My older sister is a villainous rich girl

“I can,” he said.

The scarred man turned his head slightly in surprise to look at him.

After a moment of silence, the scarred man hesitated and said, "Let's wait and see... maybe there's still a chance."

If one were not facing certain death, who would willingly give up a career they have worked hard for for over a decade?

“These days, it’s not easy for us ants to accumulate a fortune,” he sighed. “A big shot can just stomp his foot, but for us it’s like an earthquake.”

"If I had moved to another place and missed the best opportunity, I might never have reached my current social class."

Such thoughts may seem discouraging, but he has come to a very clear understanding of this over the years.

When I was young, I was fearless and thought that I could do anything as long as I wanted to... But after I matured in dealing with people, I realized that it's not enough to just have determination and ability to do anything well. Sometimes someone becomes successful simply because they are lucky at the moment.

“There’s nothing wrong with living an ordinary life,” Potter simply said.

“That kind of life might be good, but I’m not content with it.” The scarred man straightened his back. “Forget it, I won’t take these kinds of jobs anymore.”

“Besides us, more and more people are eyeing the ‘pigman’ title… But that’s not surprising. In the capital, is there anyone more suitable to be a scapegoat than that monster from the legends?” The scarred man laughed as he spoke.

"It seems there are still too many smart people in this world," he said casually.

……

The number of victims in the "pig-man" case increased the following day.

"I heard they were a very loving couple... When the husband saw his wife's body, he fainted on the spot." The students whispered among themselves in the school.

"...How pitiful."

Many people looked on with sympathy and regret.

"Lord Bulwer had already mobilized a large number of people to investigate, but he was delayed due to punishment. I wonder if Mr. Simon, who just took over, will be able to catch that 'pig-man'," someone said angrily. "Once we catch him, we must torture him with the cruelest punishments, and then let the Church judge his soul!"

Wayne silently closed the book and left the classroom.

He suddenly didn't know what expression he should wear when facing these bystanders who didn't know the truth.

But do they all show compassion for the weak?

Should we join them in their righteous indignation?

What's the use?

The new victim was hastily stuffed into the same cloth bag he had seen last night and was discovered by passersby this morning.

She is not the first, and she probably won't be the last.

How many other people, like her, were not killed by "pig people" but were cruelly murdered in their name?

Could the city guards, who have always been incompetent and lazy, possibly find out about something like this?

He frowned and couldn't help but rub his temples.

He lay sprawled along the edge of the corridor, and the expansive view did nothing to improve his mood; on the contrary, the sky, covered by thick clouds, made him feel oppressed.

Not long after, a slight sensation came from the side, and someone else leaned against the fence just like him.

“Wien”.

It's Chris.

At times like these, she usually chooses to get along well with her girlfriends and has no interest in paying attention to herself.

Wayne responded with a slightly low voice.

"Ah."

"Did something unpleasant happen today?" she asked abruptly.

Wayne paused.

After a moment of silence, he finally hummed in agreement.

He didn't want to suppress his disappointment at that moment, and in fact, he couldn't suppress it at all.

Chris handed over the dessert box she was holding.

"Want some? Scientific research shows that eating sweets can effectively relieve a low mood—" she said seriously.

"No, it'll make me fat." Wayne refused in a second.

"..."

Chris's words caught in her throat.

After a long pause, she finally said, somewhat annoyed, "Fine, I was too hasty."

As she was about to take back the dessert box and return to the classroom, Wayne hugged her from behind.

"Hey!"

For a moment, Chris panicked.

With people coming and going in the corridor, all sorts of rumors are about to start spreading like wildfire again.

Although her relationship with Wayne is basically common knowledge, that doesn't mean she likes everyone around her making fun of her personal relationship!

"Just let me hug you," Wayne said sullenly from behind.

For some reason, Chris suddenly softened when she heard his seemingly dejected tone.

"...Well, since you're clearly unhappy, this will be the only time," she said, a little embarrassed.

As expected, their actions were noticed by the other students.

It's hard not to notice two people of that size sitting on one side of the corridor.

Passersby couldn't help but cast meaningful glances at the two of them. For Chris, the short moment felt like an eternity.

Finally, Wayne let her go.

"That's enough. I think I've found the motivation to keep going again," he said.

"...Don't talk like you're saving the world all by yourself behind the scenes," Chris retorted instinctively.

Wayne laughed.

