The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"I can guarantee that I will not disrupt any of your future plans and actions. If necessary, I can also provide you with assistance - of course, for a fee."

Anser chuckled and made the second seemingly unequal deal since returning to the imperial capital: "As long as you restart the production of the second-generation floating guns."

This political creature, who was good at disguise, stared at Anser for a long time, then nodded slightly.

"Okay, I agree."

"In terms of decisiveness, Her Highness Susilun is on par with Her Highness Ivora." Anser said happily, staring into her eyes and saying, "However, Her Highness Susilun, you have to think clearly. Although Her Highness Ivora will not rashly do anything to you under the protection of His Majesty, once His Majesty passes away, no matter how much you try to weaken her power, the first person she will settle accounts with will definitely be you when Ivora wears the crown."

"But she is not yet. She does not have the power to decide everything." Su Silun said calmly, "Mother is not dead yet."

"Before the end comes——"

The princess, unwilling to let blood determine the outcome, stared at Anser, as if to increase her future partner's confidence in herself:

"Everything is possible, Lord Anser."

She paused, then lifted her skirt again and bowed to Anser.

"Well, I hope you can get what you need from this, Lord Anser. I also hope you can fulfill your promise."

"Of course." Anser replied with a smile, "I always keep my word."

“I don’t deny this.”

Su Silun nodded, and after a brief silence, she asked another question: "Excuse me, this floating gun production line that means nothing to you... why are you so persistent in starting it?"

"for what?"

The evil Hydra half-narrowed his eyes. He just smiled and said nothing. However, the way he gently waved his cane and his hand like a conductor was enough to show his joy at the moment.

Of course, it was to make a certain talented lady...slide into an abyss from which she could never escape.

Chapter 8: The most correct choice

"Can we... continue mass production?"

In Hendrick's office, Ming Fuluo was stunned for a moment before quickly repeating, "Can it be mass-produced?"

"Yes, we have found the problem. There is something wrong with the production chain of the core circuit. It is not your fault."

Although he said this, the alchemist who came on behalf of the Alchemy Association did not show any intention of apologizing. Judging from his expression and tone, he even seemed a little impatient.

Compared to the Ether Institute, the Alchemy Association had little hostility towards the Tower of Babel, because the Ether Institute represented the traditional sorcerer forces, and the various cutting-edge theories of the Tower of Babel were almost all provocations to the Ether Institute. Even though they were both involved in the field of alchemy, the alchemists would applaud the Tower of Babel no matter how absurd the ideas they proposed were.

The field of creators requires talents that surpass everyone else, blazing passion, and fantasies that shatter common sense.

However, since the people at Babel Tower are often only responsible for talking about meaningless ideas that are extremely difficult to implement, the Alchemy Association does not have a good impression of them, and they also despise their low level.

"Remember to send someone to our alchemy workshop to coordinate. The pressure from the eldest princess is very high, so hurry up."

Perhaps because he had already talked to Hendrick about something, the alchemist said this in a cold voice and turned away.

After he left the office, Hendrick, who was sitting at his desk, stood up and exhaled slowly.

As the leader of the Tower of Babel and a powerful fifth-level warlock, he did not have the dignity of a strong man. Under the authority of the Great Princess, the intimidation of the Ether Academy, and the dealings with many forces, Hendrick had already lost most of his edge.

Although some people always hope that academics are just academics, unfortunately the reality is cruel and academics will never be just academics.

"Ming Fuluo, the biggest problem right now has been solved."

The man's heavy heart was relieved a lot. The attack from the Alchemy Association and Ming Furo's soul problem were two troubles that were a headache for him. Now one of them was solved automatically for no apparent reason. Naturally, it was great news.

He wanted to pat Ming Fuluo on the shoulder to show encouragement, but he immediately withdrew his hand because of the cold gaze.

Hendrick didn't care. He knew Ming Fuluo didn't like physical contact with others, but he forgot about it in his joy. After taking a look at the puppet, he restrained his joy a little and said seriously, "How serious is the problem?"

