The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"If I have mastered it, do I still need a contract?"

"Of course I don't believe it, so I think she's going completely crazy."

Ivora said: "You have to be careful. Although Flamel is very strong, his condition is getting worse. You should know this better than me."

"Besides..." The woman paused, "Even if I don't believe her, I still think... there is something fishy about your contract."

She tapped the table lightly with her index finger. "Becoming Hydra's covenant leader means sharing a portion of Hydra's chaotic essence. If this essence is added by one, it is not as simple as one plus one. Otherwise, how come there has never been a person who can withstand the power of two covenants in the thousand-year history of the empire?"

Anser smiled and said, "Xitana is just simply strong enough."

"Simple... Is that strong enough?" Ivora glanced at him and chuckled, "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, then I'll just take it as it is."

She lazily crossed her legs over Anser's again: "We have finished talking about the most important things. We can talk about the rest anytime. The latest things... um, by the way, I heard that Ming Fuluo broke up with you?"

"It's just that she didn't realize her position."

"Ha, it's because you were too nice to her three years ago."

Ivora laughed happily. "A great Hydra actually chased after a warlock with only a little talent... Although the facts prove that you were right, I still can't think clearly now... What were you thinking at that time?"

"Who knows? I can't figure out what I was thinking three years ago."

Anser continued to eat slowly: "Maybe I liked her a little bit at that time."

"like?"

Ivora raised his eyebrows, and the tender soles of his feet began to move in a certain direction, gradually becoming hot.

"Which one do you like? No wonder you're not interested in me."

"It's just that although Hydra and Feast Flame are close, they still have to keep a certain distance, Your Highness."

“There has never been such a rule.”

Ivora sneered: "It's just the weaklings who are afraid of Chaos deceiving themselves."

Having said this, she paused, and her tone became extremely fiery:

"Anser...after you and I succeed to the throne, will you really not consider having children with me?"

The eldest princess' voice was filled with expectation, desire, enthusiasm, and a huge ambition that was almost materialized, but there was not a single emotion towards Anser.

——Similarly, there is no affection for the child that might be born.

"Offspring are the most important thing in life for me and Your Highness."

After finishing his breakfast, Anser wiped his mouth and said, "Your Highness, you should think carefully about this matter."

"...Oh, forget it, there's no rush. Don't worry, in order to keep you thinking about me all the time, I will still keep my virginity, which is meaningless to me."

Seeing that Anser didn't react, her expression became slightly unhappy, but soon returned to that noble and majestic expression that was almost arrogant.

Ivora kicked his feet and said to Anser, "Help me put on my shoes."

Anser looked at Ivora in surprise, then grabbed her ankle, sighed and moved away:

"Your Highness, you are not young anymore. Don't act like a child."

After saying this, he stood up and bowed slightly to Ivora: "I have a lot of things to deal with during this period. If Your Highness has nothing else to do, I will leave first. I'm sorry I won't see you off."

“Hehehe…Hahahaha!”

Ivola's laughter was wild and unbridled. Her figure disappeared in the burning flames and instantly appeared in front of Anser.

"Anther, Anther..."

She licked her lips lightly, and the fire of desire in her eyes almost burned Anser to ashes.

"You are indeed the thing I want most besides this whole world."

"I'm already looking forward to the pleasure I'll get from burning your chaos and pain."

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess laughed happily, gave Ansel a deep kiss on his throat, and then disappeared in the burning flames.

Anser touched his throat, looked at the remaining fire dissipating in the air of the restaurant, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

If this ambitious and fiery princess knew that she would die in such a miserable and ridiculous way in the future, and that the position she was supposed to inherit was snatched away by the person she despised the most...what would her reaction be?

"You are so willful, but..."

The evil Hydra chuckled: "It is precisely because you are such a person that I look forward to that time."

"Think about it... who will be the one who can save you when the time comes?"

In Anser's plan, the four heroes are of paramount importance because they are the key to changing the world and overthrowing the empire.

And in this huge plan, there are many parts that are about the training of some people who are not critical but can also have a significant impact.

After all, useful resources cannot be wasted so casually.

A qualified evil party should use all means to gather all the chips that are of sufficient weight, right?

