The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"How many of these statues do you have? I'd like to buy a few more." Ye Xiao stretched out his arms and made a large gesture.

"Well, one statue should be enough."

"Are there any made of gold? My friend said the one he bought was cast in gold."

"This..." The black-robed man's gaze lingered on Ye Xiao, a hint of wariness creeping in. "That kind of thing doesn't come cheap, friend, you're just a servant..."

Ye Xiao flicked his spatial ring, and a cloth bag stuffed with gold coins appeared in his hand—he had collected Ella's weekly allowance here.

The next second, the sound of the man in black swallowing saliva was so loud that even Ye Xiao could hear it.

Ye Xiao put the money pouch back, leaving a gleaming gold coin in the black-robed man's hand, and took the opportunity to put his arm around the man's shoulder with his other hand. "Master, money is no problem. Please take this tip as a token of my respect."

"You're out there attracting customers and taking risks, going through all that trouble to sell them one by one. Why not just make a big profit in one go?"

The man in black robes picked up the gold coins and nodded involuntarily.

Although customers who can afford expensive statues have other channels that he, a nobody, is not responsible for, it would be good to have finally encountered a hidden big customer and make a fortune through this generous client.

However, he still couldn't understand why this servant wanted to buy so many statues...

“Besides myself, I also want to buy such statues for some of my close friends and family. Moreover, I have many houses, and each house has so many rooms, so placing only one statue might not be enough to take care of them all. Considering that you introduced me to the channels, this gold coin is my way of showing my respect to you…” Ye Xiao said, stuffing another gold coin into the black-robed man’s hand.

The man in black robes looked at the gold coins that were gradually filling his palm and thought to himself, "Who cares why? Only a fool wouldn't make money like this."

Ye Xiao put his arm around the black-robed charlatan, whispering as he kept stuffing gold coins into the man's hand, managing to turn all the black-robed man's doubts into trust with money.

Unfortunately, Ye Xiao didn't know any charm spells, so he could only use some external items to achieve a similar effect.

The man in black robes, clutching his bulging pockets, led Ye Xiao out of the main hall and up a flight of stairs until they reached a private room.

The private rooms here are even more luxurious than those on the lower level. They even have complex security arrays built along the door frames with mithril and gray gold, and there are servants standing at the door, ready to provide services to the people inside the rooms at any time.

The charlatan nodded to the attendant at the door and took out a scroll. The attendant took the scroll and placed it against the magic circle by the door. A burst of azure light flowed along the lines of the magic circle, and with a soft sound, the door slowly opened to the side.

Inside the room, a figure dressed in a dark blue aristocratic gown sat on a velvet sofa with her back to the two people, watching the gladiators fight outside the viewing platform. She turned her head slightly after hearing the door open.

Standing quietly beside her was a man in a white suit. Both of them wore white masks with intricate patterns, the edges of which were covered with thick, dark black gauze that reached their shoulders, so much so that Ye Xiao couldn't even tell what the other's hairstyle or hair color was. They looked like two costumed dolls completely shrouded in gorgeous outer garments.

The two people's unique attire reminded Ye Xiao of a notorious player guild from his previous life.

It was a society rather than a "guild" because they were not a publicly known organized system. Their members were actually scattered across different guild groups, and they would only wear such flashy but unrecognizable disguises when acting as members of the society.

On either side of the room stood two people who looked like black-robed charlatans, their faces covered by hoods and cloaks. They stood up at the same time as Ye Xiao entered the room and came up to surround him.

"Who gave you permission to bring outsiders in?" This time, it was the black-robed man in the room who spoke, his voice as hoarse and deep as ever, clearly using the same spell to alter his tone, but this time his status was obviously higher.

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Simple Test

“This is a big client, High Priest,” the black-robed charlatan said hurriedly, trembling. “He has a lot of gold coins and wants to commission a gilded statue of an apostle.”

The chains formed by the black mist suddenly rose from the ground, wrapping around the black-robed charlatan who was leading Ye Xiao, and slamming him to the ground like heavy shackles.

"Tuta, you don't actually think you can overstep your bounds in front of the adults by using such petty tricks, do you?" Clearly, the sorcerer in the private room was not satisfied with the actions of his subordinate named Tuta.

So he was a sorcerer.

After seeing the spell filled with dark energy, Ye Xiao immediately realized the opponent's class.

These are sorcerers who specialize in casting contract spells by making pacts with high-ranking beings and then using their bestowed abilities. Because their pacts are often with demons, undead, or other races of a chaotic nature, they are called sorcerers.

However, Ye Xiao had already guessed it when he saw them worshipping the demon statue.

“Priest…you’ve misunderstood. How could I possibly think that way…he really is a big client…” Tuta, the older brother who was leading Ye Xiao, was choked by the black mist that rose to his chest, and he let out intermittent gasps.

At the same time, a clinking sound rang out from the sorcerer's bulging pockets, and several gold coins rolled onto the floor.

"Heh, it seems that's true." A soft laugh rang out, and a hand wrapped in bandages emerged from the cloak of the leader in black robes. The gold coins rolling on the ground were controlled by an invisible force and floated into the air. "How ironic, the worshippers of greed couldn't resist the temptation of greed."

