The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Recently, the wind direction in the imperial capital has changed slightly.

It is well known that Princess Ivora and the Ether Court do not get along.

Of course, it's not that the Aether Court has the guts to confront Ivora. After all, it's only a matter of time before she wears the crown. No one wants to be liquidated by this violent princess. But this largest warlock organization that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the old guys who maintain this organization... are more or less confident.

——Although these confidences are actually completely vulnerable in front of the emperor, if the emperor is the kind of madman who will uproot such a huge organization at the slightest dissatisfaction, the empire would not have been passed down to this day.

That little confidence and value allowed the old guys in the Ether Academy to say ambiguously "We will always support His Majesty the Emperor" when expressing their opinions.

They will side with the current emperor, but they will not refuse to do something to support Ivora occasionally to prevent being purged after the eldest princess ascends the throne in the future.

Of course we must support the current Emperor. As for you... you will become the emperor sooner or later, so why rush?

Ivora hated this kind of fawning, slick and cunning attitude, and it seemed that the Ether Court was basically on the side of the emperor, so he naturally had a great resentment towards the Ether Court.

Therefore, when the Tower of Babel was first built, Ivola provided a little help. She did not take this ridiculous thing that attempted to challenge the Ether Institute seriously. She just wanted to disgust those old guys, just like those old guys made her feel disgusted.

But as time went on, when Mingfuluo demonstrated the value of the Tower of Babel through violent innovation... everything changed.

She began to personally stand up for the Tower of Babel, and used her own deterrent power to force the Aether Academy to limit its oppression of the Tower of Babel to a certain range, allowing the Tower of Babel to develop to this day and become a sorcerer organization representing the forefront of Aether academics.

It can be said that the Tower of Babel is an organization that completely belongs to the eldest princess. After all, although they seem to be becoming more and more prosperous, they are actually walking on thin ice and have never had any choice.

If Ming Fuluo had not turned the tide, the Tower of Babel would have been doomed to collapse under the ruthless gaze of fate, and she would have embarked on the lonely road of becoming a hero.

But all this was changed by the small gun barrel that Ansher threw to Ming Furo.

And today... after being silent for a long time, the fate of the new network has already been woven, and it is preparing to send Ming Fuluo back to the original trajectory.

The so-called original trajectory——

Naturally, it is the future that causes the Tower of Babel to collapse and Ming Furo to embark on the road of revenge and exile.

"Speaking of Miss Zeger."

In the Hydra Manor, in the reception room with restrained yet elegant decoration, the Soul Master Soran was sitting with his legs crossed, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and happily chatting with Anser:

"She actually destroyed part of my ban. A level 3 girl can do such a thing... Anser, your vision is as perfect as ever."

As he said this, he took a sip of wine and then sighed happily, "Your taste in wine is also admirable."

"Excellent wine and excellent winemakers are treasures in the world. I heard that there is an outstanding bartender in the chaotic area of ​​the West."

Soran brought the wine glass in front of him and stared at the light silver wine in the glass with admiration: "But after tasting the wine you made, Anser, I think I won't be interested in the wine brewed by others anymore."

"If you want, there are many kinds of wine in the manor." Anser smiled, leaned back lazily and comfortably on the sofa, and placed his index fingers on his abdomen, "Just take it."

"...Having said that, I'm not the kind of person who likes to be polite."

Soran clicked his tongue and laughed awkwardly: "But if you think about it carefully, I feel a little sorry for what I did to you."

"Oh? What does Lord Soran mean?"

"It's the weapon suit."

The man sighed in annoyance: "I didn't intend to hand over the weapon to that old man Nasima, but in the end..."

The fifth-level warlock who had seen countless storms and waves was quite shocked: "I actually learned by chance that the guy suddenly got the soul orb of the previous dynasty, and it was even almost complete, not a fragment!"

"You know." He smiled bitterly and spread his hands, "There's no way I could refuse that thing, and the preciousness of that thing is indeed on par with the weapon equipment."

Anser just straightened up slightly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said in a relaxed tone: "I have already handed over the structure of the mechanical equipment to you. How to control and use it is naturally your business. It is also normal for you to use it to exchange for benefits, isn't it?"

"Even so... I guess I still caused you quite a bit of trouble."

This cheerful and outgoing transcendent who didn't look like someone who liked to play with souls said unhappily, "Nasema actually gave that thing directly to the eldest princess... This old guy is playing both sides and getting his way. He's really good at it. Sooner or later, he'll play himself to death."

"That's it. Babel Tower will inevitably be under greater pressure. Anser, if you take the initiative to protect Miss Zeger, it is very likely that others will see it. Then she will have to bear more, and it will inevitably cause friction between you and Her Highness the Crown Princess."

