away by Awen when it was about to his mouth.

When he looked up, he saw that Awen had snatched the water from someone else and was still standing there staring at William with a righteous look in his eyes, questioning him, "You knew it, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"How do I know you don't know!" William went up and snatched the water back. He tilted his head back and took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat. Then he waved his hand to signal Awen to get her things and leave quickly. "Go away! Get out of the way!"

Awen checked the list three times but still couldn't find the name of "Dim". He had no choice but to tear off a piece of paper and write down the only servant of "Luo Lan" he found. He then put the list back safely, for fear of really angering William.

……

But when she finally found the servant loyal to Luo Lan, he blinked and searched his memory carefully before saying with certainty, "Dim? She's already been on the battlefield."

"When did it happen?" Although Awen tried to keep her voice calm, her hands involuntarily grasped the other person's arm tightly, and she didn't even notice that her nails were deeply embedded in the other person's flesh.

She appeared calm on the outside and could speak every word steadily, but the waves in her heart had already surged and were in chaos.

"I went there at the very beginning." There was a hint of fear in the other person's voice. She was frightened by Awen's expression at the moment.

Although he could feel the pain in his arm, he didn't dare to move. He could only struggle slightly a few times, trying to regain his sanity.

As soon as he finished speaking, Awen's ears suddenly rang with a sharp roar - a sudden tinnitus. For a moment, even the sounds of the outside world became vague and distant, and even the words of the other party who was close at hand were difficult to hear clearly.

Awen froze in an instant, as if frozen in time. His eyes lost focus, leaving only deep despair and fear.

"I went there at the very beginning... I went there at the very beginning..." Awen's expression looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time, and the words he said seemed to be squeezed out directly from his throat.

The man was stuck there for a long time before he could breathe, and he almost choked to death.

At first, there were no tears for a long time. She just stood there with her lips slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat and could not come out.

He went to the battlefield right from the start... How was that any different from being dead? Forget about being alive, even if she could find the body, it was doubtful.

"Dim is dead." These few simple words hit her heart like a hammer. This suffocating news, like thunder in the dark night, came suddenly and tore her world apart.

Then, her eyes began to redden and tears burst out like a flood, sliding down her cheeks and wetting her clothes.

She tried to wipe them away with her hands, but the tears flowed like a tide. The more she wiped, the more they flowed, as if they wanted to pour out all the grief in her heart.

Awen had been trying to steady herself, like a shaky reed, stubbornly standing in the wind. However, as tears began to flow, she felt an indescribable fatigue suddenly surge over her, instantly devouring all her strength.

My legs began to feel weak and my body began to shake involuntarily.

Finally, she could no longer hold on, her legs went limp, and she squatted on the ground.

Awen hugged his knees tightly with his hands and buried his head deeply between his knees, as if he wanted to completely lock himself in this small space.

She burst into tears, her tears and snot mixing together and soaking her hands.

After Dim got the news, she arrived just as Awen was breaking down. The scene before her made her heart tighten. Was that mournful crying and tear-stained face because of her...

That's quite embarrassing.

Dim lowered his head slightly, touched the tip of his nose with his fingers involuntarily, and felt a little embarrassed.

She was afraid that if she went out now, Awen's first reaction when he saw her would be to let her die in return for the tears she had just cried.

After all, they are already crying at the funeral, so it would be a bit impolite to suddenly "revive".

The difference between Dim and Awen was basically a matter of time. A few minutes after Awen left, Dim went to find William.