The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Desire without control becomes dry and tasteless; desire without control becomes disgusting and nauseating.

Anser looked at his fingertips, thinking about what had just happened, and couldn't help laughing.

Because to some extent, Ming Fuluo just now was obviously more ridiculous than him.

But there's nothing wrong with that, or rather...it's very good.

Ming Furo, who uses so-called rationality and reason to control everything, is so similar to her previous self...

Will she also, like herself, eventually fall into Sitana's love, and in the process of endlessly convincing herself with reason... fall into her own abyss?

"It's really... exciting, Luo."

Chapter 9: This family is all sick (K)

Still in the dim underground laboratory, Ming Furo stared at her original body in the dim light with cold eyes.

“We are almost completely disconnected, and there is even a possibility that we will not be able to go back at all.”

The index finger with iron-like light touched the center of the eyebrows of the soft flesh, but the strong feeling of stagnation and even rejection made Ming Furo's heart fall to the bottom.

The soul can never return to its body. This is the worst case scenario.

In order to fight against the Ether Institute, this puppet had undergone minor adjustments in its specific functions and specialized in combat, but was lacking in other aspects.

This kind of puppet is the least suitable place for Ming Furo's soul to temporarily reside.

There was no fifth-level warrior proficient in soul magic in the Tower of Babel. Even if there was, it would be impossible to quickly remove the restrictions that Soran had set on her.

She tried to use her puppet body to control the puppet, but the performance was extremely poor and there was no way to use it normally.

"...Until this problem is solved, the best option is to stay in the safe house, but the problem is-"

The problem is that the Alchemy Association is still holding up the mass production of the second-generation floating cannon Hummingbird.

Hendrick, the leader of Babel, had just made a promise to Ivora that Babel would solve this problem within seven days, but now...

If she didn't show up and stayed in the safe house, it would be impossible to solve the problem - because Ming Furo was sure that there were no flaws in the design of the mass-produced Hummingbird, and it must be the Alchemy Association that was interfering.

"Alchemy Association..."

Ming Fuluo slowly tightened the alchemical carving knife on the table and said word by word: "Hydra, is it you again?"

As the son of Flamel, the monster who was almost worshipped as a god by the Alchemy Association, it is easy to imagine how much influence Anser has in the Alchemy Association.

As he and Ivora are the two most important gods in the empire, their relationship naturally needs no further explanation...

The suffocating rhythm of oppression, which is one ring after another, is a thousand times stronger than the Ether Institute, which only knows how to assassinate people.

It had only been three days since I came back, but I had almost driven myself to the brink of death.

But Ming Furo didn't want to praise Ansher for this, and she didn't want her to be the one who had the good fortune to enjoy this rhythm.

Under the dim light, Ming Furo stared at her own body and fell into deep thought.

How can we find a way out? What does the bet that Hydra mentioned mean? If he really wants to do what he said and bury his beliefs and ideals in paranoia and madness, what will he do?

Various possibilities flashed through her mind. The power that Anser could mobilize in the imperial capital was too enormous, and he himself was one of the most powerful forces. Even if the devil kept saying that he would not directly threaten her personal safety and freedom, if he really wanted to trip her up, it would be impossible to defend against it.

The woman's slender index finger slowly stroked her body, and she murmured thoughtfully:

"In other words, the breaking point lies in... the person who made the bet with Hydra."

"Who is the person who is qualified to gamble with Hydra?"

If you want to break the situation, you must recognize your current situation.

The current situation is that she is now a chess piece placed on the adventure chessboard by two big men. In order to decide her "future", those two nasty and boring guys will either lend a helping hand out of compassion and kindness, or bring disaster upon her cruelly and viciously.

With every move she made, she had no idea whether the sign on the chessboard was a blessing or a curse.

How... superior.

"From the way Hydra launched this time, it can be seen that they are not bystanders. Not only will they not sit back and watch the situation develop, they will even take the initiative to influence me, either overtly or covertly, and the force is not small."

Ming Fuluo immersed her body into the container filled with light green liquid, pushed her glasses lightly, and sat on the large soft chair.

Six light screens spread out before her eyes. Ming Fuluo stared at the data and whispered to herself:

"In other words, this is a game between Hydra and his gambling friend. If the premise is not to directly restrict me, then the key to this game is -"

Aether surged from the puppet's core to the fingertips, dragging the curtain of light with it, and the woman's eyes then fixed on one of the scenes.

Hendrick was talking to a man in an ink-colored robe. Behind the robe, a sun with eyes embedded in it was hanging in an inverted triangle.