The more Soran thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He slapped his forehead and said in regret:

"How come I just happened to see the matter of the Soul Orb from Nasema's agent at that time. It would have been fine at least after a while. After all, with your ability, Anser, you would have been able to take down that girl in no time, and it wouldn't have turned out like this... Oh, I was too excited at the time and didn't consider you, Anser. It was my fault."

He looked at Anser and said sincerely, "If you need anything, just tell me! After all, this involves your contract. If it ruins your business... I'm too afraid that Mr. Flamel will capture me and make me into a potion!"

Although at this moment, Soran had a thought in his mind, "Anser won't care about this," as if to stop him from saying this, but...

Even though he had some doubts at first about Anser's plan to take Ming Furo as his chief confederate, after sensing that the restriction had been broken, Soran no longer had any doubts.

The soul restriction has an extremely strong seal, but at Anser's request, Sauron left a clever loophole that does not require too much strength, but requires sufficient knowledge and talent to discover. The difficulty of discovering this loophole is so great... Sauron believes that it is no different from forcibly breaking the restriction.

And now, this restriction was obviously partially unlocked by Ming Furo herself. With such a terrifying talent, if she becomes a Qishou in the future, I wonder how powerful she will be!

After all, in the entire imperial capital, there was no one who could forcibly dismantle the soul restriction - except the emperor who stayed in the palace Antichege all day long, and the eldest princess who had a huge desire for power.

Of course, the Feasting Flame could burn as it pleased, but how could Ming Fuluo have the face to ask the eldest princess to personally remove the soul restriction? You must be kidding!

Therefore, the slight hesitation that arose in his heart was instantly swallowed up by Sauron's strong will and did not cause any waves.

The young Hydra looked at the top master of the soul realm who sincerely apologized to him, without showing any surprise on his face, which made it difficult to understand where his calmness came from.

"Since Lord Soran has said so."

The playwright chuckled as he saw his play being perfectly performed on stage:

"There is something I really need your help with."

Soran breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed heartily and said, "No problem, leave it to me if you have anything to do... By the way, that Miss Zeger... is it really nothing?"

Although he was a neutral faction among the Nine Supremes of the Ether Court who almost never participated in anything, Soran still had some understanding of the direction of the entire Ether Court and was also very clear about the conflict with the Tower of Babel.

Compared with Ming Furo and the people from Tower of Babel, he knew more about the background of the Aether Academy. Although constructing mechanical equipment was an extremely huge project, if the Aether Academy went all out and joined forces with the Alchemy Association, it could be said that Tower of Babel would be completely defenseless.

If Ansher doesn't intend to help Ming Fuluo directly...then what should he do to help her get through this disaster?

"This..."

Anser put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, raised his head slightly, looked somewhere, and his gentle smile concealed an extremely profound meaning:

"I'm about to go and help her now."

*

Inside the magnificent palace hall, there were bureaucrats and nobles who had not been seen for a long time.

And the throne that had been empty for a while, with the entire back and armrests burning with blazing blood flames, finally welcomed its owner.

After more than a month of absence, Effisandr Feast of Flames convened a court meeting after a long absence.

This monarch was too stingy with her power to waste it on maintaining her youthful appearance. She wanted to squeeze out every bit of ether to fight against the chaos that was eroding her self and soul. She hadn't spoken a word since the court meeting began, but sat on the throne with an expressionless face, looking down at the nobles and ministers below.

No matter how old that face is, it still exudes an irresistible arrogance.

As long as she can wear that crown for one day, as long as she can sit on the throne for one day, the whole empire, the whole continent will bow down to her.

“During this period of time…”

The old and hoarse voice echoed in the hall. The emperor finally spoke, but asked a meaningless question: "Has anything interesting happened in the imperial capital?"

None of the nobles or ministers dared to say a word. Unable to guess the emperor's intentions, they could only remain silent.

But in this increasingly uneasy silence, a clear, pleasant, elegant and noble voice broke the solemnity.

"Mother, I think... the most interesting thing, of course, is the arrival of Sir Ansel."

Suslen, who was standing at the end of the royal bloodline, bowed slightly to Efesand: "He will definitely make the boring imperial capital in your eyes interesting."

"Hehehe...you're right, little Susilen."

When he heard the word "Anser", Efesand's slightly dim pupils suddenly burst into bright colors, and the old emperor laughed out of pleasure, but it was a little creepy: "Anser's arrival in the imperial capital is indeed an interesting and gratifying thing. Speaking of which... he seems to have never come to see me once."

The emperor sighed, "It's a bit unpleasant."

