vicious plan

Qilan Continent, a medieval-like fantasy world, lacks Earth's pollution and clamor.

Especially the remote Fengtao Village, where the air is fresh, the environment is peaceful, and the scenery is picturesque.

Siegfried could sleep in every day until he woke up naturally, except for today.

(Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My stomach hurts so much!)

He was squatting on a portable toilet, clutching his stomach, his neck flushed red.

This state had lasted for two hours. He was awakened by severe abdominal pain in the early morning. It must have been the dragon meat!

He flipped through the replacement paper bags in his inventory, feeling a little anxious.

(Damn! I wonder if there are enough replacement bags. I don't want to use the latrine!)

This portable toilet was brought from Earth. In this world, there were no flush toilets; people had to clean up after themselves manually.

In the slums, excrement was basically splashed directly onto the streets, so the streets there were often foul-smelling and frequently experienced plagues.

In the wealthy areas, there were dedicated personnel to collect and transport the waste to the suburbs for burial every day.

In rural areas like Fengtao Village, however, human waste was generally stored and used as fertilizer. Each household had a pit; after using the toilet, they would scoop it out with a shovel and transport it to the village's latrine for fermentation.

If you find it troublesome, you can also go directly to the latrine, which is convenient and quick. You can leave after pulling up your pants. There's just a chance of falling in...

Siegfried didn't want to dig out the feces, nor did he want to fall in, so the first item he prepared when he returned to Earth was a portable toilet.

(Only six paper bags left...)

The replacement bags should have been enough, but Yang Jing snatched most of them from him two days ago.

Miss Yang Jing, born into privilege, had never experienced the hardships of rural life. So, when this cool beauty saw the village toilet for the first time, her face turned black.

She somehow found out that Siegfried had a portable toilet and then, predictably, she seized it...

Siegfried wiped his butt, picked up the bag of poop, and headed towards the outskirts of the village. He planned to find a place to throw it away. He didn't want to go near that latrine, not even look at it.

The sky was just beginning to lighten. Even the most diligent villagers were still asleep at this hour, but he saw a familiar person at the village entrance.

A beautiful blonde girl was sneaking around, looking furtively, not knowing what she was doing.

(Hmm? Isn't that Krinhild?)

"Your Highness! What are you doing?" Siegfried asked curiously.

"Ah!"

Slap!

Krinhild was startled. A package fell to the ground from her hand.

Siegfried looked closely. Wow! It was a pack of paper bags, exactly the same as the ones in his hand...

He suddenly understood.

(No wonder Yang Jing took so many paper bags; it wasn't just her using them.)

(But, it turns out that even the saintess would... ahem, my apologies, my apologies.)

Siegfried walked forward with a bright smile, intending to use the shared experience of disposing of waste to further increase their trust!

"Your Highness, you also came to... uh."

His smooth talk stopped abruptly.

Because he saw Krinhild biting her red lips, her face flushed red, staring at him, her emerald eyes even a little wet.

She seemed to be muttering something about the eternal sun, the need to revere you for generations... something like a prayer.

(Prayer???!!)

A large golden fireball quickly condensed and, at a speed too fast for the eye to see, streaked past Siegfried's cheek towards the brightening sky.

Siegfried's smile completely froze. A few singed hairs fell from his ear, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Krinhild glared at him with ashamed and indignant emerald eyes, picked up the bag on the ground, and left without a word.

[Krinhild's trust in you has decreased. Current trust level: 60%]

Trust is like that: it takes great effort to build, but it can be lost in an instant.

"How... how could this happen..." Siegfried was dumbfounded.

[Mr. Wanderer, you deserve to be single for twenty-two years.]

............

Siegfried spent the whole morning trying to figure out why his trust level had inexplicably decreased.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, so the Plum Blossom Guards suffered.

"Run! Fifty laps more!"

"Huff~ Huff~ Yes!"

"You! Running so slowly, didn't you eat? Speed up!"

"Yes! I'm very sorry! Huff~"

Bo Bo tiptoed to Yang Jing's side and whispered,

"Madam, what's wrong with Master Mei Lan today?"

Madam Plum Blossom—this was the code name Yang Jing gave herself. She demanded that all guards call her this.

Yang Jing replied without looking up,

"Blockhead."

Bo Bo was dumbfounded. He scratched his head, puzzled.

(Block... blockhead? What does blockhead mean?)

Siegfried looked grimly at the ten Plum Blossom Guards undergoing physical training.

His severity wasn't really about venting his anger. The upcoming Earl's Mansion strategy depended on the help of these guards.

These ten were chosen from among all the slaves and villagers. Not only did they have excellent physical abilities, but their psychological resilience was also good.

They were ordinary infantrymen, but secretly they underwent special training. Everyone had to wear a mask. Except for Siegfried and Yang Jing, no one knew who these ten people were, not even Bo Bo. Their way of identifying each other was a single plum blossom embroidered on their left shoulder.

After selecting these ten, Siegfried had a private conversation with each of them.

He used [Deceitful Speech] to turn each guard into a loyal death knight to him and Yang Jing.

This was an independent secret force directly controlled by the two wanderers, separate from the army's organization.

Of course, Siegfried didn't create this force to rebel. As the mission progressed and the princess's power expanded, many things could not be achieved through normal means.

And who would do the dirty work? Of course, these people.

Siegfried had decided from the beginning to form a special force to do the dirty work, and he wouldn't tell Krinhild about them.

After all, the gentle princess wouldn't allow such acts. But Siegfried was the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Yang Jing, seeing Siegfried's gloomy face, transmitted a message,

"Is the plan finalized?"

"Yes, the surface part has been conveyed to Roland. Krinhild will openly enter the city as a princess in two days."

"Too risky."

"Risk always exists."

"What do you want these guards to do?"

An involuntary smile curved Siegfried's lips.

"Have you seen Let the Bullets Fly?"

"Don't play riddles, just say it."

"Krinhild's mission is to enter the city as a princess to inspect and bring warmth to those poor slum dwellers. Doesn't Hilton have a lot of money? Give it to them."

"You mean..."

A look of surprise appeared on Yang Jing's cold features.

Although she had some understanding of Siegfried's nature, she still didn't expect this plan to be so vicious.

"Yes, our Plum Blossom Guards will take that money back," Siegfried said with a sinister smile, his tone devoid of warmth. "But, it will be the Plum Blossom Guards disguised as Earl's Mansion guards."

Yang Jing silently swallowed. Siegfried in this state made even her feel a chill down her spine.

"If they discover that the so-called hero is actually this kind of person, I wonder what they'll think."

Siegfried glanced back at Yang Jing, his brows filled with sarcasm.

"Humph, the so-called heroes and tyrants have never truly existed. They are merely products fabricated by people to satisfy their psychological needs. People's worship of them is essentially a hatred of their own weakness and incompetence. In fact, if you look closely, most of them are like me."

"The Crowd?"

"Yes!"