This Overlord Doesn't Care About Anything

Book 4: Chapter 17: It Won't Be Long Before That Day Comes

Fang Thirteen indeed didnt deceive me since she actually could complete the task of reapply the medicine on me by herself.

Even though she couldnt see, her fingers were quite nimble. After tearing open the bandages, she carefully caressed my skin to determine where my wounds were. Then, she gently applied ointment onto them and carefully wound some new bandages onto me. I knew this was a part of her self-atonement. If I refused her tending to me, Fang Thirteen would definitely feel even guiltier at heart, so I just let her do as she wanted to.

As far as Im concerned, reapplying medicine and rewrapping my wounds was a very easy job, but it filled Fang Thirteens fair face with sweat beads.

After the final bandage was wound, Fang Thirteen remarked:

I feel like the wound has been healing up a bit quicker than I expected. A trained body really does have an advantage in this area. If an ordinary person received such an injury, perhaps

Perhaps they would have died long ago, right?

She didnt finish her words, instead hastily shaking her head, probably unwilling to think any further.

Just the thought of it would make her feel that her little brother was an excessively cruel person.

Fang Thirteen hesitated for a moment before softly asking:

Jade. Do you still remember Ata chopping at you with a blade? When I saw him, he constantly said that it wasnt him. I feel thathe isnt one to deceive me.

He indeed isnt one to deceive you, but how can I possibly tell you these words?

After giving it a little more thought, I decided to fully display my acting skills at this time.

I first went silent for a while, then lowered my voice a little and put on an appearance that nothing was wrong, but deliberately made it so that other people could feel that something was on my mind:

I dont remember. Its possible that I had already fainted at the time.

Then I immediately consoled:

In fact, its not necessarily him who did it. There are times when subordinates under someone will try to guess their masters mind and help them handle some work in order to curry favor. Maybe during the time sir City Lord wasnt present, there was someone who sneaked into the interrogation room and secretly did such things. Haha, I believe that although sir City Lord is a bit rebellious, he isnt such a bad person.

Fang Thirteen was very touched upon hearing this, but then bit her lips as her face cycled through many expressions.

I heard that if theres ever an error within a programmers code, you should never use a direct way of informing him if you want to tell him about it. If you tell him hey, theres an error in your code, hell most likely reply do you understand how to use it, do you know how to deploy a runtime environment, do you know how to code and similar words. But if you politely told him your code doesnt seem to be working as expected, can you help me take a look at if Im using it wrong, the first thing hell do in response will probably be shhit, theres probably an error.

This is a very real phenomenon.

For the same reason, using the method of hitting someone when theyre down isnt necessarily the best way to gain an upper hand. You can deliberately praise a person to a degree that the other party feels that its impossible and make the other party naturally doubt it. What kind of person Fang Lita is, I believe Fang Thirteen is clear about in the deepest recesses of her heart and doesnt require other people to point it out and speak a few good words for him. Instead, it would give Fang Thirteen a kind of feeling that I was taking into account the bigger picture and suffering in silence, thus significantly increasing the guilt she held in her heart.

As I expected, the pressure applied by West-Resisting City and Abyss City became increasingly stronger, so there were many tasks that Fang Thirteen still had to do.

But from what I could make out of her expressions, this event had most definitely become a very small grudge in her heart.

This was enough.

After Fang Thirteen left, Tila came in, sat by the beside, and asked:

What did you and sister Thirteen talk about~! I can see that her mood isnt very good.

I replied:

Nothing much, we just chatted about some things that happened recently.

Tila looked at me with suspicion, but very quickly stopped obsessing about this bit. It could be seen that she was a little girl who couldnt hide things very well. After she started trusting me, she would always become a chatterbox around me. She quickly opened the conversation and spoke very aggrievedly:

You werent wounded by accident were you. Sister Thirteen has recently had to deal with many issues and has been unable to come and take care of you. Theres also me, but I have to take care of sister Thirteen, so sister Thirteen went to discuss with sir City Lord and said that she hopes he can give her two more maids. Can you guess what the result was? That sir City Lord and the surrounding people talked it over for a moment before telling sister Thirteen that manpower has been regulated very tightly recently and that he simply couldnt transfer anyone over.

For the purpose of being cautious, I didnt speak of an opinion but rather smiled like before:

Maybe they really are quite busy?

Tila indignantly placed her hands on her waist, wrinkled her brows, and angrily ranted:

What! Why are you still siding with him! You probably dont know, but after sister Thirteen and I left, I purposefully placed my ear on the door to listen in for a moment. One of the bodyguards whos very close to sir City Lord immediately told sir City Lord perhaps if you give her two maids today, shell ask for more things tomorrow. We have been slowly taking back our authority bit by bit with great difficulty, so these first signs of trouble should be strangled before they germinate; we must strangle Fang Thirteens desires while theyre still small. Tell me if you think these are words that should be said! Im really really angry, those peoples hearts are all black, arent they?

After Tila finished her tirade, she puffed out her cheeks and shipped out an angry and feeling uncomfortable appearance.

Meh, though I havent seen it with my own eyes, the situation was more or less what I expected.

Actually, it wouldnt matter much even if Fang Lita did send a maid or bodyguard to look after me. I would very quickly place the hat of trying to poison me onto their heads and Fang Lita still wouldnt be able to wash the suspicion off of him when that occurs.

Seeing Tila honestly angry, I comforted her a little.

Tila sighed and changed the topic. She smiled at me while praising:

But youre actually quite courageous! I heard that immigrants from West-Resisting City were judged to be moles by sir City Lord, yet you still appeared personally to protect them. If you hadnt appeared personally at the time, sir City Lord probably wouldnt have gone to specially take care of you. Who couldve thought that you were such an affectionate and righteous person.

What do you mean who couldve thoughtdont tell me you mean to say that I dont look like a good person?

I complained.

Tila giggled and clarified:

In the beginning I thought that you definitely had some motives towards sister Thirteen.

As Tila spoke, her voice gradually got lower:

But now I feel that it would be fine if it truly was like that. Sister Thirteen has always been too indulgent to sir City Lord. If she likes someone else, maybe shell become a little more selfish. This way, she wont give out all her love to sir City Lord.

I intended to put my arms beneath my head and rest myself on the pillow to speak, but the resulting pain was mind-tearing and lung-splitting.

It originally wouldnt have been so painful, but Fang Thirteens ointment was too stimulating.

So this is the so-called good medicine tastes bitterno, causes suffering to the body!

Tilas voice gradually become as quiet as a mosquito:

Sister Thirteen said that all I need to do is go over to her at fixed times every day. But this means that whenever she eats, drinks, bathes, and goes to the toilet, all of that becomes something fixed. Especially the toilet part, she has no choice but to hold it in if she feels like going, shell feel too aggrieved living like this! Thats why sometimes I really think about how shes able to persist until now.

I couldnt help but nod.

I also frequently think about this.

Therefore, in order to make her stop suffering one day, I need to make her feel even more stressed and annoyed.

But, it wont be long before that day comesafter all, theres a villain like me here.