The Villain Saint is my secondary account

As Ye Xiao continued deeper into the winding path, a patch of wasteland, standing out somewhat abruptly amidst the lush green forest, finally came into view.

The wasteland is dotted with raised loess slopes, and near the edge of the woods, there is a dilapidated wooden house.

The owl howled as it landed on the roof of the cabin, but after a short while, it flew up again and circled in the air.

“‘It’s gone,’ it said softly to Ye Xiao.”

"Gone?" Ye Xiao dismounted, his eyes filled with confusion.

“It must be referring to that big guy.” The maid also jumped off her horse. “According to Dark Owl, he was recuperating in this room.”

"Where did that black bird go?" Ye Xiao continued to ask as he slowly walked to the low wooden house and pushed open the mottled door.

Accompanied by a grating, screeching sound, the dust-covered room was empty.

The room was very basic, with only a wooden bed covered with a thin layer of cotton wool in the corner.

The cotton quilts on the bed were still stained with blood, but they looked like they had dried for a while.

“It doesn’t know.” The little maid shook her head as she stood at the door.

The not-so-clean room was not something the tidy maid wanted to go near.

"Um……"

Ye Xiao surveyed the room. "Although it wasn't very tidy, it wasn't particularly messy, and there were no signs of damage. Given that guy's size, he probably left on his own."

"There's a whiter patch near the corner than the rest of the wall. Is that where you usually put something?"

“Shovel, that’s what Dark Owl told you.” Greta yawned. “I can have Cerberus track it down; the house should be filled with that guy’s stench.”

"Does it refer to that three-headed hellhound guy? That works too."

"How come you're on friendly terms with a dog?" Greta waved her hand casually, and a three-headed hound engulfed in flames emerged from the ground.

Seeing that the little maid wasn't pretending to chant the spell again, Ye Xiao was already used to it.

This guy has probably completely forgotten that he's a "low-ranking subordinate of the demon god".

"Master!" Upon seeing the little maid with her arms crossed, the ferocious hellhound immediately licked its three tongues out like a lapdog, displaying a fawning expression.

"Hello, Brother Dog," Ye Xiao greeted him.

"It's you again, human." The three-headed dog's expression was somewhat unfriendly.

It remembered that it had been severely beaten by its master last time because of this wretched human.

"I'll have to ask you to help me find out where the owner of this room is," Ye Xiao said.

The three-headed dog instinctively wanted to refuse, but fortunately, it first used its three barren brains to think and looked at Greta's expression.

Seeing its master nod slightly in agreement, the hellhound felt a little scared but glad it hadn't refused in a hurry. It immediately used its three heads to sniff the surroundings.

Before long, they caught the scents wafting through the air.

"Here," "Here," "Here," the three heads spoke at the same time, then reached out in different directions, causing its body to be pulled and stiffen in place.

"Hmm?" The three dog heads sensed something was wrong. They glanced at Greta's slightly furrowed brow at the door and felt a cold sweat break out on their tongues.

“Something doesn’t seem right.” “Let me smell it again.” “It should be here, it should be here.” Then, the three heads stretched out in different directions, causing their necks to become tangled together like a pretzel.

"What...are you doing?" Greta asked calmly.

Ye Xiao's lips twitched slightly; he noticed that the little maid was on the verge of exploding with anger.

To be fair, this hellhound is a bit unlucky, always embarrassing Greta.

“Strange,” “That shouldn’t be the case,” “I clearly smelled it here…hiss, it seems to be here too.” The three-headed dog panicked a little, feeling that the scent seemed to be spreading in different directions.

"Find the closest one first, find the closest one first," Ye Xiao hurriedly reminded the not-so-bright dog brother.

"Let's go here," the three heads said in unison, this time finally heading in the same direction.

But that location is below the wooden bed.

Ye Xiao glanced suspiciously at the hellhound, whose face was resolute as if it were ready to die, but still walked over, lifted the wooden bed with one hand, and flipped it open.

“Here.” The hellhound walked over and patted a protruding piece of wooden floor with its front paw.

Although he was very curious about which head was controlling the claws, Ye Xiao wasn't about to waste time talking nonsense.

He pressed his fingers lightly on the wooden board, then gripped the edge and easily pried it open.

Sure enough, there was a hidden hole below, inside which was a small, whitish cloth bag.

Ye Xiao gently took out the cloth bag and untied it, revealing a thick arm wrapped in bandages.

