The villain's way to tame the protagonist

It does have a similar smell to before...but how come it suddenly became so human-like?

"as far as I know."

Anser said leisurely, skillfully pouring the wine on the coffee table into the cup: "Ms. Ming Fuluo, who has severe paranoia, has prepared no less than 20 alchemical puppets. Only she knows where her real body is hidden."

“This is data from three years ago.”

Ming Fuluo pushed up her glasses and said, "So far, the number of my puppets has increased to fifty-six."

"Besides, this is not persecution mania."

The woman raised her eyes to look at Anser, her voice cold:

"Hydra, do you know how many assassination attempts the Aether Court has made against me since you left?"

Anser took a sip of wine and shrugged slightly, chuckled and said, "I asked you to expand the puppet's capacity by nearly three times. Well... the severity of it can be imagined."

Hitana didn't quite understand what was said, and was led by Ansel's hand to sit next to him in a daze.

"Well then, Ming Fu Luo."

The young Hydra put down his glass and said with a smile, "What is it that makes you want to find me so urgently?"

"...As expected of you."

Ming Furo took off her glasses, and her crimson purple pupils contrasted with her cold and ascetic appearance, giving her a subtle and captivating feeling.

"Did you see that my reaction in the transporter room was a performance for the administrator?"

"It's just something obvious, but... considering your usual behavior and the look you put on at the time, they would probably believe it."

Anser caressed Xitana's soft palm leisurely: "After three years, you have made great progress, Ming Fuluo."

Although our Miss Sitana had no idea what the two people were saying, she was enjoying being touched so much that she was too lazy to think about it.

"If I hadn't made any progress, I would have died in the hands of those old guys in the Ether Institute."

She threw her glasses onto the coffee table in front of Anser, and stared at him with her magical purple eyes:

"Hydra, this is my sincerity, and the price I will pay later."

"In exchange."

The woman looked at Anser who was fiddling with his glasses with interest, and her tone relaxed a little:

"I need you to shelter me for a while, and--"

"Oh... you actually managed to achieve systematic digitization."

Anser's tone was quite surprised: "Although it is relatively simple and plain, it is still a huge improvement."

Ming Fuluo frowned slightly: "What are you talking about? Do you think that I can't even reproduce this kind of thing now that I have an idea?"

She was not happy about Anser's praise. On the contrary, a strong feeling of dissatisfaction and even disgust was vaguely floating in those cold words.

But the cold-hearted woman suppressed her emotions almost instantly and continued, "Since you also approve of this thing, then I still need—"

"Well, this little thing is really good."

Anser put his glasses on the coffee table, gently pushed them in front of Ming Fuluo, and said with a bright smile:

"But, I refuse."

"..."

Ming Fuluo looked straight at the gray glasses that were pushed in front of her, then raised her head and stared at Ansel's face.

The slightly contracted purple pupils silently expressed her incomprehension.

"Ming Fuluo."

The young Hydra put his arms around the waist of the girl beside him, let her lie sideways on his legs, and stroked her soft and smooth cheek leisurely.

"You know that when I evaluate and treat a person, I never consider those meaningless etiquette and words. I only use value as the absolute standard."

"So when you sought my cooperation or even asylum, you didn't show any humble or respectful gestures. Because I am such a person, and you are also such a person."

"But you're wrong about one thing, Ming Fuluo."

Anther lowered his head and kneaded Shitana's cheeks and chin with a cheerful smile. Although the girl's face was red, she lay on Anther's legs and let him do what he wanted, enjoying it very much.

He raised his head and said casually, "You think you have the leverage to make me respond, but in fact--"

Anser tilted his head slightly and said in a nonchalant voice:

"You have no value in my eyes anymore."

It's not contempt, nor is it indifference.

Just a kind of, don't care.

In this nonchalant state, Anser lowered his head and continued to play with Xitana with a smile, while still saying nonchalantly: "In the three years since I left the imperial capital, I have thought a lot, and the final conclusion I came to is..."

"Your ideas and talents are worthless to me."

"What's more, I have found something even more precious..."

The evil Hydra breathed softly into Xitana's ear: "Dear Xitana, am I right?"

With her legs together and her body slightly curled up, Xitana moaned in comfort and pleasure. She rubbed Anser's palm and blushed as she gave Ming Fuluo an extremely proud smile of victory:

"Anser is right... Ugh! You, humph... You'd better just stay in your mouse hole and use your puppet to move around every day."

"Auntie!"

Gaba --

The glasses that Ming Fuluo had just held in her hand were crushed on the spot.

"Anther Hydra..."

Ming Furo stood up slowly, her eyes fixed on Anser. The enormous anger she felt almost turned into tangible flames, which would not only burn Anser but also melt this cold iceberg.

"you--"

The woman opened her mouth slightly and moved her lips at first, but she seemed so angry that she didn't know what to say.

"You are so... disappointing!"

She just said this and stood up and left the lounge. The low pressure she exuded made Hitana, who was feeling extremely happy, feel uncomfortable.

After the door of the lounge closed, Xitana twisted her body on Anser's legs and snorted, "Anser, Anser, what's wrong with that girl? She's so weird and crazy. Also, was she really pretending when she went crazy before? I don't think so at all."

Anser stroked Xitana's hair and couldn't help but chuckled, "She was pretending, but she wasn't pretending. She really wanted the people in the Ether Institute to think that she came to me out of anger. But in fact, her anger at that time was not fake. It's just that even if I said so just now, she wouldn't admit that she was really angry."