However, despite his words, the black mist that bound Tuta like shackles returned to the ground. Even so, Tuta dared not get up and continued to maintain his respectful attitude by prostrating himself on the ground.

"So, what exactly do you want to talk to us about, sir... 'Rich Man'?" The black-robed leader then looked at Ye Xiao, who was surrounded by others. His sarcastic tone clearly showed his disdain for Ye Xiao's claim that he "only wanted to buy the statue."

Ye Xiao's gaze, however, bypassed the aggressive man in black robes and went to the two ornately dressed "dolls" behind them who had ignored them from beginning to end.

The black-robed leader seemed to be in charge of the conversation, but the two nobles who looked like background figures were actually the ones in charge.

"I advise you not to have any unnecessary thoughts." The man in black robes also saw through Ye Xiao's idea and stepped in front of Ye Xiao to block his way.

Looking at the figure as dark as an abyss, Ye Xiao said helplessly, "Dude, you'd better save your energy. You can't stop me."

The man in black robes was stunned for a moment, then his anger flared up: "You're courting death!?"

The bandaged hand, wreathed in eerie green flames, reached straight for Ye Xiao's chest, towards his heart.

"Alright." A young, innocent voice interrupted the black-robed leader's attack.

As if a pause button had been pressed, the hand that was five centimeters away from piercing Ye Xiao's chest immediately stopped.

But the black-robed sorcerer felt no excitement at the impending slaying of his enemy; instead, he was covered in a cold sweat, because the instant he made his move, a knife was already pressed against his throat without him even realizing it.

Unlike the hand that was still five centimeters away, the tip of the knife was already in close contact with the skin on his throat. With just a gentle push, Ye Xiao could send him to hell.

Ye Xiao put the knife he had taken out of his spatial ring back into its scabbard, which he had also brought out with the same spatial ring, and shrugged. "Why bother?"

Even after Ye Xiao withdrew his sword, the black-robed sorcerer, whose hands trembled with rage, dared not take another step forward. He extinguished the green flames burning in his hand, clenched his fists, and stood silently to the side.

The man in the white suit turned around, his hands behind his back, his eyes behind the exquisite mask seeming to be sizing up Ye Xiao: "State your purpose, swordsman."

Ye Xiao stared at the back of the noble girl sitting on the sofa wearing a mask, but remained silent.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a slightly awkward silence.

"I'm asking why you've come...?" The usually calm and childish voice now carried a hint of emphasis.

"Ah, oh, so it was you who was speaking. Sorry." Ye Xiao scratched his head. "Excuse me, your voice... Hehe, I thought it was the person on the sofa. I was wondering why she was talking without turning around."

“If you continue to try to provoke me with these petty tricks,” the man in the suit said, his youthful voice somewhat at odds with his tall, thin frame, “I assure you, you will regret it.”

"Sorry, it was my mistake." Ye Xiao sincerely admitted her mistake. "When will that judge turn around? My singing is a bit awful, so please don't force me."

"You seem to be unable to understand me?"

"Oh, you seem to have understood what I said?" Ye Xiao smiled. If the other party could understand the reference to Blue Star, then it seems that he is indeed not a native of this other world.

The other party was dressed like that, clearly unwilling to reveal their identity, but Ye Xiao tricked them into revealing their player identity in just a few words.

That basically confirms that these people are the prototype of the player guild from the previous life.

The next second, the air fell into an eerie silence.

This time, however, a chilling aura was brewing within it.

The man in the suit visibly paused for a moment, then seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately waved his hand.

Once his identity as a player was exposed, he immediately decided to silence Ye Xiao.

The four black-robed sorcerers simultaneously revealed their bandaged arms, and dark energy immediately began to brew between their hands clasped together at their chests, instantly filling the private room with destructive power.

However, two cold glints had already pierced through the throats of the four people before the spells they were charging up in their hands could be cast.

"With just one sentence, he tricked the player into revealing his identity, causing the four mages and swordsmen to get close. When the swordsman was already close, he held back his damage spells instead of using crowd control spells first."

The skill level of players in the early stages of the Great Transmigration game was really too low.

Ye Xiao didn't say the last sentence, since it contained some unnecessary information.

He sighed, and at the same time, the four black-robed sorcerers surrounding him also fell to their deaths.

Excluding Mr. Tuta, who was still trembling on the ground, the threat posed by three skilled and one proficient sorcerers to Ye Xiao was indeed rather low.

Crispy is crispy. If everyone kept their distance and kited, Ye Xiao might have a bit of a headache, but to show his imposing presence, they all ran in his face—to be honest, when the black-robed leader entered and released the black mist spell to reveal his strength, he almost couldn't suppress his player instincts and started hacking away.

Nothing feels better than unleashing an AoE attack on a bunch of fragile mobs huddled together.

For a swordsman, such an experience is especially precious.

The man in the masked suit was still trying to appear calm, but his trembling legs said it all.

