Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary-Chapter 47 – I have prepared the rope for you
Today, a special guest arrived at the Winter Tavern.
He hid his body under a black robe, with a hood over his head, sitting alone in the corner, completely out of place with the lively atmosphere around him.
However, people only found it odd for a moment. After all, the tavern was a place where all sorts of people mingled, and it wasn't unusual for one or two oddballs to show up occasionally.
"Uh, sir? What would you like to drink?"
A scantily clad tavern girl swayed her hips as she approached Sylvie, hesitantly asking.
"Give me your best wine."
Sylvie pulled out two silver coins and tossed them steadily into the tavern girl's cleavage.
Unexpectedly, he was a generous patron.
"You're truly generous, please wait a moment~ If you need anything else, feel free to let me know. My name is Vina~"
The tavern girl smiled charmingly, winking at Sylvie as she swayed her hips.
But that wink was destined to be wasted on air.
Sylvie had Loli, a cute and soft little maid, warming his bed every day, and he had kissed Roye, a noble and pure fox-eared girl. The wildflowers outside couldn't compare to his tastes.
He had been waiting in the tavern for a long time, waiting for Bolt to walk into his trap.
He decided to handle this personally; calling others from the keep might alert the enemy, especially since he wasn't sure which knight was hiding in the shadows. If Bolt was silenced beforehand, it would be troublesome.
As time ticked by, Sylvie had already drunk three glasses of wine, and the tavern girl had winked at him over a dozen times. Just as he was growing impatient, a young man in leather armor, with a dagger at his waist, swaggered into the Winter Tavern.
This man was Bolt.
The moment Sylvie spotted Bolt, his previously calm demeanor erupted with a powerful aura. His body charged forward like a raging dragon, his hand clamping onto Bolt's neck like a vice.
His entire body surged with a torrent of Battle Aura, causing his black robe to flap wildly. In an instant, the two of them were in a deserted alley.
Bolt was terrified, feeling as if the man gripping his neck was a furious dragon, ready to devour him at any moment.
His pupils dilated with extreme fear, and a foul-smelling liquid trickled down his leather pants onto the ground.
"Now, I ask, you answer."
"If you say anything else, you die."
Sylvie's eyes were cold as he looked at Bolt, his voice icy, almost devoid of emotion, yet the anger in his words was unmistakable.
Bolt nodded in terror, like a chicken pecking rice.
He had a feeling that if he uttered one more word of nonsense or begged for mercy, the man before him would snap his neck instantly.
"Did you steal the compensation fund from Byrne Kritt's family?"
"Yes..."
"Who else did you rob?"
"Also... Dick's family, Abel's family, and Barrow's family. Besides them, no one else. Only these people live in the Tile-roof District."
"Who ordered you to do this?"
Bolt hesitated at the question, but he immediately felt the grip on his neck tighten. He hurriedly cried out:
"It was Gal, Knight Gal... He forced me to do it... Please spare me... Ah—!"
Before Bolt could finish his sentence, his neck was crushed into a bloody mess.
Sylvie coldly wiped the blood from his hand with Bolt's leather armor, recalling some memories of the knight named Gal.
Gal was one of the first knights to follow him, serving under him when he was just a Grand Knight.
Now, Gal's strength was still among the top knights, second only to Claremont.
In Sylvie's memory, Gal was a charming blond man, humble and trustworthy, a standard knight with faith.
He couldn't imagine such a person committing such despicable acts.
He decided to visit Gal's home personally to see how this former follower had fallen to such a disgraceful state.
Gal's home was located in the inner city of Winterfell Keep, one of the better residences among his subordinates.
Sylvie had never been harsh with his subordinates. Goodbye washing underwear and socks for a year was his own doing, and besides, it helped improve relations between Goodbye and the soldiers under him.
Standing at Gal's doorstep, looking at the sturdy and beautiful Gothic cottage, and hearing the heavy breathing of a man and woman inside, Sylvie thought of the tragic state of Byrne's family.
An uncontrollable anger burned within him, prompting Sylvie to kick the door forcefully.
The shattered door not only interrupted the illicit affair inside but also crashed through two walls, finally embedding itself in the innermost wall.
"Having quite the fun, aren't you? A threesome?"
Sylvie sneered at Gal and the woman cowering in his arms on the bed, thinking he should have kicked the door towards the bed and ended all three of them.
"Since I'm here, you know why."
Gal's face turned pale, his expression shifting from shock to fear. Finally, after hearing Sylvie's words, it settled into a deathly calm.
"I'm sorry, My Lord, I betrayed your trust."
"Will you execute me?"
"Execute you?" Sylvie laughed in anger, "You think it's that simple? Do you think your crimes can be washed away with a mere execution?"
"My Lord, I don't understand!"
Gal's emotions grew increasingly frantic, and he said viciously, "They're just a bunch of dead people, why do they need compensation? Do those peasants deserve it?"
"I'm a Grand Knight, earning three gold coins a month, and those dead people get ten gold coins in compensation immediately after they die. Why?"
"Is their life worth that much? And their families, those peasants get five silver coins from the Treasury Hall every month, even though they do nothing!"
"My Lord, look, with ten gold coins, I could live more comfortably!" Gal spread his arms wildly, slapping the woman beside him, muttering:
"My Lord, would you kill a knight who has followed you for years over such a trivial matter, over a few insignificant peasants?"
"I'm a Grand Knight!"
Gal raised his head, looking directly at Sylvie, his eyes full of pleading and hope.
But to his despair, the usually gentle and smiling lord now wore an expressionless face.
His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, as if looking at a pile of excrement crawling with maggots.
"You think you just stole some compensation funds? Stirring up hooligans, and this is while I'm in Winterfell City. If I weren't here, would you try to take my place?"
"You dare call yourself a knight."
"If you had stolen compensation from the inner city soldiers, I'd at least respect you a bit more. But you prey on those who are struggling."
"You're already finished."
Sylvie coldly retorted.
He slowly walked up to Gal, lifting him by the collar in Gal's despairing gaze, dragging him forward.
"Now I will take you back to Winterfell Keep. This afternoon, as the bells of Winterfell Keep toll, you will be sent to Citizen's Square."
"There, I have prepared a noose for you. You will atone for your crimes in front of all the citizens of Winterfell City."
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Chapter 47 – I have prepared the rope for you
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