"It's much more serious than you and I imagined." Ming Fuluo had a blank expression on her face. "If it's not resolved quickly, my soul won't be able to return to my body."

Hendrick's expression changed slightly. He frowned and thought for a moment, then said:

"Soren Canast is a neutral person in the Supreme Nine Seats of the Aether Court... He is not in the imperial capital for many years, so he has no reason to confront us."

"He took action to fulfill the punishment that young Hydra imposed on you. Fundamentally speaking, as long as you can obtain the forgiveness of that Hydra—"

"This is impossible."

Ming Fuluo interrupted Hendrick: "He won't forgive me."

She knew very well that there was no such thing as "forgiveness" for Anser. Since that person only wanted to force her to surrender, there was absolutely no chance for her to breathe.

However, the other person in the gambling game also took timely countermeasures.

Ming Fuluo thought so in her heart.

Hydra forced the Alchemy Association to stop the mass production of the second-generation floating guns, but the mysterious man used some unknown means to resume mass production. At least now she and Babel don't have to worry about this matter, and then... wait -

"choose……"

Ming Fuluo suddenly murmured these two words softly.

Hendrick looked a little puzzled: "Ming Fuluo, what did you say?"

The woman just pushed her glasses calmly: "Nothing, just thought of something."

That’s right, choice.

This node is the fork in the road for her to go to the next grid.

The game between Ansher and another mysterious person over the mass production of floating cannons is definitely not as simple as restricting or liberating her. The mass production of floating cannons itself is the key node.

Ming Fuluo, looking down at herself from a higher angle, successfully saw the road under her feet.

The floating cannon... The mysterious person who can barely be considered to be on my side needs me to promote the mass production of the floating cannon. The reason is -

Mechanical equipment!

The scene she saw when she woke up from the coma reappeared in her mind, and Ming Furo understood it instantly.

That's right, Hydra handed the design of the armor to the Ether Institute. Although no one knew what he got, the Ether Institute... also got a groundbreaking Ether weapon.

If the Ether Institute also possesses Ether weapons worthy of Ivora's investment of resources, then the few advantages of the Tower of Babel will be greatly weakened.

As a countermeasure against Hydra, the mysterious man asked Ming Furo to promote the mass production of the floating gun. Although the mechanical equipment can be said to crush the floating gun in terms of military power, the defect of not being able to be mass-produced is something that even the Ether Academy cannot overcome.

Yes... the force that Ivora needs is the force that can arm the entire empire and let her feel the kind of violence and power that can completely dominate the continent. She does not need any powerful single force. As long as she promotes the floating cannon, no, not just the floating cannon, to promote the research and development of more powerful mass-produced weapons, she will be able to contain the Ether Institute!

This was the path that the mysterious man had pointed out for her. Although that guy also viewed her as a pawn, at least... he was betting that he could succeed.

Successfully ushered in a new era.

This thought directly swallowed up the moment of hesitation that inexplicably flashed through her mind.

Ming Fuluo doesn't like making weapons, because violence is not linked to advancement. She doesn't reject violence, but she doesn't want to make it her career. In fact, in her eyes, there aren't that many brutal weapons.

But just like she had no choice at the beginning, she also has no choice now.

What’s even more intriguing is that Ming Fuluo, who had no choice at that time, thought she had done the right thing; and now she has no choice...

There was no doubt in myself either.

"I'm going to the Alchemy Guild, Hendrick."

Ming Fuluo said this having made up her mind.

"……what?"

Hendrick was a little confused: "Your current condition is too dangerous, why do you want to go to the Alchemy Association?"

How much the Ether Institute wanted to kill Ming Furo could be seen from her caution in creating fifty-six puppets. In addition, although the Alchemy Association was neutral, it was still closer to the Ether Institute. It would be too risky to gamble that the Ether Institute would take the Alchemy Association's face into consideration and not kill people in the Alchemy Association's headquarters.

“There are things that must be done.”

Ming Fuluo put her hands in the pockets of her white coat and walked out the door, saying without looking back: "We can't make that thing by ourselves. We must ask the Alchemy Association for help."

"That thing...wait!"

