As the shop owner was lost in thought.
The tailor's voice came:
"It's that pastry, the taste is the same."
With those words.
She looked at the fatty and thanked him softly.
The fatty waved his hand and chuckled:
"You're welcome. I promised to treat you to pastries, and I always keep my word. This is the self-cultivation of a high-class villain."
Afterward.
The fatty threw a stack of cash at the shop owner:
"Boss, you did a great job. Make some more of these pastries. Don't worry, this is real money. I picked it up on my way back from the south where I got the ingredients."
"Okay, okay."
The shop owner picked up the money, a full ten thousand yuan, and his smile was so wide he couldn't close his mouth. His fear lessened considerably, and he happily ran off to make another box of pastries.
The fatty ignored the shop owner, turned, and sat down, picking up a pastry to eat.
He was very curious.
What kind of pastry made the tailor so nostalgic.
Although he didn't know why the tailor wanted this pastry, based on the shop owner's description, he could vaguely guess that this pastry likely had something to do with the tailor's past and held significant meaning for her.
There was no other reason.
According to the shop owner, this pastry was a specialty from the south and was very popular forty to fifty years ago. The fatty recalled that the tailor reportedly became a corpse tailor around forty to fifty years ago.
"It's quite delicious."
The fatty took a bite, tasted it, and then popped the entire small pastry into his mouth.
Compared to his wolfing it down.
The tailor chewed slowly, savoring it.
Seeing this.
The fatty smiled:
"I say, tailor, you don't need to cherish it so much. If you want to eat it, just tell me, and I'll have this boss make more. Since you're my creditor, I'll be your delivery guy for free, running errands to buy pastry ingredients for you."
The tailor said nothing, just looked up at the fatty, and finally nodded, accepting his offer.
Following that.
The two sat at the table, eating and chatting about the recent activities of the Senluo Division in the Northeast. They discussed what the tailor had done in the Northeast while the fatty was looking for the pastry.
Upon learning that the tailor had killed many experts, including those from the five major families of the Northeast and the Weidao Division, essentially offending all major powers in the Northeast, the fatty raised an eyebrow:
"I say, you were supposed to attract attention, but not like this! Are you trying to overturn the Northeast? This has no class, you're more like a villain destined for a quick demise."
As he spoke.
The tailor took a bite of the pastry, her eyes flickering as she said:
"Only by doing this can we thoroughly attract the attention of the Northeast, allowing you to refine the Nation-Suppressing level ghost without any reservations. We only have this one chance. The Weidao Division will be vigilant next time and it won't be as easy as this. So, there can be no mistakes."
The fatty remained silent for a moment, then asked:
"Who were those experts you killed?"
Facing the fatty's question.
The tailor seemed to understand his intention and replied slowly:
"What? Are you feeling patriotic again?"
The fatty pouted:
"What, can't a villain be patriotic? I'm a villain with principles, you know that. That was my only condition for joining the Senluo Division, you know that yourself."
Upon hearing this.
The tailor couldn't help but recall when she had recruited the fatty into the Senluo Division, the condition he had stated for joining, and… his purpose.
At that time.
The tailor valued the fatty's astonishing ghost-like potential, seeing him as a high-ranking member of the Senluo Division. When recruiting him, she had asked why he chose to join the Senluo Division instead of the Weidao Division.
She remembered clearly.
The fatty's answer had made her both amused and speechless.
"As the saying goes, where there is light, there must be darkness. I really like the cool and handsome aura of darkness. But I don't like the opposition between light and darkness. Why can't there be balance? So, I've decided to become the greatest and most classy villain in history, ruling over all darkness."
The fatty said, raising a thumb and pointing to the sky, in a chuunibyo manner:
"When that time comes, I will, by myself, rule over darkness, ensuring darkness is no longer chaotic, nor does it oppose justice. By controlling darkness, I will achieve eternal balance with justice. I will be the first great villain in history where darkness and justice coexist!"
Thinking of this.
The fatty, sitting opposite her at the table, perhaps because he had mentioned his own philosophy, couldn't help but want to lecture her again on his chuunibyo worldview.
The tailor rolled her eyes:
"Alright, alright. I'm not as great as you. Stop trying to brainwash me, it's useless."
"Alas, fine."
The fatty shrugged:
"When you feel like listening someday, just tell me. Little girl, I think you have the potential to be my great villain's second-in-command. I can see that you still have some goodness in you."
Upon hearing this.
The tailor let out a laugh, but it was a cold one:
"Goodness? Fatty, which eye do you see goodness from? Your butt? Do you know how much blood has stained my hands? Just in this trip to the Northeast, I killed seven Qilin Guards, five of whom were at the Ghost King level, fifty-eight ghost exorcists from the Weidao Division, thirty-one fierce ghosts, and twenty-six ghost exorcists not from the Weidao Division."
"These are just the ones I killed personally, not counting the casualties caused by the disturbances I instigated with ghosts in the Northeast."
As she finished speaking.
The fatty was not left speechless by her retort. Instead, he retorted:
"You remember so clearly, how many people and ghosts you've killed? You're not like Glasses, that psycho, why do you remember the people and ghosts you killed so clearly?"
He licked his index finger with his tongue, pretending to flip through a book, and said:
"I read a psychology book about serial killers. It says that killers who remember the number of people they've killed are either extremely psychopathic or have remorse in their hearts. They don't remember the number, but the sin, the sins they themselves have committed."
Seemingly not expecting the fatty to say this.
The tailor froze.
Immediately after.
The fatty asked back:
"So, tailor, which one are you?"
The tailor did not answer, silently watching the fatty.
The fatty, however, paid no mind and continued his analysis:
"I've been out with you before and seen you kill. You were expressionless the entire time. What kind of person can kill without changing their expression? In my opinion, there are three types: one is killing until they're numb, two is being a pervert like Glasses, and three is deliberately trying not to show their true emotions, so as not to be discovered."
"So, excluding the second type, we're left with the first and third. It's hard to judge between the two, but combining what I said earlier, then… hehehe."
He didn't finish speaking, just chuckled, his meaning self-evident.
The fatty was about to say something more.
However, the shop owner happily brought over the newly made pastries, interrupting their conversation.
In response.
The fatty didn't mind. Given the tailor's temperament, even if he said that, she would never admit it. He was just indulging his own desire to talk.
Soon.
After receiving the packaged pastry box, the fatty and the tailor finished their pastries.
"My promise is fulfilled. Next, I'll go and refine the Nation-Suppressing level ghost."
The fatty said.
He didn't plan to return with the tailor. Firstly, the tailor needed to attract attention, and if he followed her so openly, he would also be targeted. Secondly, he had his own mission.
The tailor nodded slightly and watched the fatty walk away before turning to leave.
Before leaving.
The tailor looked down at the pastry box in her hand, then looked up at the vast, prosperous city night view before her, with its dazzling lights and thriving prosperity. She recalled the fatty's words, and then the ghost exorcists and Qilin Guards she had killed.
She murmured softly:
"I'm not as great as you. Your world has a country, but my world only has my mother, only she doted on me."
With that.
She turned and left, her figure disappearing into the bustling city.
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