Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 205 Taking Over Power

The two of them had their own hidden agendas, but because they had settled down, they maintained the usual harmony. After sleeping together for a night, Cress got up and saw Vincent still lying lazily on the bed. She suddenly felt unfair and turned around.

Kick him: "Get up."

Vincent raised his hand and held Cress' stretched out ankle, and restlessly ran his fingers up her calf: "What am I doing when I get up? Do I have any business?"

Cress only wore the upper half of her clothes, and her lower body was still empty, which gave Vincent an opportunity to climb up the pole.

She took back her foot and said, "Your former subordinates should be under your control. They will also listen to you more."

Vincent sneered, obedient? What kind of words are you listening to? He is a "betrayer". How can a "betrayer" convince the crowd? Of course, with his ability and skill, it is not difficult to convince the crowd, but the question is why he

Going to do it.

"Didn't you raise me?" Vincent half-propped his body from the bed, revealing his strong belly and waistcoat line. He showed off the lines of his body generously, with a slight and ambiguous smile on his lips, "I don't just want to serve you.

Just be happy?"

Kress stretched out her hand and poked his abdominal muscles, with the same excellent touch as always: "Let's talk about it after we return to the Demon Clan. Then I will lock you in the room and not give you clothes to wear. You can eat or drink if you want.

You can only kneel down and beg me for water. I will reward you with some food and water when I am happy. What do you think?"

"Heh," Vincent stretched out his long arms, pulled Cress back to the bed, sat on his lap, and whispered in her ear, "Then do I have to call you 'Master'?"

The two of them teased each other without shame for a long time, and Vincent was finally willing to get up.

He followed Kress directly into the hall, entered the meeting room of the City Lord's Mansion, and even sat down under Kress.

He naturally attracted the attention of many people, but who was Vincent? He sat calmly and exchanged something with Cress in a low voice without changing his expression.

With just a few glances, he could clearly see the situation in the conference room.

There were about twenty people attending the meeting, half of whom were from the Abandoned Avenue, and the rest were the people brought by Cress from the Demon Clan and the old nobles.

"Where are the original nobles in the south?" Vincent asked. He was referring to the nobles who had been replaced by the demons as their own. Those nobles were lurking in the south, quietly growing in strength. When the demons needed it, they could

Take off your mask and cooperate with the demons to rise up.

Kress replied: "In the rear, they are unwilling to go to the battlefield. When the time comes, they will either be sent back to the demon clan, or they will be left to continue to manage their original territory."

"They are quite smart." Vincent commented.

Isn't that smart? There is no danger in hiding in the rear. The work of risking death is all done by others. Whether it is to return to the Demon Clan or to continue to stay and operate the territory in the future, considering that they have been working hard for so many years, the Demon Clan will not say anything.

Treat them badly.

Cress chuckled: "They have worked hard these years, and it is not easy to lurk in the human race."

Is it not easy to lurk in the human race? It’s okay to deceive others with these words. Vincent still doesn’t understand the nobles of the human race. Before Fred made up his mind to rectify these nobles who occupy the pit and do nothing, most of the nobles still lived a good life.

It is extremely nourishing, just squeezing the civilians in the territory is enough, not to mention that this place is far away from the royal city, and they don't know what the royal city is doing.

He looked at Cress and suddenly felt blessed: "Are you really going to let them go?"

In Cress's eyes, what's the difference between a group of people like that and trash? After being pampered and raised in the human race, can they really adapt to the demon race's culture of respecting the strong?

Cress' eyes flashed: "Sure enough, you are the only one who understands my heart best."

Of course, Cress had no intention of letting them return to the Demon Clan. When they needed to escape, it would be perfect for this group of people to be used as bait for the queen.

The way they whispered so affectionately made people angry.

"Sister," a gruff voice said, "Sister, don't you explain it to me?"

Cress and Vincent looked over. He was a man that both Cress and Vincent were familiar with. He didn't have much brains, but the prisoner had brute strength and a single-minded personality. He would follow the bastard when he saw the same thing.

He still bit it and wouldn't let go.

"Davin, long time no see." Vincent said hello in a relaxed tone.

Dawen naturally didn't bother to talk to him, and he didn't even want to give him a look.

Vincent, who was asking for trouble, shrugged and looked at Cress.

Davin was pushed out to target him. Everyone knew about Davin's problems. A few words could incite him to take action. Even if Vincent was offended by Davin, he could only hold his nose and swallow this dumb loss.

Cress pretended not to notice Vincent's gaze. Obviously she wanted Vincent to solve the problem by himself. She knew that Vincent had such ability.

But the problem is that Vincent didn't intend to be too pushy.

"Everyone is free," he raised his hand, "don't worry about me, I'm just Miss Cress's male favorite, I won't interfere with you."

This sentence made no one react.

Vincent? Male favorite?

In the eyes of others, these two words are completely unrelated.

"What are you doing?" Cress tugged on his clothes and asked through gritted teeth, "You're talking about something serious."

Vincent smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Why, Miss Cress just promised me in bed this morning, and now it doesn't count?"

This sentence contains a lot of information, and others find it surprising but also reasonable.

After all, these two people didn't get together for a day or two.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Cress felt like she didn't know Vincent anymore. "We'll talk about this when we get back. Now..."

"I don't want to," Vincent interrupted her, knowing what she was going to say, "I feel that my life was quite tiring in the past few decades, and now I want to change to a relaxed lifestyle."

Is a relaxed lifestyle just about being a man's favorite? Cress sneered inwardly. She didn't believe that there were people in this world who were willing to give up their rights after tasting the sweetness of them.

In the final analysis, Vincent was just threatening her. With his words, the person who needed to give an explanation changed from Vincent to her.

She clearly knew that Vincent was a traitor, so why was she still willing to let him surrender? If this problem was not solved, the people on the Abandoned Avenue would definitely be resentful.

She brought Vincent here to suppress the situation, not to ruin it.

Cress took a deep breath. She was indeed threatened, so she could only say: "That was just a scene between me and him. I need someone who can break into the aristocracy, and he is the best candidate.

, isn’t it?”

(End of chapter)