The Villain Saint is my secondary account

A merchant whose family fortunes have declined? A fallen nobleman?

Ye Xiao only thought about it casually. He couldn't possibly take care of every local who suddenly appeared on the road. After all, this wasn't an online game where big exclamation marks would pop up above their heads to tell them there was work to be done.

The little girl politely thanked Ye Xiao and Greta, then left with the flowers.

Greta pinned the pale white flower she had bought, of unknown origin, to her hair and admired her own beauty with great interest in the reflection of herself in the shop window.

Ye Xiao originally thought that the other party would say something like the classic line "Am I pretty?", but she didn't expect that after Gladys admired herself for a while, she would take the flower off her head again, put it in her palm, and blow on it.

White petals fluttered down like dancing snowflakes, disappearing around the street corner with the passing autumn wind.

"...What are you doing?"

“Even the most beautiful flowers will eventually wither.” Greta continued walking forward with her hands behind her back. “Once they bloom, their mission is complete.”

"Wow, you're surprisingly poetic." Ye Xiao couldn't help but smile as he looked at the girl's petite figure.

“My cultural level is definitely higher than Gao’s,” Greta Adam retorted, dissatisfied. “You’ve only read books for a few years!”

"Shall we compare?"

"Ha, you think you can challenge me?"

“Okay,” Ye Xiaoqing cleared her throat, “Your delicate charm leans against the east wind, your smooth skin and fragrant bones melt into powder, it’s your turn.”

Although I don't know what level of otherworldly poetry the system will translate this sentence into, it shouldn't be bad.

"...Get lost! I can tell it's copied from your hometown!" Greta reached out her small hand and pinched Ye Xiao's waist.

"Hey, how can you resort to violence when you can't win..."

Ye Xiao wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the little maid's manners seemed to have declined somewhat after spending time with him.

It's strange, I'm not exactly an uncivilized person, look how elegant Ella is.

The two chatted casually as they arrived at Five Fingers Bar. Pushing open the door, they were greeted by familiar, dim lighting and a slightly pungent smell of alcohol.

Ye Xiao walked to the counter, and as usual, placed two silver coins on the bar, then tapped the edge of the table three times. "One... uh... roasted taro, please?"

If I remember correctly, this should be the code left to him by Atolina, the head of the intelligence organization "The One-Finger" whom he met last time.

"You ordered roasted taro at the tavern?" The maid beside her looked puzzled.

"Don't worry about it," Ye Xiao shouted.

That being said, the bartender at the front desk, who was wiping glasses with a cloth using arms as thick as clubs, looked at Ye Xiao with an expression as if he were an idiot. "...Kid, you came here to order grilled taro, are you looking for trouble?"

"No... damn it, isn't it roasted taro?" Ye Xiao looked around; there was no reason he should be wrong. However, several burly men had already stood up from the table and surrounded the front desk with unfriendly expressions, which made him curse again, "What a rip-off!"

"Brothers, this is our guest, our guest." Just then, a slightly languid and mature voice rang in my ears.

Ye Xiao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a dark red coat leaning against the other side of the bar, waving a brass-colored hookah at Ye Xiao as if she had been waiting there for a long time.

Artoria exhaled a faint puff of smoke from her eyes. "What's going on this time, little brother?"

Seeing that their boss seemed to know her, the burly men who had been eager to fight returned to their seats, feeling rather foolish.

"The code you left is really unreliable." Ye Xiao's lips twitched as he brushed away the eyeballs that flew at him. "Is it meant for me to use to summon my fists?"

“I said that was the code for next week,” Artorina chuckled. “But it’s not next week yet, so you just misread it again.”

“…Okay.” Ye Xiao frowned slightly. It seemed to be true, but this guy didn’t give him the code for this week. Wasn’t this just setting him up?

“Why did the little brother bring a cute little maid this time?” Artoria looked at Greta with interest. “Looks like he really is from a wealthy family.”

"Envious, aren't you?" Ye Xiao pointed his thumb at Greta. "If you want to give it to her, you'll have to pay for the packaging yourself."

"Pfft." Artorina chuckled softly.

"Ouch!..." At the same time, Ye Xiao gently slapped away the hand pinching his waist. "Um, let's get down to business, beautiful. I'm planning to go to Stormport, so I'd like to know your contact information for that area."

Artorina gently waved her pipe, and a wisp of smoke formed a palm shape and floated through the air. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the shelf behind the bartender and swayed as she handed it to Ye Xiao.

"promise."

