Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

“You look surprised. If it weren’t for his background, his position would be even higher. The military is holding onto his file for this reason. On the one hand, there is dissatisfaction among some officers, and on the other hand, in a country that values ​​lineage, it is already a great deal of leniency to have O’Sullivan sit in the position of colonel.”

Lu Ye felt something explode in her mind.

He had felt a sense of unease ever since he was on the training field.

No wonder so many people look down on the colonel, and even those of lower rank dare to ridicule him.

It wasn't just because of his loss of power and factional struggles, but most importantly, it was due to his identity.

slave.

Collar.

A girl stranded on a deserted island.

With a boy who looks like her.

It turned out to be the case.

My stomach seemed to be churning, and I felt waves of cramping pain.

--how so?

It must be my imagination.

Lu Ye shifted his gaze to Violet.

The latter was obediently holding a teacup, watching the tea leaves unfurl at the bottom, completely ignoring Lu Ye's conversation with the captain.

In her view, she was just taking her "little dog" for a walk.

After saying goodbye to Captain Fielding, Lu Ye boarded the carriage bound for Green Manor.

Lu Ye's feelings were complicated.

To be honest, he didn't even care about the collar anymore.

Violet.

"I'm here."

Under the calm gaze of the girl.

Lu Ye opened her mouth, then swallowed the words that were about to come out.

"Let's go to a night market for barbecue tonight."

He said that.

Rain was still falling from the sky.

Lu Ye looked up, feeling utterly miserable.

Chapter 72 Cliff's Fairness

However, Lu Ye quickly composed himself.

Just pretend you didn't hear those words.

After a three-hour drive, he arrived at Linger Manor.

This used to be a plantation, but now it's abandoned.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and it was clear that no one had ever taken care of it. The stables and sheds had been abandoned for a long time.

In the center of this wasteland stands a Western-style building.

Its clean exterior clashes with the wasteland, making it look more like a haunted house.

Standing in front of the gate, Lu Ye thought for a moment and withdrew his hand from knocking.

"Violet, may I ask you to stay upstairs?"

Lu Ye pointed to the rain shelter at the main entrance.

"That guy might have a bad reaction when he sees you... You can also protect me from above."

“Okay.” Violet nodded.

She didn't really understand the first half of the sentence; her focus shifted entirely to the second half.

Lu Ye knocked on the door and waited for a full three minutes before the door of the mansion opened a crack.

An old face peeked out from behind the iron gate.

"May I ask who you are...?"

"I've come to visit Ancher Cliff. Is he home?"

"Not here, please leave."

Just as the old man was about to close the door, Lu Ye reached out and grabbed the door frame.

"Osinlid, do you know that name?"

The old man's body trembled violently.

What do you want to do?

"Old man, I mean no harm, I'm just looking for a key."

"key?"

"Yes, the Cliff family used to have a very sturdy collar made, right? I'd like to buy a key to it."

After saying that, Lu Ye leaned against the stone steps, looking like he wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted.

"You wait."

After thinking for a few seconds, the old man slipped into the house.

A moment later, the main gate opened a crack again, and that wrinkled face peeked out.

"We have the key, and here's the price."

He made a gesture, holding up three fingers.

"three hundred?"

The old man shook his head.

"Three thousand?" Lu Ye frowned.

"It's 30,000. We won't sell it to you for less than that," the old man said.

"Thirty thousand? Why don't you just rob someone?"

An unnamed anger rose in Lu Ye's heart.

"You poor idiot, that kind of collar cost 100,000 back then. If you can't afford it, don't buy it. Alright, get out of here!"

Lu Ye couldn't hold back any longer.

Although his education included the principle of "respecting the elderly and caring for the young," Lao Bapi was not among those who followed it.

He pressed the old man's head down with one hand and suddenly pulled the door open with the other.

The old man's neck was suddenly caught in the door crack, making a clicking sound as if phlegm was churning in his throat.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"Stop pretending, I didn't use any force at all. You were only slightly stuck, so you shouldn't even feel any pain!"

Lu Ye seemed a little impatient. "Where's Anchel Cliff? Tell him to come out!"

At that moment, a young male voice came from behind the door.

“I’m right by the door. Please let my butler go, sir. It’s not a good habit to be so rude to an old man.”

Lu Ye released his grip, and the door opened completely.

A young man wearing a bathrobe and with severe dark circles under his eyes came into view.

“Mr. Cliff, I need a key,” Lu Ye said bluntly.

"Where did you buy the slave? That stuff isn't popular anymore. After the new regulations came out, most of the slaves in Leiden redeemed themselves."

"You don't need to worry about that. You can give a reasonable price; 30,000 is too high."

"Okay, take it."

The young man readily handed over a finely crafted brass key.

But as Lu Ye gripped the front of the key, a hard gun barrel was pressed against his chest.

"No need for money, just pay with your life." A ruthless glint flashed in Cliff's eyes. "That price is reasonable."

"Then shoot."

"What did you say?"

Contrary to Cliff's expectations, Luye showed no fear whatsoever.

This made him suspect that Lu Ye might have some kind of weapon, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

"I said, even if you shoot first, I can still kill you first."

Lu Ye remained expressionless, his eyes indifferent.

He had been in a bad mood ever since he left the captain's house.

So much so that when someone points a gun at you, even the fear disappears, replaced by rising anger.

Cliff's face darkened.

The two sides were less than a meter apart. Is there anything in the world faster than a bullet?

Without hesitation, Cliff pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out across the desolate manor.

Luye remained expressionless, while Cliff stared in disbelief at his right shoulder.

The bullet tore through his muscle, blood stained his bathrobe, but the revolver remained in his right hand.

He fired his gun, but the bullet struck his own body instead...