Chapter 1: The Arrogant Person Who Falls into a Trap (W)

Ansir Hydra's return to the imperial capital means countless signals in the eyes of countless people.

Too many people are paying attention to where this young Hydra, who has been dormant in his own territory for a long time, will go and what he will do after finishing his trip to the north.

The empire during this period was at the most critical moment of inheritance and change. The emperor and the contemporary Hydra were both getting old, and these two successors, one was ambitious, and the other was extremely talented... The passengers on the big ship of the empire were all looking forward to them taking them to a new continent full of gold.

However... before they each succeeded their predecessors' positions and officially took over the empire, the various chaotic factors during this period made the passengers feel uneasy, causing this ship, which had been sailing for a thousand years, to sail into a dangerous sea with lightning and thunder before reaching the New World.

Under the shining of the second sun in the imperial capital, only a few people could see the storm.

Therefore, they attached great importance to Anser. Compared with the arrogant eldest princess, this talented person who enjoyed a high reputation throughout the empire and was polite, gentle and kind was more appealing to people.

After all, in the eyes of these old foxes, the rule-abiding Anser always achieves a win-win situation with his partners. Over time, everyone likes to cooperate with Anser.

Cooperation is a profound art.

But our talented lady Ming Fuluo is obviously not good at this.

"The purification of elements by ether? This kind of question can be solved by just looking it up in a book. It is not worth being a topic for discussion."

"A revolutionary upgrade of firearms... Who do you think you are, the Great Sage Flamel?"

"I say again, don't waste my time with this kind of rubbish."

In the seminar room of the Tower of Babel, Ming Fuluo, who was sitting on the podium, looked at the sorcerers with interesting expressions below. She was silent for a moment, then threw the lecture notes on the table and said coldly:

"A bunch of mediocre people."

Wearing a white coat, she put her hands in her pockets and left the seminar room without giving any respect to this group of up-and-coming talents in the ether academic community.

There were many warlocks coming and going in the white corridor. They were discussing excitedly without paying attention to the occasion or time. When they got excited, they even stopped and danced.

This lively atmosphere of communication permeates every corner of the Tower of Babel, because many of the warlocks who come here are short of resources, or even impoverished due to their obsession with research. They do not have a long-standing master to rely on, nor do they have great nobles to provide resource support... Although they are extraordinary beings, in the field of extraordinary beings, they are no different from struggling civilians.

Perhaps they can live a good life relying on their own abilities, but those who have such thoughts will not come to the Tower of Babel, nor will they be admitted to the Tower of Babel.

Here, there are only seekers who are heading towards the truth.

But... in this enthusiastic atmosphere of seeking the truth, Ming Fuluo still seems out of place.

Whenever she walked by or even approached, the discussions of the people nearby would decrease or even disappear. Most of them would look at this very young but already famous sorceress. Some were envious, some were dissatisfied, some were full of expectations, and some had mixed emotions.

"...Ms. Zeger." Someone in the discussion whispered, "Shouldn't she be leading the seminar now?"

"She..."

An older-looking warlock shrugged. "Maybe they thought those topics were too simple and not worth discussing. They just said 'How boring' or 'A bunch of mediocre people' and turned away."

"This character is just as bad as the rumors say..."

"Haha, geniuses always have the right to be willful. After all, Miss Zeger never disappoints, doesn't she?"

"Speaking of disappointment... Does anyone know how Miss Zeger improved the second-generation floating gun? I am still shocked by the ingenious design and ether circuit structure derived from puppets and guns. The ether flow designed by her is simply a work of art..."

Ming Furo's minor comments were drowned out in a new round of heated discussions. This kind of thing was repeated countless times every day in the Tower of Babel. Ming Furo knew nothing about it, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

Just as she never considered or cared about the theories of mediocre people, after seeing truly great creations, most of the things in this world that were regarded as "truth" became somewhat dull in Ming Furo's eyes.

The woman quickened her pace and came to the teleportation channel specially provided for high-level scholars of the Tower of Babel. After passing the identity verification, she stepped into the light of the teleportation array and arrived at the office floor of the Tower of Babel in an instant.