Hendrick's expression changed drastically. He leaned his hands on the table and stared at Ming Fuluo's back:

"Ming Fuluo." The man who looked like Ming Fuluo's elder said very seriously, "Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"We will not research weapons anymore. The development of Hummingbird is just to prove ourselves. The research on etheric weapons will stop here."

Ming Fuluo answered calmly.

"So what are you going to do now? You invented firearms, and then you invented floating guns that are ten times more dangerous than firearms. Now you want to--"

"Hendrick."

The tall, cold beauty interrupted Hendrick's angry questioning. She looked at the man in front of her expressionlessly and said indifferently:

"If you, if we have enough capital to change all this, I won't choose to do this either."

"..."

Just these words froze the flame of anxiety in Hendrick's heart.

"Don't get me wrong." Ming Fuluo continued, "I don't mean to blame anyone. I'm just stating the facts. The fact is that we are still walking on thin ice. The entire Tower of Babel has supported too many mediocre people and dreamers. We claim to be advancing the forefront of theory, but we have never really shaken the position of the Ether Academy."

"Hendrick."

The unsympathetic young genius looked at his nominal leader and said calmly, "You know exactly what is supporting the Tower of Babel right now."

It's violence.

The violence of guns, the violence of floating cannons, and what this violence brings... Ivora's bet.

This is what the Tower of Babel relies on for survival, not the so-called "concepts", "technology", "ideals"... The big guys don't care about things that can't be turned into reality.

Even Ming Fuluo and her group regard it as their life.

It is a fantasy for an organization that has been established for less than ten years to maintain its stability in the confrontation with the Ethereum Academy, a behemoth with a history of hundreds of years. In the past, there have been academic organizations that have attempted to challenge the authority of the Ethereum Academy, but they eventually turned into the dust of history.

Being able to achieve such a level in such a short period of time, like the Tower of Babel, and even forcing the Ether Institute to take ruthless measures, is unprecedented.

In this situation, who has a choice?

Ming Fuluo realized this, so after seeing the road ahead from a higher perspective, she knew what she had to do.

The mechanical equipment will threaten the Tower of Babel, and if you want to save the Tower of Babel, which may be on the verge of collapse, you must move forward again.

"I'll take care of this."

She said this with a calm expression and tone, "Same as always."

It's all so ironic, yet not so ironic.

Ironically, in this extraordinary world where strength determines everything, the Tower of Babel actually relies on so-called "technology" to gain a foothold. The real core of a huge academic organization is actually a young man in the third stage.

It is not ironic that, in essence, this so-called "technology" is just a bargaining chip to allow power, the power of the eldest princess to be added to it, and in the end, it still relies on power.

It seemed as if the Tower of Babel organization should not have existed in the first place, as if... it had been distorted into a strange appearance and embarked on a chaotic path.

It all started with the innovation that the devil threw at Ming Furo, a violent innovation.

Ming Furo no longer paid attention to Hendrick and walked out coldly without any hesitation.

The man looked at Ming Furo's departing back, sat down on the chair tiredly and weakly, and sighed deeply.

Although he didn't know what made Ming Fuluo so nervous, he couldn't refute what Ming Fuluo said.

This hall of idealists seems to be a gathering place for countless vigorous sorcerers who are full of creativity for the future, but in essence... it is nothing more than a farm where the Grand Princess harvests violence.

Idealists will never be defeated by the difficulties before them. Hendrick firmly believes that the Tower of Babel will open up a new future, but now, even he is in deep thought.

"Teacher... I failed to teach Ming Fuluo well and even seemed to have harmed her. I'm sorry."

Hendrick smiled bitterly and whispered, "I should have stopped her, but my selfish desire prevented me from doing so."

"Is this all... worth it?"

It's all worth it.

Ming Fuluo was walking alone on the corridor without any confusion or hesitation in her heart.

There was no heart beating in her chest, the flow of ether replaced the blood, and the structure of magic gold supported her body.

This cold and hard body is just like her unwavering thoughts.

As long as we can make that vision a reality, as long as we can preserve the Tower of Babel that serves as its cradle.

Everything...at all costs!