The Villain Reborn as Game's Final Boss-Chapter 127: Quite the Opposite

Remzi wanted to deny the possibility of someone controlling the criminals in the empire, as it was just a hypothetical situation that he had imagined.

Also, he found it far-fetched to think such a possibility existed in the first place.

He had no proof to explain his theory.

Even if the downward trend in criminal activities was shown, it didn’t necessarily prove that someone was controlling the criminals.

Even Remzi’s instincts—something that always played a crucial part in helping him find a direction to work on—were quiet on the matter.

There was no actual sign of any empire-wide plan that was framed by some invisible force.

Still, no matter how much Remzi tried to ignore it, everything was leading him to somehow believe in the existence of a broader conspiracy.

That was why Remzi was currently out in the field, trying to evoke his instincts through some blessing.

But even after continued efforts, there was no real result.

Still, Remzi wasn’t one to get disheartened over such things. He always believed patience was the key to success—a phrase that was used by everyone but followed by none.

Arnold had also gone quiet for the moment as the auction was in full swing.

The bids were raised one after the other, and as the biggest investor in the guild, Arnold found the outcome to be quite favourable for him.

Screech!

Hm?

Arnold’s focus shifted to the staff member who had arrived with some refreshments.

"I will advise you to repair that thing or change those wheels altogether. It’s a nuisance for my ears."

"Yes, sir."

The attendant bowed his head in apology before beginning to unload whatever he had brought for them.

Remzi too had turned his gaze to look at the attendant, who for some reason made Remzi’s instincts tingle.

Remzi was not a combat expert, so his cultivation rank was relatively on the lower side, but still his eyes and analytical skills gave him the ability to guess the rank of an individual’s mana core.

The attendant changed the previous glasses with new ones and filled them with drinks that smelled elite.

Every action was professional, yet—

"Since when have you joined the auction house?"

Remzi casually asked the attendant.

No. 762, hearing the question, glanced at the gentleman before him and bowed his head in a polite greeting.

"It’s been a month. I apologize if my inexperience has offended you in any way."

No. 762 spoke with such a polite yet soft voice that even Arnold found it difficult not to like the guy.

Remzi observed No. 762 for a moment before shifting his focus to the way the new glasses were arranged on the table.

"No. You don’t have to worry about that. Actually—"

Remzi paused before raising his head to look into No. 762’s eyes.

"It’s quite the opposite."

Arnold gave Remzi an amused look, seeing him raising his guard against a mere steward.

"You are far more experienced for someone that has joined recently."

"Maybe I am just gifted in this line of work."

No. 762 replied after a short pause, his voice not losing a hint of the earlier politeness.

"Maybe."

Remzi found No. 762’s response the most normal one.

But it was this normality that he found to be the most abnormal thing.

Though the attendants in any auction house were trained to display the refined manners expected in the presence of nobles—especially the nobles with the highest authorities in the empire, including the Dukes and even Royals in some cases—it didn’t mean that they were immune to the pressure of serving guests with such a level of power.

But the attendant before him talked as if he didn’t know who he was serving or—

He didn’t care who was before him.

Maybe...

Remzi had begun to have second thoughts about his analysis.

The abnormality in the empire had become rooted in his mind, making him doubt the attendant for no reason.

Remzi sighed, allowing the attendant to do his work.

He needed a night’s rest to let his mind rest in peace before working again.

Doubting an attendant over the way the drinks were served?!

Could there be anything more funny than that...

"Give him some more diversity. The guy is a little stressed out!"

Arnold’s loud voice echoed through the room once again.

"Yeah, man! Sorry for that. You sure are a professional—maybe I will get a class or two from you."

No. 762 just chuckled in response, moving towards Remzi as he began to fill two new glasses with different wines.

The one with a purple shade was the most premium wine that was currently available, and it was now served only to the VIPs.

Though No. 762 appeared at ease from the outside, he had increased his vigilance the moment Remzi’s eyes were on him.

Being a former criminal, No. 762 knew who Remzi was better than what the public knew about him.

And his presence here was the most unexpected thing.

While formulating the plan, the guest list was checked numerous times to see whether there would be any additions. But this—

The presence of Arnold was in itself a huge obstacle for their plans, but they had already prepared for the possible confrontation.

But Remzi was a variable that was entirely out of the equation.

Though his weak cultivation was a saving grace.

Still, No. 762 knew better. He had to inform the others and speed up their plan before this monster realized what they were onto.

No. 762 had begun to sweat under the possibility of failure that could appear if—

"Are you okay?"

Remzi’s soft voice brought No. 762 out of his thoughts.

"Yes, sir. Thanks for asking—"

"You don’t look good. Is everything alright?"

Remzi didn’t let No. 762 finish his statement.

"Hey! Why are you—"

"Sit with us."

Remzi interrupted Arnold, who was trying to speak for the attendant.

No. 762’s eyes widened for a moment before he quickly bowed his head.

"I appreciate the gesture, but I may have to decline your—"

"That’s fine. I know you have other important things to take care of."

"..."