The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The floating cannons around her were shaking from side to side due to her unstable emotions, and even lasers were faintly condensing at the muzzles.

But Ming Fuluo quickly controlled her emotions, and from the perspective of others, it was almost impossible to tell that she was out of control.

"...No, Lord Anser."

Conrad bowed to Anser and said, "Thank you for your support and tolerance, but I think... if I continue to let Miss Zeger provoke me like this, it will be an insult to the dignity of the Ether Court."

"Would you please allow me to have a brief exchange with Miss Ming Fuluo right now?"

"Since you said so, there is no reason for me to refuse."

When the scene he had been expecting finally arrived, Anser's mouth curled up slightly: "It would be better to say..."

As an innocent spectator, Hydra smiled brightly:

"I'm looking forward to the two of you fighting and seeing what sparks will come out."

Conrad put the scepter in his hand to his waist and said with a confident smile: "I will definitely not disappoint you."

He looked at Ming Fuluo and said, "Since this is the first time we have used ether as our foundation, how about we discuss the topic of manipulating ether?"

"I'm OK."

Ming Fuluo put her hands in the pockets of her white coat: "What about the specific questions? Do you want to do it? Or should I do it?"

"Well, why not..."

The kind-hearted Hydra smiled warmly:

"How about letting me, a third person who is objective enough, set the questions?"

Conrad was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded and said, "If it is Lord Anser who asks the questions, then it must be absolutely fair."

Ming Fuluo was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly, because she didn't believe that Anser had fallen to the point of cheating for this group of vulgar people.

"Then, let's use the most basic spell, Warlock's Hand, to decide the outcome."

Anser said briskly, "Whoever of you can use the Warlock's Hand to make Xitana move one step within thirty seconds will be the winner."

"..."×3

Conrad was silent, Ming Fuluo was silent, and Xitana, who turned to look at the gorgeous murals in the hall, also turned her head away blankly.

"This..." Conrad hesitated for a moment, then said rather tactfully, "Sir Anser, is this question a little...unfriendly to Miss Lance?"

Ming Fuluo was so blunt that it was hard to say what to say: "You think we can't even shake that guy? Are you serious, Hydra?"

“I think this question is very intuitive and simple. It doesn’t require any extra props and the time is short enough.”

Anser smiled and patted Xitana on the shoulder: "Isn't this great? Don't you agree, Xitana?"

"Um...ah? Oh! Yes! Anser is right!"

Although I don’t know why it is related to me, what Ansher said must be right!

"Well, Sitana, you can stand among them."

The young Hydra nudged the girl and said with a low laugh, "Stand firm and don't make a fool of yourself."

"Um, can I ask what the Warlock's Hand is?" Sitana scratched her head.

"To put it simply, it is to use the ether to create a non-existent 'hand' and use it to interfere with entities."

"Oh...well, it's still a hand anyway, right? It's just that you can't see it?"

Xitana understood everything: "That's it, whatever."

She just walked casually between Conrad and Ming Fuluo, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked left and right.

"Who will start first?" The girl rubbed her neck, looking indifferent.

"Conrad, you start first." Ansel made the decision for both of them.

Conrad nodded slightly, put his hands behind his back, and just stood there.

"..."

Sitana turned her head and looked, her face full of confusion.

Conrad's expression changed slightly when being stared at like this. He began to stretch out his hand and made a dragging motion towards Shitana, but Shitana was still confused.

"and many more……"

After three or four seconds, the girl suddenly realized: "So you have already started!"

"What are you doing? I thought you were just standing there in a daze."

She moved her limbs and seemed to feel a slight traction on her body, but it seemed that there was no traction, so she said impatiently: "Why don't you use more force? Isn't it said that it is a hand? No matter how weak the hand is, at least I can feel that something is pushing me."

This outstanding talent from the Ether Academy gritted his teeth and actually took out the scepter from his waist. If people knew that he had to go through a medium to use the Warlock's Hand, he would be ridiculed for who knows how long.

However, even so, in the following time, even if he used too much force to circulate the ether so that veins popped out on the back of his hands, the girl standing there just yawned on the spot.

"It's boring."

She curled her lips and turned to look at Ming Fuluo: "Hey, Stinky Face Monster, it's your turn."

"..."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, but from her eyes, it could be seen that although she didn't think that Xitana could remain motionless under the push of her warlock's hand, she definitely didn't underestimate Xitana like Conrad did.

The model built based on those simple data told Ming Fuluo one thing.

This guy... this beast might be a more terrifying monster than she could have imagined.

She held the spellcasting medium and began to activate the Warlock's Hand to try to shake Xitana's body, and then even the flow of ether in her body came to a halt.

Because the feedback from the warlock's hand indicated that this was not something that could be described as weight at all, but was pushing the mountains that seemed to be rising from the land!

"Hey...you are not that different from him."

Xitana looked at Anser boredly: "Anser, how many seconds are left? I don't think it's necessary."

"That won't work. The thirty seconds must be full, otherwise it won't be fair to Ming Fuluo."

"Fill it up..."

As she muttered this... the Wind Head's terrifying perception allowed Hitana to vaguely grasp something.

weakness……

The monster that carries the power of two kinds of heads murmured in his heart.