The logo of the Alchemical Society symbolizes their desire to gain insight into the truth.

Ming Fuluo stared at them and tapped the table lightly. Many possibilities instantly emerged in her mind.

She seemed to understand something, and her purple eyes under her gray glasses reflected the light on the screen:

"For the guidance of my choice?"

"At a certain moment, perhaps even a moment that I may not even be aware of, under the multiple influences of various external factors, the choices I make will determine whether I, as a chess piece, will receive help or suffer disaster."

"In this way, everything the chess piece sees will always be at their mercy. Only by standing at the same height as them can there be a chance of survival."

"Their height, that is..."

“A chess player’s perspective.”

It's easy to say, but how can the perspective of a chess player be captured by a chess piece that doesn't even know where to land?

Resources, power, energy... Even the Ether Court was unable to cope with the Tower of Babel, so how could it fight against the behemoth entrenched in the empire?

Ming Fuluo could not obtain information from the chess players' perspective, and could not see their distant designs and traps, but she could do one thing -

If she just looked at herself, looked down at herself from a higher level and angle, instead of looking away, this would be easy for Ming Furo.

Just this is enough. There is no need to see the distant future, you just need to see the road under your feet as clearly as possible.

Ming Fuluo stood up after getting the answer. She silently added as much armament to the puppet as possible, and then walked towards the long corridor outside.

The chess piece being played whispered coldly:

"Control yourself, Mingfuluo."

*

The Alchemy Guild, an independent sorcerer organization, is looser than the Ether Academy and the Tower of Babel, and has even fewer members, but it plays a vital role in the sorcerer system of the entire empire.

Firstly, most of the extraordinary artifacts are produced by alchemists, and most of the extraordinary materials can only be processed smoothly by alchemists; secondly...alchemists are the most powerful among all branches of sorcerers.

Anser didn't know where the stereotype of alchemists in games and entertainment films and TV shows, who only knew how to sit in workshops and tinker with tools and had weak combat power, came from in that world. But in this world, no one doubted the power of alchemists.

Alchemy is creation, and creation is one of the most complex and difficult things in the world.

Alchemists have an absolute mastery of ether that is superior to all other warlocks, a deep understanding of various elements, and the most complete and perfect equipment, and even a bottomless reserve of ether magic crystals. If they are of the same rank, it is almost impossible for an alchemist to lose to another warlock.

This is true in combat, but what about in other areas?

Spellcasting media that can enhance the effects of sorcerers' spells, all kinds of wonderful and precious supernatural artifacts, materials that must be specially processed when casting spells or conducting research... No sorcerer would be so stupid as to offend an alchemist, just as every sorcerer aspires to become an alchemist.

And at this moment, these elites who stood at the top of the warlock field and forced all warlocks to treat them with respect and even caution for fear of offending them, are now like waiters in a restaurant, surrounding a distinguished guest who came to the Alchemy Association. They are even more fawning and humble than the waiters, with their arrogance at first and respectfulness at the end, and their trying hard to smile.

"Sir Anser, I have ten lava dragon teeth here—"

"Lord Anser! Last month I dug out from the ruins of the previous dynasty——"

In the Alchemy Association, this group of crazy alchemists surrounded Anther in three layers. Hitana was confused by this exaggerated scene. She looked at this group of warlocks with a blank face. She didn't know what was wrong with them and they were crazy about giving Anther this and that.

Fortunately, before the surging crowd surrounded Anser for long, someone rescued him.

"spread."

As if with an overlapping effect, the solemn voices echoed in the spacious and luxurious hall of the Alchemy Association. All the alchemists surrounding Anther stopped in unison, and then involuntarily made way for Anther.

Young Hydra looked up and saw a gray-haired, kind-looking old man on the second floor who was smiling and waving at him.

"Sir Pala, long time no see."

Anser smiled and greeted the old man: "Your power of truth is becoming more and more perfect."

"It's just a cheap trick."

Para Celsus, the current president of the Alchemy Association, one of the nine highest seats in the Aether Academy. The above two identities combined are not as important as his identity.

Flamel Hydra is one of the extremely rare...real students of alchemy.

"It's you, Anser." The old man stroked his white beard with a smile, "When we couldn't think of who you would choose as the leader, you actually found a genius in the north who can carry the power of two leaders."

He looked at the young man downstairs who had a gentle smile and was very approachable, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Just two contracted heads... are enough to make you so strong."

Only a truly strong person can see the changes that have taken place in Anser.

That was the gradually awakening breath of the monsters born in the abyss, and the deterrence that was supplemented by the unparalleled power... Otherwise, Ivora would not have been so surprised by Anther's return, and what Soran said to Anther at that time was not a joke.