Every noble and minister knew very well that this was just a joke from the emperor who had a special preference for Anser. She might want to use this to get Anser to come and see her as soon as possible, but it was impossible that she was really unhappy.

If someone really thought this way and said something like "Although Sir Ansel is the next generation of Hydra, it is indeed inappropriate to be disrespectful to His Majesty in this way", he would most likely be burned to ashes on the spot by Efesandre.

So they had no choice but to remain silent, but the silence did not last long before it was broken by the descendants of the royal family.

Ivora, who was standing at the front, had her hands behind her back. Her red flame dress was as gorgeous and noble as Efesand's, making her look like a ball of burning fire.

The woman looked up at the weak man on the throne whom she hated so much, and sneered, "Because Anser doesn't have time to waste on meaningless things."

She raised her chin slightly, and her bright red lips formed a provocative arc:

"Because he is a man of action, mother."

After saying this, Ivora turned his head to look at Susilun, who had retreated to the back of the royal bloodline, and said contemptuously: "He is not a clown who has no ability and can only earn value by pleasing others."

This unscrupulous, arrogant and conceited princess made most of the nobles and ministers present have the same thought in their minds - why am I here today?

The tit-for-tat between the Emperor and the eldest princess has been going on for a long time, but the long period of no court meetings has made everyone forget how intense the conflict between this "mother and daughter" is, or in other words... it is unclear to what extent their conflict has intensified during this period of time.

"..."

Efesand looked down at her daughter expressionlessly, and the latter met her gaze fearlessly, the radical rage in her eyes forming a stark contrast to her own dull, almost lightless pupils.

"You really haven't grown up at all, Ivora."

The old emperor suddenly laughed, as if he was looking at a ridiculous child who was making trouble for no reason: "Do you know that the way you try to provoke me is just as ridiculous as the self-righteous game you are playing now?"

Ivola responded without hesitation: "If I am playing house, then who is the boring host of this boring game?"

No one knew why the emperor and the eldest princess were so hostile from the very beginning. Most of the nobles just prayed silently in their hearts that this court meeting would end as soon as possible, and that during this long ordeal, nothing horrific would happen... that would make their heart stop.

Most people who are qualified and have the courage to stand here know very well what the nature of the empire is.

In a sense, it really is just the emperor's game of house, but the lives and civilizations involved in this game, well... have some weight.

There was silence in the hall, but everyone could feel the temperature rising continuously. The dead fire that was about to go out but could burn everything was confronting the surging and blazing but lacking in substance flame.

There are no mother and daughter, no emperor and princess, only two monsters who are revered by the world as "divine species" and are completely different from ordinary people or even extraordinary people in terms of life essence...

And those who want to stop the monsters from killing each other...

Of course, it can only be a monster.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

In the hall where you could hear a pin drop, the sound of a cane gently touching the ground could be heard.

Everyone, either openly or secretly, cast their eyes towards the young man bathed in the sun. His shiny golden hair sparkled in the light, setting off his handsome face, like a masterpiece given by God.

...No, he himself is the god who will walk on the earth in the future.

"Hmm...I think I came at a bad time?"

Anser, who was standing at the entrance of the hall, tilted his head slightly and spoke in a light tone.

No... no no no! You came at the right time! Lord Anser!

At this moment, the nobles and ministers in the hall were almost in tears. As expected... As expected! The emperor was stupid and the princess was arrogant, but our Lord Anser would never let anyone down!

"install--"

"Anser."

Before Ivola could finish her words, the voice of the old emperor on the throne overwhelmed her.

Effisande's dark eyes seemed to be burning with flames at this moment. She smiled happily and gently patted the armrest that was burning with blood flames.

"Come here, come to me."

Anser bowed slightly and said, "Your will, Your Majesty."

"..." Ivora watched Anser walk calmly to the throne without saying a word, the anger in his eyes growing more and more agitated.

Anser walked to the throne and saluted the emperor again: "It has been a long time since I last greeted you. Please forgive my impoliteness, Your Majesty."

"Hehehe... Between you and me, there's no need to dwell on such meaningless things."

The emperor seemed to have forgotten what he had just said and just stared at Anser. In his dark eyes, which had been entangled in death and madness for a long time, there seemed to be some uncontrollable... greed?

Anser just smiled, as if he didn't notice the strangeness in the eyes of the old emperor, and said gently: "But you are still the supreme ruler of this land and the only master of the entire empire."

"Respect and courtesy are necessary on this occasion."

flame.

The entire hall was suddenly filled with flames that appeared out of nowhere without any warning.

As the temperature rose rapidly and the huge ball of blood flame on the throne burned violently, the emperor's extremely happy laughter and the sound of bursts of flames echoed in the spacious hall.

"Hahahahahaha... OK, very good! Anser!"