It seems like it’s the weakness of ether, the...weakness of magic?

What would happen if this thing were destroyed?

The rather bored Xitana rolled her eyes slightly. She already hated Ming Furo very much, and suddenly she had a bad idea.

She clenched her fists slightly, silently sensing the invisible force that was constantly pushing or pulling her. When the weak point was gradually approaching... she suddenly threw a punch without any warning.

To others, it looked like Xitana punched the air for no apparent reason, but the other three people present had already sensed that at that moment, Ming Fuluo's warlock hand...

It was smashed to pieces by a single punch from Sitana.

Not only Ming Fuluo, but even Conrad fell into a daze.

How can a physical blow break a spell? That's not a physical blow? Did she attach an etheric membrane in an instant, or some other method...

When the two were confused, Xitana had already walked to Anser, scratching her head, and said rather embarrassedly: "Anser, I, uh... did I accidentally mess it up again?"

"Messed up? Well... not really."

Anser chuckled: "This question tests the degree of control over the ether. Although Conrad's sorcerer's hand failed to make Xitana move, at least she didn't sense the flaw; but Ming Fuluo..."

Fair Hydra, who had nothing to do with the whole thing, spread his hands slightly and said, "Ming Fuluo obviously made a mistake in the process of ether manipulation, which led to Xitana shattering the warlock's hand. So there is no doubt... Conrad wins this round."

Young Mr. Conrad breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xitana who was leaning against Anser with awe, and whispered, "Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Anser."

"..."

Suddenly, the crisp sound of heels hitting the ground was heard in the hall.

Ming Fuluo walked past Anser, Xitana, and Conrad expressionlessly, without turning her head or looking at anyone:

"continue."

After throwing down these two cold words, he walked forward.

Ansher looked at the tall figure shrouded in a white coat, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Only he, the man who knew Ming Furo best in the world, could hear the deep anger in these two simple words.

Just as he expected, this future wise lady fell step by step into a quagmire trap from which she could not extricate herself.

Chapter 8: Stormy Unfolding (K)

Imperial Capital, Ether Square.

Ming Fuluo was sitting on a bench, looking down as she flipped through a thick book. The ancient characters embossed in gold on the spine of the book proved the book's great value.

But as she watched, her brows gradually furrowed, and a look of deepening disgust emerged on her usually indifferent and cold face.

“Why do some people always equate antiquity with truth?”

This young warlock, who already had a great reputation in the academic world but also had mixed reviews, whispered indifferently and put the book aside.

"...This kind of thing actually requires a lot of resources to be retrieved in the Ether Institute."

The woman sneered, then pulled out a stack of letter paper from the inner pocket of her coat?

Ming Fuluo began to read the letters. Soon, the ice on her face that had never melted for thousands of years began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In stark contrast to the increasingly disgusted look he had shown when reading the ancient book, his pair of purple eyes, which seemed eternally cold and almost emotionless, now glowed with a vivid and moving brilliance. His head moved slowly along the letter paper, and his intoxication and obvious joy were as if he was tasting some rare delicacy.

——Even these letters, she had read them carefully dozens of times, and the earliest one more than a hundred times.

And today, she did not invest her extremely precious time in endless study and research, but also for the purpose of... waiting for the pen pals who had sent her these letters one after another during this period of time.

A person who even she was impressed by, and admitted without hesitation that she was far inferior to the other party's talent in design and creation.

To be honest, Ming Fuluo didn't know how long it had been since she had felt the emotion called "expectation".

The first time she flipped through a book, the first time she drove the ether, the first time she used a spell... As she grew older, there were fewer and fewer things that Ming Fuluo looked forward to, and more and more things that she hated.

Until now, she, who has only studied and created in her life, has finally welcomed that expectation again.

The anticipation that made her heart flutter.

Du, du, du—

The sound of the cane came closer and closer, but Ming Fuluo, who was still immersed in the letter manuscript in front of her, did not notice it.

"Um... hello, young lady."

"..."

Ming Fuluo, whose reading was interrupted, raised her head. The cold expression on her face was probably enough to scare a child into going back to find his mother.

However, the person who appeared in front of her... was really a child.

To be precise, he is a big boy between a child and a teenager.

He has beautiful, bright golden hair that reminds people of the gentle but not glaring sun. His face, which is youthful but becomes more handsome with age, has an unimaginable and terrifying killing power on women of all ages.

Especially those ocean-blue eyes that seemed to encompass everything, so pure, yet so deep.

——But Ming Fuluo didn't buy it. No matter how good-looking the child in front of her was, she only knew that this kid ruined her reading experience.

"If you have something to say, tell me what it is."

Ming Fuluo stared at this kid who obviously came from a prominent family and had an extraordinary family background, and said expressionlessly.

Normally, a normal child would have been scared away by her tone and expression, but this aristocratic kid simply tilted his head, and then a smile slowly spread across his face.

Ming Fuluo hated this kind of smile, and also hated people who showed this kind of smile, because such people were troublesome, very troublesome, more cunning than a fox, and more slippery than a loach.

"Although I wasn't sure at first," he said slowly, "but now, judging from your tone and temperament..."

"You are A Luo, right?"

"..."