A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 638 Mask - I

"Please, help my father, Miss Mistine."

In the office, a frail young man knelt on the ground, pleading incessantly to the woman with her legs propped up on the desk. "You must have the medicine here; I know you can help. My father is truly going to..."

The woman interrupted him indolently, "If he's so close to death, you should be in a hurry to get the medicine."

"If you're in such a hurry..."

The woman, with a coarse face adorned with several scars on her neck and cheeks, grinned menacingly. "You wouldn't mind paying a bit more, would you?"

"I..."

The young man opened his mouth, and faced with Mistine's query, he gritted his teeth and answered resolutely, "One gold coin... that's all I can muster, Miss Mistine."

"Not enough."

Mistine stared at him impassively. "Ten gold coins."

"Ten... ten gold coins?!"

The young man exclaimed in disbelief, "How could I possibly get that much money? That one gold coin... I borrowed it from Mr. Black Hat. I can't get any more money!"

"That's simple." Mistine snapped her fingers, and one of her lackeys tossed a contract in front of the young man.

"The sorcerer in the upper district is in need of some experimental subjects. If you are willing to offer yourself, your father can get ten gold coins as payment. He can then use these ten gold coins to buy the life-saving medicine and save his old life."

The woman clapped her hands and grinned, "You save your father, I get my payment, everyone's happy."

The young man's body trembled slightly. He looked at Mistine, his eyes brimming with stark despair and sorrow.

"Mistine... Miss," he said with immense difficulty, inching forward on his knees.

"I'm Clift, do you remember me? We lived in the same neighborhood for three years. You dined at my house; my father... he treated you. We were once friends—ugh!"

With a dull thud, the young man, punched in the stomach by one of the room's thugs, fell to the ground, curling up in pain.

"So, are you taking the medicine or not?"

Mistine asked impatiently. "If not, then get out; I'm running out of time."

In the end, the young man, unwilling to sign the contract, crawled out by himself. His worm-like wriggling made Mistine want to laugh.

"Just like a cricket fight. Do the big shots also enjoy such trivial amusements?"

She muttered to herself, still puzzled by her employer's motives for these actions.

But it didn't matter. As long as the pay was good, oppressing civilians, sowing discord, igniting conflicts... such trivial matters were her specialty.

Even if she had crawled up from the very bottom, even if she once shared the same origin with these despicable people, she was once an ordinary, powerless mortal.

—But that was all in the past.

Mistine didn't consider herself a reprehensible villain, because she would bet that any mortal who had exhausted every effort to reach her position would make the same choices without hesitation.

Where in this world are the great, radiant saints who emerge from the stinking mire untainted?

Most are simply greedy beings who no longer wish to drown in the swamp, craving fresh air—ordinary people, far from noble.

After gaining control over a portion of the drug and contraband channels in the lower district, becoming one of its top figures, Mistine had never intentionally done anything malicious.

Regarding that young man... if it weren't for the fact that they had indeed lived together for a few years and he was indeed an old friend from her youth, she wouldn't have handed out that contract at all.

What a joke, thinking that becoming material for a sorcerer was a simple matter? Thinking that those ten gold coins were easy to get? The sorcerer was very picky!

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Mistine, who never considered herself to act out of malice, genuinely believed she had done nothing wrong and felt nothing towards the commoners.

She neither felt the urge to mock them nor experienced much guilt.

She simply didn't care.

Bang!

A loud explosion caused the crowd below to suddenly freeze.

Hearing the sound, Mistine turned back into her office, poured herself a glass of wine, and walked back out, shaking the glass as she looked down.

Would the big shots find this amusing?

A common soul, stained black in its struggle upwards, wondered this as she cast her gaze towards the gradually spreading sea of blood below.

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