I Became the King of Villains In the Game

"Neil, stand there and don't move!"

A boy wearing a striped aristocratic costume shouted.

He looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with long and narrow eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a head of brown hair that was slightly red in the sun.

There are also some freckles on both sides of the cheeks.

The boy called "Neil" by the teenager was about the same age as him, but he was only wearing a white sackcloth shirt, with blond hair and dirty mud all over his clothes.

"Yes, Master Fogg."

Neil lowered his head, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and stood there, motionless.

Boom!

The wooden stick hit Neil's thigh heavily and broke with a sound.

Neil screamed and fell to the ground, splashing mud all over his body.

His face was flushed with pain, his forehead was bruised, and the corners of his mouth were stained with smelly muddy soil and some weeds.

Master Fogg's excited laugh came from his ears.

"It's great! Neil, did you see it? The stick is broken! I broke the stick! Isn't this kind of swordsmanship enough to make Instructor Thomas look at you differently?!"

"Yes... yes, young master, you are indeed very powerful!"

Neil struggled to get up from the ground, his thighs were still shaking.

Master Fogg on the side first looked at him with a look of admiration for his "masterpiece", then pinched his nose and said in disgust:

"You stink too! Hurry up and wash it!"

"Good master..."

Neil endured the pain and humiliation, lowered his head and said.

He turned around, limped away from the open space, and walked towards a well next to a stone house. As Master Fogg's knight retinue, he should have enjoyed the hot water in the kitchen, but Neil was in the Dutt family's house. The status is not as good as the lowest dung manservant.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old maid passed him, ran quickly to the open space, and happily said to the noble boy:

"Master Falk, Steward Rolf asked someone to buy a big fish in the town. It is said that the fishermen on the south coast of Rainbow Island caught the deep sea fish this morning. The cook said that such a big fish must be delicious. !"

"I'm just a little hungry, let the cook hurry up."

Falk looked indifferent, he pinched the maid, and ordered.

The little maid blushed and quickly answered:

"Understood...young master."

Hearing the brief conversation vaguely, Neil remained silent, gritted his teeth and walked to the well, washing his body with the cold well water.

He resisted the severe pain from his legs and body, hatred flashed in his eyes.

Neil's full name is "Neil Lucius", and he is the only surviving direct heir of the Lucius family... and the Dutt family, where Master Fogg belongs, belongs to his distant relatives, but now they are occupying his territory , Noire collar.

The yard under his feet, the castle, and those maids and servants... should have belonged to him in the first place!

His father had joined the war for the Kingdom of Maurice, leading more than 500 militiamen and dozens of knights, and never came back.

This also led to the fact that Uncle Miller Dutt occupied the magpie's nest with little effort and became the leader of the black horn collar, declaring to the outside world that he would take care of and protect this nephew.

In fact, they took away everything from Neil, and even placed his original master under the second son Fogg as a follower.

Equally eloquently called, "sharpening" and "cultivating" the virtues of knighthood.

However, beatings and scolding were commonplace on weekdays, and Neil was powerless to resist and could not escape. The gate of the castle was guarded by guards 24 hours a day. Once he acted rashly, he was very likely to be caught and tortured.

In order to survive, he has endured humiliation for more than two years.

After rinsing his body, Neil changed into a new but patched linen jacket. After taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted his expression to the reflection in the basin, trying his best to cover up the hatred in his eyes.

After everything returned to normal, he dragged his painful body to the main hall of the castle.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong fish fragrance.

Two older maids stood in the doorway, swallowing.

"Bah! What's the smell?!"

Fukdut, who was sitting on the right hand side of the head of the long dining table, turned his head and vomited the food in his mouth on the ground.

"This is the high-end product that cost two pieces of Fire Emblem Silver? What kind of distant sea fish? It smells so bad! It's even more disgusting than the smell on Neil's body!"

He patted the table in dissatisfaction, and the maids around were trembling.

The old housekeeper Rolf who stood by had a look of embarrassment.

After all, he had asked someone to buy this fish in the town, and Master Fogg's complaints were actually blaming him.

"Brother, the fourth article of the doctrine of salvation, wasting food is a blasphemy against our Lord..."

On the left side of the dining table, a young man of eighteen or nineteen said lightly.

He cut a piece of fried fish with a knife and only sprinkled with a little salt, put it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"And the taste of this fish is not bad, it's not as bad as you said...So you started to put on airs as a young master when your father was away, didn't you?"

"Kelu! You bastard!"

Fogg looked at his elder brother bitterly, clenched his fists.

"I will tell my father everything about it, oh no, I will explain it to Pastor Jordan during tomorrow's mass...Since you like to waste food, maybe when you become an adult, your father will distribute you Go to a remote corner where the land is barren, and slowly understand the truth that food is precious."

Crudut swallowed the fish and grinned.

Seeing this, Fogg was inexplicably terrified.

He glanced at the younger brothers and sisters who were eating with their heads down at the dining table, who were afraid to participate in the communication, and finally locked their eyes on the knight squire standing at the door, who was timid.

"Neil! Get the hell out of here!"

Falk scolded loudly.

