This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir - This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir chapter 49

Chapter 49: Sir, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman

There’s one thing Aunt Nancy hasn’t come up with a solution for—

“So, what’s the church going to do? Once the next batch of church carriages arrives for the shift change, I’ll be in trouble.”

Nancy’s expression was still listless, her beautiful elder sister figure and pretty face dragged down by a despondent air.

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She walked over and vigorously rubbed Chu Yan’s cheeks, saying:

“The method is actually within the situation. The church can’t afford the loss of personnel and combat power now, understand?”

Chu Yan, dizzy from the rubbing, was indeed awakened by her words and pondered:

“I get it, auntie. You want me to play the paper tiger well. If a conflict really arises, it’s best to show off the muscles right away?”

Indeed, the church certainly has the heritage and strength to suppress all the tabooers at the Dead Sea border, but the church can’t accomplish this without any damage.

As long as we show enough “strength” here, able to take a bite out of the opposition, the church will definitely cower first.

Moreover, Chu Yan must flex his muscles before any damage occurs; otherwise, the church might just grit its teeth and fight to the end upon seeing their own injuries.

This is known as “sunk cost.”

“Even after I’ve had those nuns hung up and tied for so long, it can all be written off?”

“At least before successfully heading to the new world, it can indeed be written off,” Aunt Nancy affirmed.

“Before heading to the new world, huh… I understand.”

I won’t think about things too far off. Let’s get past the immediate hurdle before looking ahead.

With Aunt Nancy’s advice, what Chu Yan needs to do next is quite clear.

He must let the prison sisters recuperate, build up their strength, and then give the church a big scare when they meet, as a fireworks welcome ceremony, before entering the normal negotiation phase.

What specifically needs to be negotiated will have to be seen at the time.

The script is written; I hope there won’t be too much deviation when the time comes.

“If we’re talking about deviations, Efarin is the main event. If she’s willing to make a move, the standoff with the church will go even more smoothly. If she accidentally breaks the slave contract, that’s going to be a big problem! “

Just right, since that slave contract took effect, the reconstruction of Paradise City and the exploration of the miracle magic circle have been going on for almost half a month. It’s time to reinforce the power of the contract.

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After parting with Aunt Nancy, Chu Yan went to the kitchen to tinker around, and without much thought, he made a fried milk dish.

Many desserts had not been made for a long time, the reason being that he made too many for Mother Verlin, and she grew tired of them, relegating them to the discarded menu. Now was the perfect time to get the feel back.

Carrying today’s dessert, Chu Yan entered the bedroom of the mature, proud, blonde beauty.

It was the time just before deep night, and Efarin was already in bed preparing to rest.

She was draped in a cool, seductive black gauze nightgown, her proud and perky figure exuding an alluring charm, as if possessing a terrifying magic that could deeply entrap and immerse one, with black silk pantyhose adorning her lower body, the plump and round curves of her waist and hips highlighting the value of the pantyhose to the fullest.

Although Chu Yan wanted to criticize this sleepwear combination, wondering if she mistook stockings for sleep pants, Aunt Efarin’s attire indeed had a powerful impact.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Efarin, this is the belated dessert, fried milk, which you can enjoy with warm milk.”

Author’s Note: The AI image from the last chapter was indeed reported. I’ll have to delete it soon…

Chapter Fifty: The Judging Saintess, Teresa

Unexpectedly, Evelyne did not curse or swear, but simply looked on with a cold gaze.

She was well aware that without power or means of counteraction, even the most terrifying threats were empty.

Continuously intimidating with words, in the end, others simply did not fear, and it made one seem more like a buffoon on the stage of a play.

The calm of the Black Ice Dragonkin stemmed from the blood of the Ice Dragon flowing in her veins; the chill drove away impatience, freezing everything in ice crystals for scrutiny.

“Then make it quick, and let’s end this boring and time-wasting ceremony.”

The bewitching beauty with golden locks did not show any other expression, casually crossing her arms and lightly lifting the ample softness.

A cold sneer curled at the corner of her mouth, ready to see how this little red demon dragon would burn his own reason and reveal his disgrace.

“Madam Evelyne, I am very grateful that you can treat this matter so calmly.”

Chu Yan shrugged his shoulders, taking a piece of fried milk with a handkerchief and politely offering it to the bright red lips of the beautiful woman.

Fried milk? The name alone was hard to imagine, could milk be “fried”?

Evelyne had never heard of such a dessert; she opened her bright red lips, took a gentle bite, and the rich, thick milky fragrance bloomed on the taste buds at the tip of her tongue.

“Wrap the condensed milk up, and treat it as a snack?”

She did not comment further, but the emptied plate was the best answer.

The mature and noble golden-haired woman rose from the table, her voluptuous legs stepping with a seductive and elegant gait, returning to lie down beside the bed.

Bound by a contract, she could not make any aggressive moves.

Evelyn tried to push Chu Yan away, but he clung too tightly, immovable as the child a generation younger than herself.

In resigned helplessness, Evelyn couldn’t help but ponder everything she was going through. Many reasons led back to her late husband Lan Wei’s foolishness and incompetence, but the more direct cause was Rosetta’s intervention.

What exactly was the relationship between this young dragon and Rosetta, and why did she care for him so much?

It was a question whose answer was currently out of reach. Evelyn couldn’t find clues through her usual channels of information; the Dead Sea border was too remote, and Rosetta would surely obstruct her in secret.

Regardless of where the answers led, there was no doubt that Chu Yan was Velin’s child, and Velin was one of Evelyn’s old rivals from the same era.

To think that she had let her old rival’s child…

The beautiful woman’s gaze focused in front of her, looking at the big boy lying in her arms, his delicate sleeping face as peaceful as a baby’s.

And last night, Chu Yan had buried his head in her embrace, indeed like a hungry baby.

Evelyn couldn’t bear to look back on that night, wanting to hit him at the thought, but the contract was in effect, and she couldn’t lay a harsh hand on Chu Yan.

In the end, the dragon-descended beauty chose to divert her mind with study.

A profound and obscure magic book appeared in her slender hand, something Evelyn had been doing often these days, studying and comprehending.

If only she could break through half a step at that S-tier threshold, Evelyn would be able to shatter this damned contract!

But her attention was a bit hard to focus…

“Enough, time to rest.”

Evelyn’s eyes were weary, but her delicate face was rosy and moist, her spirit relaxed.

Many troubles were cast aside in the exhaustion of distraction, and Evelyn found her mood surprisingly good—as long as she didn’t recall being embraced by a young dragon all night.

She pulled up the thin quilt, covering both herself and Chu Yan in her arms, and closed her eyes to sleep.

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The Church, Central Cathedral.

A group of clergy gathered nervously, their eyes on the coffin on the ground.

It was a sealed relic, capable of sealing away any force repellant to the “holy” within it.

But this seal was limited to within the coffin.

What the clergy wanted was for their companion to return to normal, and the person involved this time was no ordinary individual.

She was the leader of the battle nun squad, “Saintess of Judgment” Teresa.

A presence among the A-tier with strength at the forefront, and currently one of the church’s hopefuls to break into the S-tier.