Of course, these powerful men are in awe of Anser. They have maintained a certain degree of awe towards him since Anser was born.

But this awe comes from Hydra's identity, and now the awe... has begun to move closer to the power that Ansor himself possesses.

"Come up first."

In front of Anser, stairs appeared out of thin air, building a path for Anser to the second floor. The old man said kindly: "Don't let the teacher know that I neglected you."

Ansher nodded slightly, then stepped onto the stairs floating in the air. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the girl who was staring at the stairs left and right, as if worried about their stability, and chuckled as he stretched out his hand to her.

Shitana's face became slightly redder, but she put her hand into Anther's palm without any hesitation. The moment their palms touched, she immediately held Anther's hand tightly, and the messy thoughts in her mind disappeared in an instant.

Pala looked at Xitana's slightly red face and the genuine smile and tenderness on Ansher's face. He was so surprised that he was stunned for two seconds. Then a kind smile appeared on that old and kind face.

He looked at the boy and girl holding each other's hands and walking up the stairs step by step, and similar yet different scenes seemed to appear in his eyes.

"I hope you won't blame me for being so presumptuous as to come to visit you without any notice."

"I'm sorry?"

The old man laughed and said, "I don't know how many people in the Alchemy Association are looking forward to your being so presumptuous. Look at them—"

He pointed his cane at the group of alchemists in the first floor hall who were looking up at Anser eagerly, and said unhappily: "Young people nowadays are counting on meeting a teacher to achieve success overnight..."

The old man shook his head: "Instead of focusing on the right path, you just think about taking shortcuts all day long. Come on, Anser."

"Ok?"

Pala suddenly changed the subject and said seriously, "When will the teacher come back? As a student, I think it is very necessary for me to visit him as soon as possible."

Xitana looked at the kind old man in shock, as if she was surprised that the old man could be so thick-skinned, while Anser smiled and said, "Soon, he should be back in a week to half a month."

"That's good... I have plenty of time and can prepare a gift properly."

The old man who said this first looked at Anser, and then looked at Xitana without saying a word.

He led Anser to the internal teleportation array of the Alchemy Association, and at the same time returned to his initial appearance as a kind old man: "Anser, although everyone is looking forward to your arrival, it is indeed not your style to visit suddenly without prior notice."

"I just heard something that I found interesting." Anser said leisurely, "At the same time, I also wanted to see what the Alchemy Association is like now. Now it seems that..."

He looked at the various types of guns hanging on the wall and couldn't help but smile and said, "Some of them are beyond my imagination."

In fact, when Ansher and Ming Furo designed the first ether gun together, he had already imagined how big a storm this thing would cause.

But it turned out that he had underestimated the violent innovation.

In just one year, guns have become one of the most important weapons for extraordinary people. Even civilians know that the thing that can make a loud noise is extremely dangerous. Although there is no war in the empire, the open and covert struggles between nobles, the friction between territories, the relics of previous dynasties hidden in the vast land, the threats of countless monsters and evil beasts... and most importantly, the increasingly collapsed order under Efesand's rule, all make violence more and more necessary.

With this thing, Babel gained Ivora's recognition and made a lot of money. Although it was still small compared to the Ether Academy, just as Ansor had promised Ming Furo, it allowed Babel to gain a foothold in the imperial capital.

As for the Alchemy Association...Since Babel Tower is certainly not large enough to produce firearms on a large scale, nor is it qualified to monopolize its design concepts, they were smart enough to hand over the design principles of the Ether firearms directly to the Alchemy Association as soon as possible, which was a win-win situation for both parties.

As for today, the Alchemy Association has become, um... in the words of that world, the world's largest arms dealer, bar none.

"I never thought that in such a short period of time... the Alchemy Association would undergo such changes."

Following Anser's line of sight, Pala saw the various firearms framed and hung on the wall as exhibits, and shook his head.

"We were originally seekers of truth, but now we have become the source of violence... What's more important is that even I can't resist."

The old man stroked his cane and sighed deeply: "There is no way to resist this wave that changes the world."

Although the Alchemy Association is loose, it is still an organization.

There is no organization that can remain unmoved by such huge profits. Although the gun workshop does not operate day and night, the alchemical bullet workshop operates all day long. The wealth brought by the guns is like a waterfall of gold coins, washing away everyone's bottom line.

Alchemists are often caught in the duality of poverty and wealth, and these two mountains of gold have made many alchemists in the Alchemy Association in a state of excessive wealth.