Neil clenched his fist, and then let it go quickly.

After a reply, he hurried forward.

"Master Fogg, what are your orders?"

"Go! Eat the food I accidentally dropped on the floor!"

"Master Fogg, this..."

Neil stared at the lump of chewed and sticky white fish on the ground, which was extremely disgusting, and stammered.

Then what kind of "accidentally fell on the ground", he saw it clearly just now, it was obviously Fokker who spit it out of his mouth!

"I said, eat it! Don't you understand?"

Fogg stood up, it seemed that because Neil didn't follow his order immediately, he felt ashamed in front of Ke Lu, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"If you don't eat it, just wait and see!"

At this time, Kelu, the eldest son of the Dutt family, cast a half-smile look.

Even the other younger heirs, the old butler Rolf and the maids all turned their heads and watched with sympathetic eyes.

Neil only felt his heart beating faster.

He blushed because he felt extremely humiliated.

But in the end, he chose to compromise.

Because he knows that once he dares to refuse, then tonight will be a sleepless night, and Fogg will use his most vicious thoughts to vent his anger on himself...

"Yes, I see, Master Fogg..."

Neil said hoarsely.

He walked over, knelt down, like a dog crawling on the ground, struggling to lick off the disgusting fish on the ground.

The cold and creamy touch hovered in his mouth.

The pungent smell lingers endlessly.

Neil suppressed the desire to vomit and swallowed hastily.

He raised his head, not knowing whether it was because of humiliation or disgust, his eyes were blurred by tears, he saw Fogg smiling triumphantly, and the others were full of pity.

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dusk.

A corner of Castle Noire.

Behind a towering old tree, sobs could be heard faintly.

Neil suppressed his voice, fearing that others would hear him, curled up in the shadows, weeping bitterly.

Fogg's hideous smile kept flashing through his mind.

A thought suddenly came to him, that is to take advantage of Fogg's unpreparedness and kill that guy... Use a kitchen knife to stab the other person's throat fiercely, and watch him swallow his last breath in despair and pain.

But soon, Neil dismissed the idea again.

Because he doesn't think it's worth it.

He hasn't taken revenge yet, and hasn't taken back the black-horned collar his father left him.

Even if he killed Fogg, he would not be able to escape, and would soon be caught by the guards. With so many heirs in the Dutt family, a second son would not be able to shake this despicable distant family.

According to Uncle Miller's sinister strength, he would definitely be caught in a dungeon and suffer a series of tortures such as ironing, skinning, spikes, and even finger chopping.

He would even be taken to the church in the territory, where he would be burned alive at the stake of redemption under the watchful eyes of everyone... After death, he would bear the infamy of killing the master.

"Damn 'Killer'... this is my home! They are all robbers! They are all thieves!!"

Neil raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot on his tearful face.

He secretly vowed that he must hold his breath, find an opportunity to strengthen himself, regain the territory sooner or later, and kill these robbers one by one!

Thinking to himself, he picked up the practice sword on the ground, slashed it fiercely on the big tree, and used the sword skills he had learned secretly from Instructor Thomas in the past.

The huge shock force made Neil's mouth tingle.

But his eyes were firm, and he continued to slash with his sword one after another, as if the old tree in front of him was the abominable Fukdut.

suddenly.

Neil's whole body was shaken, and his scalp felt numb for a while as if it had been electrified.

He inexplicably comprehended the key skills of those swordsmanship in the past, such as wrist strength, hand raising movements, how to explode the waist and legs, etc...

Benedict!

A cold light flashed, and the practice sword cut into the hard bark and got stuck at a depth of five inches.

"this……"

Neil's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How can I do this?!"

Even Lord Miller Dutt's sword, the "Lion Sword", which he claimed to have spent more than half a year in taxes to purchase from the court blacksmith, could not have been cut so deep into the old tree in his hands.

What's more, it's just a standard iron sword that hasn't been sharpened yet!

Neilton felt unbelievable!

However, what he didn't know was that a bright pale light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Lun's consciousness is hidden in that thin crystal.

He was observing the surrounding environment through this boy named "Neil".

‘This is the Outer Continent? It feels like a country in the Middle Ages... I haven't discovered supernatural power yet, but I can always feel a strong threat from outside... There is no ritual protection of Huangong here, and the world is always being eroded by the power of outer gods. I must Be careful not to reveal your existence for the time being. '

He had just used his strength, using the crystal parasitic on the young man's body, to enable him to activate the "Quantum Thinking Experience Card" at the level of one ten thousandth, and instantly comprehended the so-called "Black Horn Sword Technique".

This is Chen Lun's temptation.

In the end, he found that whether it was because the distance between the two continents was too far away, or because of some other reason, his trial just now did not affect the normal progress of the [Anonymous] ceremony.

This surprised him quite a bit.

Because this means that in the Outer Continent, he can covertly intervene in some things, but also because of the distance, the power he can transmit is limited.

In addition, Neil's body is too fragile to carry too much strength.

Chen Lun secretly planned to use the boy's body as a "probe" to explore the outer continent and provide himself with enough information.

So before that, you might as well give him a hand.

At the very least, there must be enough strength.