How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 2 - It was a scene that only appeared in horror movies (2)
Mike's face turned red and purple. "B-But, he stole my gold pocket watch…. Uncle! He stole my watch! The gold one!"
The man asked, "Did you see him steal it?"
Mike: "No, but -"
"Did you find evidence that he stole it?"
"No, but other than him, who would -"
The man's tone suddenly turned extremely callous. "Since he wasn't caught, then he did a good job."
Mike incredulously said, "Uncle, why are you…"
"What about me?" the man sneered. "My older sister is an excellent pickpocket. She can empty out a lady's bedroom without anyone noticing. What about you? You didn't even notice when someone stole your pocket watch, and you almost crippled my cash cow."
The man lowered his head and glanced at Erik. "And you failed to choose a good spot to hurt him," he coldly said. "Now that Erik's leg is fractured, and his back is injured too, who's going to perform magic tricks while he's injured? You?"
Mike's face was flushed as if he had been repeatedly slapped. He was unable to speak for a long time.
In the end, they were uncle and nephew. After scolding his nephew, the man waved his hand to dismiss Mike.
Bo Li carefully thought over their conversation and felt her blood run cold.
Was the law non-existent in this place?
Mike looked like he couldn't be older than 16 or 17, but that man had casually told him his mother was a pickpocket. He had made so many serious mistakes… tying Erik to a horse, having the horse drag Erik, and almost killing Erik. And yet, that man only lightly criticized Mike.
Plus, there were all these strange details: a gold pocket watch, a gallow, a cigar, matches instead of a lighter, and an unfamiliar hand.
… She was most likely no longer in the modern world.
Bo Li took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and continued eavesdropping. She had to hear more useful details to figure out her current situation.
After the man finished with his cigar, he nudged Erik with his boot. "... Can you still speak?"
No response.
The man didn't mind and continued talking to himself. "I know you and Mike want justice, but I'm not a judge or a police officer. I don't care who stole the pocket watch. I only care about money."
"Mike's mom gave me 5,000 francs to care of her child…" the man laughed. "If you can earn 5,000 francs for me, then even if you kill Mike, I won't care. Do you understand?"
(T/N: Francs was the basic monetary unit of Switzerland, France, Belgium, Luxembourg, and several other countries until the introduction of the euro in 1999.)
There was still no response.
Erik didn't make any noise or move. It was as if he had died on the stretcher.
In contrast, Bo Li felt like she was trapped in a freezer. Her heart sank. He was clearly telling Erik that if he made enough money, then he could kill Mike. He was instigating two teenagers to kill each other.
What kind of place was this? Or rather, what era was this?
Bo Li had trouble breathing. She was covered in sticky sweat.
The next second, a young teenager's hoarse voice sounded. "... Got it."
"Good boy," the manager approvingly said, "don't worry. Mrs. Smith learned a lot of prescriptions from the gypsies. You won't get gangrene."
Gypsies? Gangrene?
Bo Li felt slightly dizzy. She had only been guessing before, but now she was absolutely sure that she was no longer in the modern era.
… She had actually transmigrated.
After saying that, the manager thought it over before taking out a bottle and placing it in front of Erik. "Drink whiskey. It'll make you feel better."
Bo Li fell silent. If she wasn't mistaken, half of Erik's body was soaked in blood. How could he still drink whiskey when he was seriously injured?
Erik abruptly raised his hand as if he had been waiting for this opportunity. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey so forcefully that the manager was startled. He held the bottle so tightly that his movement looked like a spasm. He eagerly pulled off the cork with his teeth and drank the contents in one gulp.
The boy next to her didn't think there was anything wrong. On the contrary, he was envious. "That's Scotch Whisky… He stole something. How can the manager still reward him?!"
Bo Li didn't speak. She didn't want to continue watching the abnormal scene. She turned around to observe the surroundings. There were covered wagons, tents, hay, dirty blankets, old gas lamps, and a muddy bucket in the corner.
It seemed that she had really transmigrated. Not only that, she had transmigrated into a completely unfamiliar country.
Bo Li found it somewhat difficult to breathe.
After a while, she realized that her difficulty in breathing wasn't because she was overly scared. It was because her chest was wrapped up too tightly.
The boy was still focused on sighing and didn't notice her abnormality.
Bo Li stealthily turned around, slipped her hand into her shirt, and found a cloth binding her chest
A chest binder? Why did she bind her chest?
Bo Li's mind was a mess. The situation was already tricky enough. Adding crossdressing to the situation made it even more confusing.
She closed her eyes and tried her best to ignore her pounding heartbeat. She continued groping further inside, and her fingers touched something hard and round.
She took it out and saw a gold pocket watch.
Erik didn't lie. He didn't steal Mike's gold pocket watch.
She was the thief!
T/N: Next part will be posted August 9th at 9:15 PM EST.