Evil God? My servants are players!

"What?! Say that again?!"

Veronica grabbed the butler's shoulder incredulously.

"The city hall just received the debt documents signed by the Earl; we don't have enough money to cover the losses."

The butler, panting heavily, repeated what he had just said.

"Him! He!! How dare he! You're just going to admit it like that?!"

Veronica said through gritted teeth.

"My lord, this is reasonable according to imperial law, after all, he is a local count."

Besides, it was the Earl who signed the voucher in his own name; he bypassed us.

Moreover, those vouchers have already been traded, and now those merchants are coming to us with the vouchers demanding payment!

The butler said with difficulty, but it seemed that he was still on Veronica's side, or perhaps on the side of normal people.

"I'm going to find him!"

Upon hearing this, Veronica angrily turned to leave.

"Sir! What's the use of looking for him! He has nothing left! Besides, what about those merchants surrounding the city hall?"

Veronica's old housekeeper tried to stop her.

"I'll go see what he actually bought with his money! Can I get a refund?"

Veronica ignored the butler and went to the castle alone.

Due to prolonged neglect, a thin layer of dust has settled inside the castle.

Veronica pushed open the door and walked skillfully to the study doorway.

But when she actually stood in front of the door, Veronica placed her hand on the doorknob and hesitated.

"Come in," an aged voice came from inside the door.

Veronica took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and chose to strike first:

"Why are you wasting money like this! Don't you know the territory's finances are in bad shape right now?!"

"Oh, Veronica, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

Hamlet scratched his head and apologized.

Upon hearing this, Veronica looked at Hamlet in disbelief.

"you……"

But Hamlet's appearance left Veronica speechless.

At this moment, Hamlet no longer has deep-set eyes, and his flesh is no longer withered.

He seems to have recovered?

"Sorry, I accidentally spent a little too much. What did I buy again?"

I can't remember. Oh, right, I have a warehouse key here, and there's some gold and silver jewelry inside. You can take it.

Hamlet explained with a chuckle.

Veronica was startled by Hamlet's enthusiasm and took a step back.

The man before me was very different from the father I remembered.

But it is also very similar to the image of his father when he was a child.

For a moment, Veronica was at a loss for what to do.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now. You've suffered these past few days. Leave the rest to me."

Seeing Veronica frozen in place, the count stood up and patted her on the shoulder.

The familiar tone stirred up childhood memories; this was the father Veronica knew.

"Are you really alright?!" Veronica exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmm," the count replied calmly.

"That's great! You're alright now! You've just recovered! Rest first!"

I'll take care of it! Money makes everything easy!

Then Veronica grabbed the keys and ran excitedly out the door.

Watching Veronica's retreating figure, the Count smiled and nodded, as if marveling at his daughter's youthful achievements.

Veronica moved swiftly through the corridor.

Her father's sudden recovery overjoyed her; she even pinched her arm to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

But the familiar pain made her realize that this was not a dream.

"Father, you've really recovered! Everything will be alright!"

It seems that in Veronica's eyes, her childhood father was someone she could rely on.

As Veronica ran down the corridor, she passed the Count's laboratory.

Another wave of familiar dizziness washed over her, making Veronica feel lightheaded.

She stopped where she was, placed her hand on the wall, and wanted to rest for a while.

A familiar voice lingered in Veronica's ears.

As the sound grew louder, Veronica recognized it as her father's voice.

"For...your...thinking..."

It's the voice of a mad father!

"Why!! Why!!!"

"You believe that even if you do nothing, you'll still achieve the outcome you desire!!!!"

"Veronica!!! Your future is already inextricably linked to Him!!!"

Veronica broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

But just like back in the dungeon, the illusions came and went quickly.

Veronica shook her head, trying to banish the hallucination from her mind completely.

At the same time, she also thought of her crazy father, who had once asked her for bricks from the underground city.

"Probably influenced by that sample's mental pollution again. Never mind, let's deal with the important matters first."

Veronica muttered to herself.

Then she stood up again and went about her business for the territory.

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Shen Yuan was harassed by the old man's phone call again; once again, the phone line was cut off as soon as it rang.

But this harassing call did not spoil Shen Yuan's good mood.

Because along with the harassing calls came two huge, inexplicable surges of emotional energy, about the size of three hyacinths.

That is, 1500 points, a surge of energy containing the joy of reunion.

The other energy contains the seven emotions and six desires, as if it were all of a person's feelings.

Besides the energy, there was also the intelligence that Shen Yuan was looking forward to.

It's still a top-down view; the adventurers have already begun their journey, leaving this small town on the surface.

Then Shen Yuan found the old man who made the harassing phone calls in the picture.

"That old Deng is got some skills."

In Shen Yuan's eyes, the Earl of Hamlet had become something else entirely.

It is something that is neither human nor human.

Old Deng's transformation even made Shen Yuan feel threatened, not because he was afraid of Old Deng, but because he was afraid of this world.

From various details, Shen Yuan roughly deduced the level of this world: a basic Western fantasy world.

As an evil god, Shen Yuan's existence is a devastating blow to this world.

This is why Shen Yuan dared to voluntarily hand over the contaminated core.

Because Shen Yuan was certain that the people of this world couldn't figure anything out, even if that person was a god.

But in this very world, in a small, remote town, a person emerged who could wield the power of an evil god.

Although Shen Yuan was certain after careful observation that he had just gotten lucky, he was completely wrong.

However, too many blind cats can also kill, especially since Shen Yuan is currently sealed.

What if a 'hero' suddenly appears and strengthens Shen Yuan's seal?

No matter how you put it, it all boils down to one word: "survival."

Shen Yuan did not intend to reveal himself until the seal was completely broken.

Even if it develops to the surface and formally contacts other forces.

Shen Yuan is preparing to put on a disguise for the players.

A pseudonym that people might oppose, but won't immediately start shouting for violence.