"So agreeable?" Ye Xiao was somewhat surprised.

“Why would we refuse a customer’s contact information?” Artorina smiled. “But if you feel indebted, you can help us with a task.”

"Can't you just tell me what you want me to do?" Ye Xiao pouted and uncorked the bottle. "If you don't help, you'll definitely give me the wrong code again."

"Don't think so badly of your sister, it was really just something I did on a whim." Artorina waved her pipe again, this time the smoke forming a hand that grabbed a scroll. "It's fine if you don't want to."

Ye Xiao glanced at it and saw a brown-haired little girl wearing a burgundy dress.

Hmm... It can't be that coincidental...

Despite Ye Xiao’s efforts to find differences in the portrait, he still had to admit that it was the same child who had sold him flowers earlier.

"Ahem, I don't have time to be a babysitter." Ye Xiao decisively rolled up the scroll; as long as she didn't look at it, there wouldn't be any extra trouble.

"A nanny?" Artoria feigned surprise, a hint of cunning in her deep purple eyes. "Little brother, are you mistaken? We only take on assassination missions."

"..."

Ye Xiao remained silent for a while.

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t accept it,” Artorina smiled, summoning a puff of smoke as she gently picked up the scroll from the table. “As my sister just said, it was just something I picked up on the spur of the moment.”

The smoke, carrying the scroll, slowly left the table, but was caught by Ye Xiao's large hand just as it was about to fly back.

Seeing Artorina's upturned lips, Ye Xiao knew he had been tricked by this guy.

"Tch, and you still say you're not a good person." Even the simple-minded maid standing to the side couldn't resist mocking her.

"You owe me a favor," Ye Xiao said fiercely.

Artorina winked. "After it's done, you may do as you please."

Chapter 72 Cerberus

Ye Xiao left Five Fingers Bar looking annoyed.

Artoria's meaning was quite clear: someone wanted to kill the girl in the portrait, but perhaps due to Artoria's position or some other reason, she couldn't protect the girl.

So she directly shifted the blame to Ye Xiao, because she judged that Ye Xiao was the kind of person who would take the initiative to save a little girl if he knew she was about to be killed, and she also knew that Ye Xiao had the ability to do so.

Ye Xiao immediately saw through Artorina's undisguised intentions.

So he was very annoyed because he really couldn't convince himself not to care, to let a little girl be murdered like that.

Even though Artoria promised that she would owe Ye Xiao a favor if he helped her, the feeling of being openly schemed against was still very unpleasant.

The wretched little maid covered her mouth and laughed beside her, "What a kind person, hee hee, what a kind person."

Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Xiao put the scroll inside her clothes, pinched Greta's cheek, and said, "Okay, okay, stop yelling."

"Mmm!" Greta immediately grabbed Ye Xiao's finger and took a small bite.

"Ouch..." Ye Xiao reflexively pulled his hand back and cried out, but it didn't seem to hurt that much.

"Don't touch my face!" the little maid said angrily.

Ye Xiao found it somewhat amusing, "Then where can I touch?"

“Hmm…” Greta tilted her head back slightly and thought for a moment, “Touching her head is fine.”

"You're actually thinking about your answer seriously?" Ye Xiao said in surprise. Then he tentatively placed his hand on Greta's pink and white hair and ruffled it. The soft and fluffy texture felt quite nice. "But is it really okay?"

Greta squinted, looking like a cat in a state of blissful contentment.

But this state only lasted for three seconds. After three seconds, she immediately grabbed Ye Xiao's hand and bit it, saying, "What are you thinking? Of course not!"

"Ouch!" Ye Xiao didn't understand why he was being bitten too. "You broke your promise!"

“Who told you to believe the devil’s words?” Greta crossed her arms.

“Okay, my question.” Ye Xiao shrugged, then glanced around the street again. “Are we just going to look for that little girl like this? Do you have any ancient, awesome magic that can help us find her?”

“What is ‘awesome magic’?” Greta frowned slightly. “I’m not a divination mage, so I don’t have that kind of convenient way to search for magic… But I can ask my men to help me look for it.”

"Your men? Those little devils?"

“They are… oh, no, they are Lord Mammon’s men. I just need to ask them for help.” Greta seemed to remember something, added a meaningless patch, and then pulled Ye Xiao into an alley.

Then she opened her arms, ready to unleash her summons in the shadows of the alley.

"Summoning so casually, I've seen other sorcerers chant a whole string of incantations," Ye Xiao teased deliberately.