With players who have only been in the game for a little over a week, those who can rival Ye Xiao are extremely rare.

"Spare his life. I need someone to run errands for me among you otherworldly visitors."

A voice, calm yet melodious like a deep valley pool, rang out. This time, the noble girl sitting on the sofa finally spoke.

"Not bad, it seems my performance was worth a turn." Ye Xiao lightly leaped over the pool of blood on the ground. "Sparing his life is no problem, but are you sure you don't need me to spare your life as well?"

“Kill me, and you'll lose your purpose for coming here.” The girl tilted her head slightly, her gaze towards Ye Xiao seemingly filled with more curiosity than fear.

“You’re right, and besides, I never try to fight a battle I can’t win.” Ye Xiao said, and then sheathed his sword.

The four black-robed sorcerers directly revealed their strength, while the masked man revealed his player identity, allowing him to quickly assess the difference in combat power.

But the man before him spoke calmly, his true intentions hidden deep within, something he couldn't yet discern. Since he didn't know whether he could win a fight, he could only try to talk.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Original Sin Witch

The girl seemed to smile, but that was just Ye Xiao's guess, since he couldn't see her expression behind the mask.

The girl turned her head back and gently patted the empty seat on the sofa next to her. "Let's sit down and talk."

Ye Xiao didn't stand on ceremony and walked straight over to sit down on the sofa.

It must be said that the view from this observation deck is indeed excellent, offering a panoramic view of the entire Colosseum.

Almost all the challengers on the arena had been slaughtered by the manticore, leaving only the big guy "The Lonely Thompson" and a pair of twins still covered in blood, wandering around the monster.

However, those three looked to be at their last gasp, and they would probably soon become part of the pile of severed limbs on the ground.

The scene in the surrounding stands was even more lively. The wealthy merchants and nobles, who were usually well-dressed and elegant, were all red-faced and roaring at the ring, their faces contorted and their hands gesticulating wildly.

"You're sitting on this platform just to see this?" Ye Xiao turned his gaze to the girl beside him.

"Don't you think...it's beautiful?" As you get closer, the girl's voice, like a deep valley pool, becomes even more captivating, like an invisible whirlpool slowly drawing in the listener's mind, "Strip away the cloak of pretense, reveal undisguised greed."

But what attracted Ye Xiao's attention more than the voice was the silver ring on the girl's silk lace gloves.

There was a miniature double-headed eagle on it. Although small, it was very detailed. The outlines of each feather were distinct, and the two pairs of lifelike vertical pupils seemed to be able to see through people's souls.

Ye Xiao memorized the uniquely shaped ring, knowing he might need Freya's extensive religious knowledge to answer it later.

"I'm rather uncouth, I can't appreciate that."

"It's alright. Just like you like my apostle's statue, not everyone's tastes can be appreciated."

Ye Xiao didn't expect to be rebuffed by the trash talk he had just said.

However, he keenly noticed the extra information in the sentence: "...your apostle?"

The girl casually shook her finger, and a blood-red six-pointed star appeared on the floor, instantly filling the air with an evil and gloomy aura.

Black mist appeared out of nowhere and rose from the magic circle on the floor, as if opening the gate to the abyss. A strong arm, as big as a bear's claw, suddenly rose up and grabbed the edge of the magic circle.

With that hand emerged a short, thin figure, whose dark red skin and menacing horns on his forehead clearly identified him as the summoned one.

The bizarre-looking demon emerged from the swirling black mist and knelt before the girl on the sofa with utmost respect.

"Since you like it, let it stay with you." The girl waved her hand, and the orange-yellow pupils of the demon kneeling on the ground darted around in its dark sclera, fixing its gaze on Ye Xiao.

Now it was Ye Xiao's turn to lose his composure.

Having already developed a rudimentary foundation in magic, he realized that the magic array did not appear to be a contract spell.

Such methods of ordering and commanding demons are definitely not those of a sorcerer—and probably don't even belong to the realm of humans.

"Ha, I appreciate your kindness." However, Ye Xiao, who had been through many storms, remained calm, since the other party did not seem to have any intention to kill. "But those that can move look a bit disgusting, so I'll pass."

Of course, if the other side really intends to kill, then don't blame Ye Xiao for performing a deus ex machina. They're all in the imperial city; it's only a few steps for Ella to get there.

"That's a real shame. What do you crave?"

“Abbott Phil, I just want to know where this gentleman is.” Ye Xiao reported the owner of the poor house in the settlement where the demon statue was first found.

"Hmm, an unfamiliar name. I'm afraid those who know him are already lying on the ground over there." The girl waved her hand.

"My lord, I...I know..."

Just then, a trembling voice interrupted their conversation.

It turned out to be Tuta, the black-robed sorcerer who had been lying motionless on the ground out of fear. He tentatively raised his head and looked at the two people talking on the sofa.

Ah, so this guy knew all along... Ye Xiao was speechless, but it wasn't a complete waste of effort to find out that there was a big fish hidden here by following the clues. It was just a strange feeling, like you only find out where the princess is after you've reached the final boss.

The girl turned her head slightly and nodded in acknowledgment.