Chapter Seven: The Maid's Generosity

"Oh," Ye Xiao said with slight surprise, "...the Split Fruit?"

"Caw! Caw!" A dark owl flew in through the window, its wings flapping against Ye Xiao's face.

"She indicated that she was not very satisfied with your statement," Greta translated from outside the door.

"No, how does it know what I'm saying?" Ye Xiao waved his hand to gently shoo away the flapping owl. "But I think I understand why Brother Three Heads couldn't pinpoint the source of the scent."

The arm clearly belonged to that big guy, whether judging from the familiar image of him wrapped in bandages or from the scent that Cerberus smelled.

Moreover, since this thing is the source of the smell, the fact that there are so many scattered sources of smell suggests that the big guy is likely already in grave danger.

However, this makes the current situation even stranger... I thought the big guy was sick or something based on what the owl said before, but it turns out... he was dismembered?

“Don’t give me weird nicknames, kid.” Cerberus’s three heads sniffed around again. “The other scents are scattered and extend to a great distance.”

Ye Xiao nodded and checked the arm that was wrapped in cloth.

The wound at the break was very uneven, and it looked more like it had been ripped off than torn.

Strangely, the blood on it had dried into a dark black color, and the arm was also somewhat thin, as if it had been broken for a long time.

"Hey bird, was he still in this house when you left?"

The owl landed on the floor to one side, hopped around and cackled for a while, then pointed the tips of its wings at the door, then at the bed board, and then at the window.

This series of rather complicated movements and unintelligible cries left Ye Xiao completely bewildered. He could only scratch his head and look at Greta.

"Ugh... this is so troublesome." The little maid pouted. "Fine, you'll get off easy. Come here."

As Ye Xiao walked to the door, he saw Greta remove the glove from her right hand, stand on tiptoe, and raise her right hand to touch the top of his head.

"Ok?"

It was as if a dose of ice water had been injected into my skull, and a slightly cold sensation suddenly spread from my forehead.

As the demonic power that defied the will of living beings coursed through his body, Ye Xiao felt a slight discomfort.

However, the faint milky scent emanating from those soft little hands, and the sight of the maid's adorable face framed by her pink and white bangs as she looked up at her fair forearm, made Ye Xiao less averse to the discomfort.

If Ella's eyes and brows exude a captivating charm amidst a girl's purity, then this little maid's adorable and slightly coquettish demeanor is a completely different style.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but a blush seems to be slowly appearing on her rosy cheeks.

"Why are you staring at me like that!" The maid withdrew her hand and pinched Ye Xiao's waist. "Don't look!"

Okay, it seems it wasn't just my imagination... Ye Xiao grinned and touched his waist. This guy really is unreasonable.

"What are you doing at a time like this!" A loud and unpleasant voice pierced Ye Xiao's ears. "Find him quickly!"

What was that noise? Ye Xiao covered his left ear and looked around, only to discover that the sound was coming from the dark owl.

He can actually understand what the owl is saying?

Ye Xiao was taken aback. He opened the system and found that a new branch had indeed been added to the mage skill panel – “Hell Warlock”.

Goodness, did Greta just casually give him a rare mage class?

Is it really that casual because you're too lazy to translate for that bird?

"Hmph, I wouldn't have let you off so easily if I didn't find it troublesome." Greta crossed her arms. "Aren't you going to thank this maid for her generosity!"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Lady Greta, thank you, Lady Mammon, for your kindness." Ye Xiao immediately said respectfully.

To be fair, a free job inheritance is still a good thing. Although his affinity for dark attributes isn't great and he might not have time to practice the spells here, expanding his skill tree is definitely not a bad thing.

"...Then you should look at the person you're talking to! You have no sincerity at all!" The little maid stared at Ye Xiao's back, wanting to kick him.

"Didn't you tell me not to keep an eye on you... Hey, oh! How can you blame me for this?!"

"I told you not to keep staring!" Greta stomped her foot in anger, but Ye Xiao had already run into the dirty house.

Although the little maid could use magic to keep herself spotless, even on the barren slope where mountain winds occasionally blew up dust, her cloak remained clean and brand new.

But this stubborn guy just wouldn't go into those places that she felt were dirty.

"Little bird, repeat what you said when you were performing the shamanic ritual." Ye Xiao walked back into the house and squatted down again by the groove where the severed arm was placed.

The second time Ye Xiao saw the severed arm, he noticed densely packed, tadpole-like characters on the bandages wrapped around it.