"You're so annoying." Greta pouted, mumbled a few self-made incantations to Ye Xiao, and then casually launched the summon.

This guy is still so persistent. Ye Xiao chuckled to himself.

But it's understandable. If she admitted that she was the real Demon God, wouldn't she lose all her authority in front of Ye Xiao? Claiming that she was his subordinate was her last act of defiance.

A three-headed, dark red hunting dog peeked out from the shadows. All three heads had ferocious faces and fierce eyes, with molten liquid dripping from their jagged, sharp fangs.

"Oh my, you're in charge of this too?" Ye Xiao exclaimed in surprise.

Although it was much smaller, he had seen murals of Cerberus in this world in his previous life in some ruins that depicted hellish mythology, a colossal monster guarding a huge gate.

"What, you've seen it before?" Greta waved her hand, and the three-headed dog, which had been looking fierce just moments before, immediately sat obediently on the ground, its tongue lolling out as if waiting for its master to feed it. "Don't worry, this is just a projection. The real thing has divinity and cannot come to the real world."

"I've seen the mural that looked like the last second, but I've never seen this three-headed pug before," Ye Xiao complained.

"Kid, watch your words." One of the three heads on the three-headed dog suddenly stared at Ye Xiao and spoke fiercely.

"Holy crap!" Ye Xiao exclaimed in surprise, "It can actually talk!"

Greta glanced at Ye Xiao with an eye that looked at a country bumpkin, and held out her palm. "Show him the scroll."

Ye Xiao took out a scroll from his pocket and handed it to Greta. "Will these three heads fight? I mean, what if the number one head disagrees with the number two head's opinion?"

"How dare you! We are of one mind and body, how could we engage in such foolish disputes?" The hellhound's voice sounded like a male host with a bass microphone turned up.

"To be honest, I think you're the most handsome of the three heads," Ye Xiao said, pointing to the middle head of the three-headed dog. "You're both majestic and dashing."

"At least you have some sense." "Kid, what do you mean? Am I not handsome enough?" "Nonsense, kid, I suggest you reconsider your words." "There's no need for us to compete." "Of course not, you're not the one being belittled." "Woof! How can it compare to my majesty!" "Woof!" "What are you barking about?!" "Woof woof!" "I've been wanting to get back at you for a while now, woof!" "Woof woof woof!"

Seeing the three hellhounds wrestling together, Greta really wanted to kick Ye Xiao; she felt that this guy was the real dog.

Then, Greta's face darkened, and she said in a low voice, "Keep quiet."

The three-headed dog immediately resumed its obedient stance like a pug, except that a few dark red dog hairs fluttered in the air like willow catkins.

Greta unfurled the scroll before the three-headed dog. "Do you see the person in this portrait? Find her for me."

"Owner……"

"What, you don't understand?"

"Ming...understand!"

"Then go quickly."

“But…” the three-headed dog said weakly, “If it’s tracking by scent, that’s fine, but if it’s based on a portrait…”

“Our eyesight isn’t very good…” another head added weakly.

Indeed, Cerberus is right; dogs seem to be naturally nearsighted.

Although she understood the principle, for some reason, Ye Xiao suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Ha!" The laughter was so fierce that even when he hurriedly covered his mouth, he almost couldn't stop the sound that twitched out of his throat.

The maid turned around and her gaze was so intense it could kill.

"I...we can take the scroll to the Dark Owls, they have good eyesight!" Fortunately, a dog-headed creature came up with a solution in time, otherwise Ye Xiaozhen might not be able to guarantee that Greta would have dog meat as an extra meal tonight, given Greta's temper.

"Then hurry up and go." The little maid was practically gritting her teeth. Although it was easy to tell that she was very angry, her cute face still looked somewhat adorable.

No wonder she wore a mask before, this girl is just too adorable, hahaha. Ye Xiao laughed to himself, completely lacking in manners.

Chapter Seventy-Three Unlucky Guy

Ye Xiao didn't know what "Dark Owl" looked like. He and Greta were just strolling around the streets when they soon heard the maid say that the girl had been found.

Following the direction pointed out by the little maid, the two turned through several streets and soon saw a restaurant entrance where a little girl was selling colorful flowers to passersby.

The basket was full of flowers, much like when Ye Xiao first met the little girl. It seemed she hadn't been able to sell many flowers in the past few days.

But... now that we've found it, what should we do next?

Atorina didn't say how many people would make their move or when, so Ye Xiao could only lean against the wall and silently watch the little girl sell flowers.