Chapter 460 Another Meeting with Herbert

"Chris, I have a question for you."

After a brief adjustment of his mood, Wayne successfully regained his usual energy.

"Ok?"

She wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Since so many people have already seen it, a little longer won't make a difference.

Wayne said softly, "If you had the ability to make the world a better place, but you would lose something in the process, would you do it?"

Why is it that, whether as Wayne or as Echo, one is inevitably constrained when dealing with problems?

Wayne had thought about this question seriously.

Later, he figured it out.

That's probably because they're too afraid of losing what they have.

Whether one wants to make gentle improvements or maintain the status quo, it all boils down to being satisfied with one's current life.

If the commotion gets too big, it could trigger a chain reaction that's beyond one's control. At that point, one might no longer be able to live as freely as they do now.

Chris paused upon hearing his slightly odd question.

"For me," she hesitated for a moment, "it probably depends on what I'm losing for it."

She suddenly joked, "For example, if Wayne had to be sacrificed for some strange reason like 'world peace'... I definitely wouldn't agree, no matter what the consequences."

When she said this, her tone was extremely natural.

Perhaps it was precisely because it was said in a joking tone that people felt its unwavering determination even more.

"Chris, have you been secretly studying the script and lines lately?" Wayne couldn't help but ask.

My rank has risen significantly.

Chris's expression immediately turned awkward. Finally, she couldn't help but glare at him and angrily went back to the classroom.

Silently watching her figure disappear through the classroom door, Wayne shook his head helplessly.

Even Chris seems to be much more resolute than I am.

Well then, I'll just consider myself a member of this special operations team, making a rare contribution to the city guard.

……

then--

In the already tense capital city, one crisis after another has arisen.

This time, the explosive news is finally something to be happy about.

Because—the “pigman” was caught.

It is said that Miss Echo, who belongs to the Red Rose Squad of the City Guard, has been investigating clues about the pigmen. She has been staking out and patrolling countless blocks, and finally caught the murderer who came to dump the body on the spot on a dark and windy night.

Even though it was only Aikos who was acting the whole time, the people talking about it were all excited as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

"Let me tell you, Lady Aikos pursues justice and once swore to kill all the evil people in the world, which is why she went to such great lengths to bring the murderer to justice this time!" One person spat out words, his impassioned expression full of admiration.

Good heavens, how come I didn't know about the oath I made myself?

Sitting in a corner of the hotel, Wayne listened to the conversation of those people with great silence.

"And, and... I heard she's one of the most beautiful women in the world..." The conversation veered off course.

Several black lines appeared on Wayne's forehead.

Across from him, Herbert listened with trepidation, unable to sit still.

“If you don’t follow my instructions and continue to go out at night like you always do, you might be the one getting caught this time,” Wayne said calmly.

At this moment, Herbert no longer disguised himself as a pigman, but instead revealed his handsome face.

Women who occasionally noticed Herbert's true appearance couldn't help but be amazed, and some even came over to talk to him.

However, they were all chased away by Herbert with a look of disgust.

Realizing that what this person said was absolutely correct, Herbert couldn't help but give a wry smile.

“I hate talking to people who are similar to me just because of their appearance,” he said in a low voice.

"So, I hardly go out during the day and only eat two meals a day, relying entirely on the restaurant to deliver the food to my room."

"To me, I'm just a traveler who came here to relax. I'll probably leave soon to travel to other places. I never expected that a spur-of-the-moment decision would cause so much trouble."

He sighed softly.

"Fortunately, the real culprit has been caught..." Herbert then asked tentatively, "Does that Lady Exos have any connection with you?"

Wayne replied coldly, "That's not your concern."

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Herbert immediately apologized, using the act of drinking to mask his panic.

He hadn't forgotten that this "hero" wasn't exactly kind; he had simply relaxed his guard for a moment.

With one hand resting on the table, Wayne casually tapped the surface, his brown eyes beneath the mask fixed on Herbert, seemingly deep in thought.

Herbert's drinking movements became increasingly stiff, and he gradually stopped even daring to breathe.

What should I do... Could this "hero" also be eyeing my good looks?

Oh! My life, Herbert, is so miserable!

Seeing him curl up like a frightened quail, Wayne couldn't help but frown.

"You are a bard?" he asked slowly.

“Yes,” Herbert answered weakly.

"You haven't learned anything about your ancestors' knowledge of pharmacology?"