I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 49 Even a Dog Would Shake its Head

After the funeral ended, the sky had already darkened.

Once the crowd had dispersed, Mrs. Caroline invited Connie to dine at her home.

Back at number seven Denton Street.

Floey and Mrs. Caroline were busy in the kitchen while Chen Lun and Connie waited in the living room.

"Thank you, Mr. Jack."

Connie's eyes were somewhat swollen, and she said softly with her head lowered to Chen Lun.

"The Gold Pounds you paid for my father's funeral, I will work hard to repay you...

But I'm sorry, right now I, I may not be able to engage in the research on weapons."

Chen Lun picked up his teacup, took a sip, and waved his hand.

"Don't be under pressure, Connie, you don't need to hurry to repay me the money."

After setting down his teacup, he consoled her:

"Research won't suffer from a little delay, what's most important right now is that you take care of yourself, and not let sorrow take control.

If you have time, you can go for a walk in the park with Floey to clear your mind."

Connie nodded silently and gave Chen Lun a forced smile.

The dinner that followed made Connie feel a warmth she had never experienced before.

The kind Mrs. Caroline told her many past stories about how she had pulled herself together after losing her husband Henry and son Oliver.

Miss Floey encouraged her by her side, and with Mr. Jack sharing some interesting anecdotes, Connie felt her grief lighten a little.

The dinner was sumptuous, and it was said that most of it was personally made by Miss Floey, which surprised Connie greatly.

The dishes were delicious and healing.

What healed her even more was the kindness of people.

...

Late at night.

Chen Lun came out from the washroom, heading back to his room to prepare for bed.

As he passed by the window, however, he noticed two figures standing under the street lamp across the street.

"Hey, buddy, are we just going to wait here?"

A man from the Iron Fist Gang, smoking a cigarette, said sullenly.

"What else? This was a task personally assigned by boss Gary.

And don't forget, the one living here is a non-human entity; let's just complete our mission properly."

His companion seemed to remember something, shuddering at the thought.

Immediately he stretched out a hand.

"Give me one, I've smoked all mine."

"Dammit, you always say that!"

As the two talked, they suddenly saw a dog dart out from the opposite building's hallway.

Under the dim glow of the street light, they could just make out its shiny black and white fur.

Woof woof!

The dog ran straight up to them, barked twice with its head upturned, and then lifted a front paw and gestured.

"The hell! It's like it's talking to me!"

"Give it the letter."

"What...?"

The Iron Fist Gang underling suddenly realized his mate was staring up at the building across the street.

He followed the gaze in that direction and vaguely saw a dark-haired young man watching them from the fourth floor window.

"Give it the letter!"

His companion urged him again.

It took a moment for the man in the leather jacket to come back to his senses, trembling as he handed the letter he had in his embrace to the dog.

The dog took the letter in its mouth, gave him a disdainful look, and then slunk back into the hallway without a backward glance.

The Iron Fist Gang underling stood dumbfounded for a while until the cigarette burned his mouth, snapping him out of it.

"Truly bizarre! I've just been snubbed by a dog!?"

The Border Collie returned to the room, and Chen Lun took the letter, petting its head.

The dog happily wagged its tail.

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Tearing open the envelope, he inspected the contents in the moonlight.

"—Respected Sir, I have gathered information about the recent situation of Viscount Pompey as per your instructions.

He often went out to meet friends and attend various large events and venues, and occasionally went to the artificial forests in the Inner City District to hunt.

Beyond that, he mostly stayed on his estate and read books…

There's another piece of news.

This information comes from a good friend of Viscount Pompey, Baron Barnie, and its authenticity is very high.

It's said that Viscount Pompey's daughter, Miss Rebecca, fell off a horse and injured her leg and is currently recuperating at home. He is very distressed and wants to find a private tutor for Miss Rebecca.

Here is the detailed address of Viscount Pompey's home: No. 9, Second Avenue, Inner City District, Pompey Manor…"

"Additionally, regarding this person 'Dolly' you mentioned, no clues have been found so far.

I hope you can forgive my incompetence. I and the Iron Fist Gang will do our utmost to search for his whereabouts for your sake. —Your humble follower, Gary."

Chen Lun read the letter, crumpled it up, and destroyed it.

He leaned back in his chair, finding a comfortable position.

His eyelids drooped as he pondered.

A moment later, he struck a match, and lit the oil lamp on his table. Then he picked up a feather quill and, dipping it into ink, wrote another letter.

The content of the letter requested Gary to create a fictitious identity for him and Floey.

Although it was to be fabricated, the identity had to be legitimate, capable of withstanding scrutiny from the Security Office of the Inner City District.

This wouldn't be too difficult for Gary, given his connections with many influential figures in the Inner City District.

It was akin to fabricating the identities of two individuals, followed by registering them at the Security Office.

Chen Lun specified his own identity as a scholar from out of town, whose research focus was —

Literature and Nature.

One of his plans was to apply for a job as the private tutor of Viscount Pompey's daughter, thus infiltrating Viscount Manor before opportunely searching for the "Philip's Legacy."

However, this was just a backup plan.

If there were a simpler way to infiltrate and directly snatch the item, all the better.

As for Floey's identity, Chen Lun had Gary fabricate the title of an impoverished noble from out of town and apply it to her.

While nobility was rare, when considered across the entire Tresor Empire, it was a vast group.

An obscure noble's title, especially from out of town, would be difficult for someone to verify its authenticity.

As long as Floey didn't often attend noble gatherings and large events, and her behavior and dress fit her identity, she was unlikely to be exposed.

In fact, Chen Lun wasn't worried about this at all.

With Floey's looks and demeanor, even if she were dressed as a maid, she wouldn't be able to hide her unique Charm.

Chen Lun put the letter he'd written into a brand-new envelope.

He looked down from upstairs and saw that the two Iron Fist Gang members had already left.

He felt a bit helpless and was fretting when he caught sight of the dog at his feet, still wagging its tail and looking at him.

"You really are a good dog!"

Woof!

"Dog!"

"What?"

Two members of the Iron Fist Gang walked down the quiet street when one of them suddenly exclaimed.

Looking back, they saw the familiar dog charging towards them.

"It's that again! Why is it chasing us!?"

"Could it be that his lordship is dissatisfied with us and wants to have it chew us to death?"

The two looked at each other.

"Run!"

Two men in leather jackets sprint for their lives down the street, with a large black and white dog hot on their heels.

Until one stumbled over rubbish on the ground. When he looked up, his companion was already far away, leaving only a receding figure.

"Damn it!"

The fallen guy cursed, enduring the pain.

"Am I going to die? Oh my goodness, I'm still so young, I haven't even touched the hand of a maid from the Flower Bird Tavern, I haven't..."

The dog, too, was panting heavily, having run up to him.

The Iron Fist Gang member had closed his eyes to await death, but no pain came after a long while.

Slightly opening his eyes, he saw a dog face staring at him, a letter in its mouth.

Most importantly, its eyes seemed to regard him as if he were an idiot.

"Xie Te! To think I'd be looked down upon by the same dog twice in one day!?"