Compared to the luxurious and elegant style of the old-school warlocks, the decoration inside the Tower of Babel is so clean that it is hard to describe. Even offices, which focus more on dignity and style, still have white walls, white floors and ceilings.

The only things that can be considered decorations are probably the various materials and documents framed and hung on the wall.

Ming Fuluo walked to the door of the room at the end of the office floor with an expressionless face. Without knocking, she pushed the door open and walked in.

"So, your worries are not..."

Inside the office, a middle-aged man with simple clothes and a scholarly air stood in front of the desk and was talking to the man sitting on the chair, but was interrupted by Ming Fuluo who suddenly broke in.

He and the person sitting on the chair looked at Ming Fuluo who was standing at the door at the same time.

"...Zerg." The man said helplessly, "I remember I told you many times that you should at least knock on the door before coming in."

“Rules that waste time don’t need to be enforced.”

Ming Fuluo glanced at the man, then shifted her gaze to the Crown Princess who was sitting lazily on the soft chair, looking at her with a smile.

"Hello, Your Highness." She pushed up her glasses, being unusually polite. "I didn't expect you to come to Babel."

"I don't have anything important to do recently, so I came to ask Hendrick about his progress during this period."

Ivora blew his nails nonchalantly. "We just mentioned you before - the mass production progress of the second-generation floating gun is much slower than I expected."

Ming Fuluo frowned slightly: "The specific production is connected with the Alchemy Association, what does it have to do with us?"

"But the Alchemy Association said that there were design flaws that made it impossible to mass produce the product."

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, her bright red eyelashes trembling and sparking, and the temperature in the entire office instantly rose a lot.

"Impossible." Ming Fuluo answered without thinking, "Regarding the improvement of the mass-produced Hummingbird, I had already made a plan before manufacturing the current independent machine. There is no defect. That is just an excuse for them to delay production."

"That's something you should consider."

Ivola stood up, her flame-colored dress seemed to be burning, with an eye-searing blazing color, telling of the majesty and indifference of the superior.

"If it weren't for me, the Tower of Babel would have disbanded hundreds of times. Did they delay the birth on purpose? Then find out the reason and let them give birth honestly. Do you still expect me to solve all this for you?"

“What I want to see is not the reasons for the problems, but the problems that have been solved.”

Hendrick Londel, the second-generation dean of the Tower of Babel, immediately responded: "You are right, Your Highness. We will find a way to resolve this matter as soon as possible and will not distract you."

"ASAP?"

The eldest princess repeated Hendrick's words.

"...I mean, within seven days, we will solve the mass production problem of Hummingbird."

"Very good." The woman nodded with satisfaction. "In seven days, the reward that Babel deserves will arrive as scheduled."

Just as Ivora's figure was about to turn into flames and disappear on the spot, Ming Fuluo suddenly spoke:

"Your Highness, I would like to ask you for a favor."

"……oh?"

Ivora, whose skirt was already ablaze, turned around and looked at Ming Fuluo with interest: "Please, it's rare for you to say these two words, tell me."

"The Ether Court invites Hydra... I mean the younger one, to visit. You should know about this."

"What, what's the problem?"

Ivora chuckled twice. "In the field of traditional magic, you are far behind the Aether Academy. Although Anser is Flamel's son, he has no interest in alchemy. Is it strange for him to visit the Aether Academy?"

"..."

When Ivola said that "he himself had no interest in alchemy", Ming Furo's eyes twitched slightly.

"...You can understand it as follows." She did not answer directly, but expressed her thoughts expressionlessly, "I will not let the Ether Institute have an easy time."

Hendrick on the side covered his forehead with a helpless look on his face, while Ivora, after a brief moment of daze, laughed happily:

"Hahahaha, great, that's a good reason! I don't like those old bugs very much either. What's more, the little mouse that I hate the most is very close to them."

"That's right."

The eldest princess raised her chin with pleasure and arrogance: "I can give you a reason to intervene, but on the other hand... I will never allow you to fail."

Ming Fuluo pushed up her glasses calmly: "This possibility does not exist, Your Highness."

"Heh, your confidence is still as unpleasant to look at as always, Ming Fuluo."