Strange, I didn't see this just now?

Ye Xiaoxin was taken aback, then realized that this was probably an effect of the Hell Warlock's ability, but he could only see it and could not understand the meaning of these incantations.

“I told you my name is Eunice!” The owl landed on the floor and chattered on, “Unbelievable, how come this guy only has one arm left? I don’t even know if he’s really dead or not.”

"He was lying in bed like a zombie before the sun rose. If he hadn't been breathing, I would have thought he had become his beloved corpse."

"Wait, there's something strange about your tone." After understanding Dark Owl's words, Ye Xiao noticed something amiss. "Isn't this big guy your good buddy?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Dark Owl roared. "I'd love for that guy to die already! If it weren't for the fact that he had the formula to turn me back into human form from this grotesque state, I wouldn't have bothered to send anyone to save him!"

"Now look what's happened, all I have left is an arm. I'm afraid I'll be like this for the rest of my life!"

"Ugh, the thought of possibly living like this for the rest of my life is unbearable!"

Although Ye Xiao could roughly guess what was going on when he heard the owl calling, he was even more certain now that he could understand what it was saying—this guy was a chatterbox.

The rambling, meaningless chatter gave Ye Xiao a headache. After a long exchange, he finally understood that the owl had suddenly noticed that the big guy hadn't gotten up as usual after the sun rose in the morning, and that his breathing was unusually weak.

Fearing something might happen to the big guy, but more importantly, fearing the human-transforming formula it mentioned would disappear, it had no choice but to fly out to seek help.

It went to the town's doctor and some passersby, but no one understood what it was yelling about; they just chased it away or even shot it with a crossbow.

Left with no other choice, it remembered that Greta could understand it the night before, so it flew to the tavern and searched the surrounding area for Ye Xiao and his group. It finally managed to find them before the Seven Stars Society and the Holy Temple caravan left.

As for the reason for the big guy's weakness, Dark Owl neither knew nor cared; perhaps it was caused by being injured by a group of bounty hunters last night.

"Bounty hunters?" Ye Xiao thought of the tree covered with corpses. "Was it at the crossroads leading out of town, the dead people hanging from that tree?"

“How would I know what that rotten flesh originally looked like? Don’t treat me like a crow, I have no interest in dead people,” Dark Owl yelled. “Can we stop with the nonsense and at least find out where the rest of this thing is?”

“Alright, Brother Three-Headed, lead the way.” Ye Xiao nodded, then looked at Cerberus, who was lying prostrate on the ground.

Just as they were speaking, a piercing shriek suddenly came from the distant horizon.

"Woo——"

Chapter Eight: Misty Valley

"Woo——"

The distant yet piercing sound, like a mournful cry, echoed throughout every corner of the Howling Mountains.

At this moment, the Seven Stars Society and the Holy Temple convoy, which were slowly moving through the valley, were also attracted by this sudden, strange sound.

A thin mist drifted through the narrow valley. In the slightly bumpy carriage at the front of the convoy, Li Cheng closed the cards in his hand, rubbed his ears, and frowned. "My god, what is that sound? It's so loud!"

"That's where the name of this mountain range comes from," Ella, cloaked and leaning against the interior wall of the carriage, smiled and answered Li Cheng's question.

Although she had her own private sanctuary carriage, Ella still sat in the first carriage at the front, squeezing in with Guild Master Li Cheng, Freya, and several other guild players.

It wasn't that she was bored and came here specifically to play cards with everyone, but rather that she considered that if there was any danger, she could react immediately from the front carriage.

She would certainly be safest if she stayed in the Holy Temple caravan, which was protected in the very middle of the procession. However, Ella believed that she was the one who needed the least protection, so she ran directly to the front carriage and placed an arcane staff in the last carriage. Ella could use the spatial magic that Ye Xiao could use, so she could arrive at the rear carriage immediately if there was any accident.

Of course, Ella's actions were met with strong opposition from players such as the accompanying knight and Li Cheng.

But no one could do anything about this stubborn saintess.

“I’ve heard rumors about this mountain range, but this is the first time I’ve heard such a chilling scream,” Freya said, throwing a deck of cards from her hand. “Um… a straight?”

"Huh?" Li Cheng looked at Freya, whose hands were empty, and exchanged glances with Xiao Deng, a player sitting in the same row whose hands were full of cards.

"What a pity, you lost again." Ella covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled, while picking up the last few copper coins in front of Li Cheng.