Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 70: I Have Special Money-Grabbing Techniques

Thank you.

It should have been an utterly ordinary phrase.

Yet it was something you’d never hear from someone ungrateful.

Yveste was a prime example of such a person.

Her personality was vile, her temper atrocious, and she usually carried an icy arrogance that made anyone want to steer clear of her.

In Lynn’s original view, there was no way that word could ever come out of her mouth—unless something was wrong with her brain.

And yet, tonight, Lynn seemed to have witnessed a once-in-a-millennium event.

She… actually thanked him?

Lynn was dumbfounded.

More than that, he even felt a little flattered.

Because it was just so rare.

So rare that he could hardly believe it.

Under the influence of the Lie Eater, he maintained a solemn demeanor, unsure of how to respond.

What… just happened?

While Lynn’s mind was spinning in confusion, Yveste suddenly spoke again.

“By the way, there’s something I lied to you about,” she said, almost as if speaking to the hypnotized Lynn in front of her, or perhaps to herself.

?

Lynn’s curiosity piqued again.

“You’re actually the first dog I’ve ever kept,” she said, resting her chin lightly in her hand as she gazed out the window. “That previous one I mentioned belonged to Shirina.”

“And to get back at her, I strangled her favorite puppy to death on her birthday.”

Even though she was recounting something chilling, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Yveste’s lips, as if recalling a fond memory.

What Lynn didn’t know was that this had been her darkest secret, buried since she was twelve years old.

For some reason, she chose to reveal it now, in this moment.

It was profoundly strange.

Hearing her words, Lynn’s expression darkened.

You think framing it like this will make me happy?

Her “first dog” or whatever… Wait.

Come to think of it, hasn’t he been responsible for a lot of her “firsts”?

Her first hypnosis, her first time being saved, her first gift of stockings, her first “thank you”…

What a sinful man I am, Lynn thought wryly.

He couldn’t help but wonder how much her storyline would derail when he eventually left her side one day.

“Never mind,” Yveste said, shaking her head. “What’s the point of telling ‘you’ about this now?”

She then raised her hand to cancel the hypnosis.

“Forget everything I just said.”

The next second, Lynn’s consciousness returned to his body.

“…Why is my mask off?”

Lynn stared blankly at the raven mask beside him, his acting skills instantly reaching new heights.

He’d forgotten about that.

Seeing his confusion, Yveste frowned slightly but didn’t panic.

“Don’t worry,” she said, resuming her usual demeanor, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “I just hypnotized you earlier to make you perform a strip dance. You must have forgotten to put the mask back on at the end.”

“I must say… your dancing wasn’t half bad.”

This woman is adding drama to my life again, Lynn grumbled inwardly.

But outwardly, he didn’t let his emotions show, instead maintaining a solemn expression in his seat.

Seeing his lack of response, Yveste felt a bit bored and casually steered the conversation back to business.

“Do you have confidence in the agreement with Uncle Tyrius?”

“Of course.”

“Ten days?”

“Just ten days.”

“Then go for it. Show them how exceptional a subordinate of Yveste Roland Alexini can be.”

“As you command.”

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“You actually came back alive?”

The moment Lynn returned to the estate, Greya greeted him with a look of astonishment.

He had witnessed Lynn’s astonishing performance tonight, with one twist after another, like a rollercoaster ride.

To think that even the iron-blooded duke, a man with a military background, had spared Lynn’s life.

Dodging Greya’s attempts to inspect him for injuries, Lynn shook his head and said, “I just killed two dogs. What price would I need to pay?”

“That was the heir to the Mosgra Family!” Greya corrected him loudly.

“The Mosgra Family has plenty of heirs; he’s not the only one,” Lynn shrugged. “Besides, he’s just an heir.”

“As long as their core figure—the so-called Valkyrie—remains alive, that family can always make a comeback.”

With less than a month until their return to the Imperial Capital, Lynn had already begun making plans for certain matters.

However, for now, there was a more pressing task at hand:

Helping Duke Tyrius reclaim tax revenues and, to some extent, weakening the faith in the Divine Order Church.

The former wasn’t as restrictive as it seemed.

He simply needed to recover enough funds to cover military expenses within ten days.

Of course, the money had to come from the local church’s "cake." Only by doing so could Duke Tyrius vent his frustration and reclaim his dignity while making money.

As for the latter, it was even simpler.

To undermine faith in a church, one only needed to shake the people's confidence in it.

To put it plainly, it was about making them question the beliefs they had always held dear.

And how could he make them question those beliefs?

By creating a situation where these ignorant masses felt they had been deceived on an unprecedented scale.

With that in mind, Lynn said, “Get some rest tonight. We’ll likely be very busy in the coming days.”

Greya gave him a thoughtful look. “You already have a plan?”

“Of course,” Lynn nodded. “When it comes to collecting taxes, there are basically two methods.”

“What are the two?”

“Forceful collection and lawful collection.”

“What’s forceful collection?”

“Bring some men, raid their house, and take everything.”

“…And lawful collection?”

“Come up with a plausible reason first, then bring some men, raid their house, and take everything.”

Greya stared at him, stunned. “That’s still so violent!”

“Just kidding,” Lynn said, patting his shoulder. “But that’s more or less the framework.”

“Do you seriously think gentle methods alone will make those greedy parasites cough up everything they’ve swallowed?”

“Oh, by the way, make sure to gather enough manpower tonight to rush the production of these items…”

As Lynn whispered instructions, Greya’s frown deepened.

“Will this really work?” he asked, visibly skeptical.

“You’ll find out when the time comes,” Lynn replied confidently.

The next morning.

Amid the clamor and noise, countless citizens and passersby packed the largest municipal square in Orne City until it was impossible to move.

Situated near King’s Avenue, the square was already the city’s busiest and most crowded area. Today, the traffic had multiplied several times over.

The crowd murmured among themselves as they stared at the center of the square.

What are those for?

Looking at the row of glass boxes that had suddenly appeared, the same question arose in everyone’s mind.

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