I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 96 - Litte’s Plan (4/4)

The handwriting in the records was meticulous and elegant, suggesting that the author had received a good education.

Flipping to the first page of the ledger, he found a record of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group’s initial funding from ten years ago.

He flipped through the pages. In its early days, the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group operated like a typical mercenary band, taking on escort missions for merchant caravans. While these jobs were profitable, they were time-consuming.

Around three years ago, the group began shifting its focus, receiving large sums of money from various secret accounts and intermediaries.

The stack of papers beneath the ledger contained detailed records of specific contracts.

It seemed that although Mudrick, as the leader of the mercenary group, might appear brutish, he was actually quite meticulous.

With this thought, the Doctor examined each contract one by one.

Then, using a recording magic stone, he carefully recorded everything he had seen before restoring the documents to their original state.

After that, he stepped into the bedroom and began searching through it.

Just then, footsteps echoed from outside.

“Boss, are you back? Some of the guys heard footsteps upstairs. If you’re back, why didn’t you let us know?” A rough male voice called from the doorway.

“...” The Doctor frowned, then carefully and silently opened the wardrobe before slipping inside.

“Boss, are you not here?” The rough voice muttered as the man pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Then, he lit the lamp, glanced around the office, then at the bedroom, muttered something under his breath, and finally closed the door before leaving.

At this moment, the Doctor, who had been hiding in the wardrobe, finally stepped out.

He took another quick glance around the bedroom before looking down at the ring on his hand. Suddenly, something crossed his mind, and he fell into deep thought.

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Meanwhile, despite Litte’s side having the advantage in numbers and Litte herself using magic to constantly harass Mudrick from the outskirts, her Tier 4 spells were nowhere near enough to harm the Tier 7 mercenary leader. At most, they caused minor disruptions, giving Virgil brief windows to dodge attacks.

Even so, Virgil, who had abandoned his usual aggressive fighting style in favor of dragging out the battle, was still no match for Mudrick.

Above Tier 6, every single rank was a chasm-like gap. While prodigies might be capable of challenging higher tiers, Virgil was not one of them.

His stamina was wearing thin. At that moment, he cast a glance back at Litte and gave her a subtle signal—urging her to run.

It didn’t matter if he perished here, but Litte was Orson’s sister. She absolutely could not be harmed.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to face Orson.

“You still have time to be distracted? Are you looking down on me?” Mudrick sneered as he swung an iron rod—one he had seized from a gang member—horizontally at Virgil.

The blow sent Virgil flying, crashing into the outer wall of the Orchid Tavern.

“Alright, I think this farce has gone on long enough.” Mudrick stretched his arm, rubbing his jaw as he turned his gaze toward Litte.

“Your underling managed to buy you quite a bit of time, but you... you’re quite the disappointment, Young Master Litte.” He licked his lips.

“Even though you’re a man, I must say, you’re quite easy on the eyes. I might just make an exception for you and explore some new experiences.”

“Get lost, you disgusting bastard!” Litte’s pale face turned bright red as she spat back at him.

Just then, a voice rang out from the entrance.

“Apologies, but your fight is disrupting our business. If possible, could you take it elsewhere?”

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice.

Standing at the doorway was an orange-haired beastkin girl with cat ears.

“Oh? What’s this? A special ‘service attendant’?” Mudrick leered at her, his eyes filled with greed.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll gouge out your eyes,” the beastkin girl said coldly, her gaze filled with disdain.

“Whoa, whoa, why are girls so feisty these days?” Mudrick began to retort, but before he could finish, a throwing knife whizzed past his ear and embedded itself in the wall behind him.

“I warned you,” the beastkin girl said, drawing the sword at her waist.

“Now, leave Oak Street immediately. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to use force.”

Seeing her stance, Mudrick clicked his tongue in frustration, then clapped his hands and turned away.

“Fine, you got lucky today. Someone from this place decided to bail you out. But next time, you won’t be so fortunate. I’ll remember this, Litte. If I ever see you again in Saint Roland City, I’ll make sure to settle the score.” With that, he threw out one final threat before walking away.

As the saying goes, “A barefoot man has nothing to fear.” So what if Litte was a duke’s son?

Right now, he was a Tier 7 powerhouse. Within the Empire, if there were a ranking for the top 100 fighters, he would probably make the list.

Even among the duke’s household, the strongest was Orson, who was only at Tier 6.

Besides, in Mudrick’s view, Litte had clearly set this trap for him. The ambush today didn’t seem like a spur-of-the-moment plan.

If you want to mess with me, don’t blame me for retaliating every time I see you.

After Mudrick left, Litte turned to the beastkin girl at the entrance and spoke gratefully, “Um, miss... thank you for stepping in just now.”

“You were disrupting our business,” the orange-haired girl replied bluntly, then walked over to Virgil.

“Thank you...” Virgil, still slumped against the damaged wall, raised his head weakly.

“You broke our wall. Pay up.” The beastkin girl crouched down and extended her hand toward him.

“Uh...” Virgil blinked in surprise, then let out a weak chuckle. He reached into his coat and pulled out a golden pocket watch, handing it to her.

Consider it a protection fee.

“Sorry, I don’t have any money on me. This should fetch a good price if sold.”

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“Alright, but don’t cause trouble here again. Otherwise, the boss will be upset.” The girl nodded, took the pocket watch, and walked back into the tavern.