The young Hydra raised his head slightly and sighed in a low voice with some nostalgia:

"She is... a very troublesome person."

Mingflora Zeger.

A genius who is indifferent to everything and takes himself as the absolute center.

A seeker of truth whose madness is even greater than that of the monsters.

A neurotic idealist who is favored by fate like Sitana.

*

Tower of Babel is a huge research institute located in the southern part of the imperial capital.

Although it is named "Tower", the Tower of Babel is not a traditional magician's tower. The entire complex is composed of huge square houses.

The Tower of Babel is based on broadening the scope of Etherology and enhancing its practical applications. In just eight years, it has become a huge academic organization and practical research institution second only to the Ether Academy in the empire. And with the support of the powerful Princess Ivora, its influence has become more and more powerful. Except for a few basic areas where the Ether Academy has established its reputation and prestige, the Tower of Babel has almost defeated it in other aspects.

And because the Tower of Babel is more secularized, not only does it conduct theoretical research, but it also has a large amount of actual output. Even the Alchemy Association has reached countless cooperations with it, which has led more nobles to show goodwill to it in the face of interests.

By the way, Anser's father Flamel has the title of honorary professor in the Tower of Babel. However, Mr. Flamel, the uncrowned king of alchemy and the great sage who could truly touch eternity, has many academic organizations in the Ether Academy and also holds titles there.

And in a corner of this huge research institute, four hundred meters underground, there is a vast space that even most of the senior executives of the Tower of Babel are unknown to them.

"laugh--"

With the sound of gas escaping, the pure black hatch slowly opened, and a hand covered with mucus grabbed the edge and slowly propped up the body in the cabin.

"Hydra..."

The hoarse and angry voice echoed in the dark underground space.

"Three years, just three years, have you sunk into the hell of those mediocre people?"

Ming Fuluo stood up from the containment chamber, and light green mucus dripped from her blue-gray bangs and fell directly into the pool of solution in the containment chamber.

"……Do not."

She whispered as she stepped out of the cabin. There was no confusion or hesitation in her usually dead and cold purple eyes. At this moment, she was certain of one thing -

"With your talent and ambition, you will never indulge in such a stagnant world."

"What on earth made you become like this? Was it... that stupid beast?"

Ming Fuluo's tone became cold and stern, but at the same moment when she thought of this, in her mind... suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind like a flash of inspiration from heaven.

"……Also a possibility."

Her emotions gradually calmed down, and she whispered, "It is also possible that you did it on purpose and set a trap that I cannot deal with calmly."

The talented sorcerer exhaled slowly and snapped her fingers. The solution on her body automatically flowed into the container, and her body immediately became dry and clean.

"Rather..." Ming Fuluo muttered to herself thoughtfully, "This possibility is greater."

Her mood calmed down a lot. She picked up the gray-white glasses from the cabin, put them on the bridge of her nose and pushed them gently.

"Then you can't be fooled so easily."

Ming Fuluo did not feel complacent about successfully seeing through Ansher's intentions. Instead, she became even colder and more indifferent, and extremely vigilant.

"Three years is enough time for his danger to increase several times... During this time, let's replace No. 35 with No. 17."

She shook her hip-length blue-gray hair and gathered it together casually. Her fingertips created a thin rope out of thin air in the flickering light, automatically tying up her long hair.

There was a slight noise in the darkness, followed by footsteps that gradually sounded and then faded away.

Ming Furo sat on the soft chair beside the cabin in the completely dark environment, picked up the cup of unknown liquid on the table, and took a sip with an expressionless face.

The next moment, six light screens distributed in different positions suddenly unfolded in front of her eyes. Each light screen displayed extremely complex drawings, as well as... data.

"first."

Miss Zeger, whose painting style was incompatible with other techniques, raised her hand and slid it across the light curtain, muttering to herself, "First, build a model of the beast. Is this the guy who has inherited the power of the two heads? Is this unprecedented?"

"I'd like to see you—"

The next moment, Ming Fuluo's expression froze on her face.

Because four hundred meters above, in the Babel Tower Research Institute, the puppets that were active... received an incredible piece of news.

Not long after she left, people from the Ether Court visited Anser.

Although I don’t know what they talked about, there was a piece of news coming from the Ether Institute.

The news came so quickly and suddenly, as if it was delivered specifically for someone.

The empire's genius, His Excellency Ansir Hydra, will visit the Ether Court in three days.

"..."

The cup in Ming Fuluo's hand trembled slightly.

Ether Court. These were the three words Ming Fuluo hated the most in her life.

If there was a way to completely destroy the Ether Institute, Ming Fuluo would immediately take action without hesitation. For her, apart from academic research, the only thing she thought about every day was how to destroy the Ether Institute.

And now, not only did Ansir Hydra reject her request for cooperation, he also stood on the side of... the Aether Court that wanted to kill her and destroy her?

Not only does he deny his own abilities, but he also recognizes the value of those corrupt and decadent people?

The raging rage would almost instantly destroy all of Ming Fuluo's original arrangements, because this matter had touched the bottom line of her bottom line.

"..."

Several streaks of light flickered through the lenses in the gray-white frames.

The future eye of truth, the one who ascended to heaven, the source of the mechanical sorcerers, the pioneer of the new ether era, Mingfulo Zeg whispered expressionlessly.