The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Ming Fuluo, it was never your fault." Rong Geer said in a gentle voice, "No one will blame you."

She knew too well how much this young girl, who carried so much fame, had shouldered, the hardships and pain she had experienced over the years, and the transformation that had come with it... Ming Fuluo had never confided in anyone, but she did not collapse in silence, but instead became stronger in silence.

If she hadn't put more energy into research and development, she might have reached the fourth level next year or the year after.

Ming Fuluo did not make any response to Rong Geer's words. She just continued to walk calmly, but her pace was getting faster and faster. It seemed that she no longer focused on those meaningless things, and gradually returned to her usual cold and machine-like appearance.

"Let's go, Ms. Ronger. There should be a carriage station nearby. Let's--"

"Ah! The big sister in white!"

A little girl's surprised cry interrupted Ming Fuluo's words.

The woman turned her head expressionlessly, and stared at the girl who had broken away from her mother's hand and was jogging towards her with a look that said "stay away from strangers".

Sure enough, the little girl who seemed very happy just now shrank back instantly. Ming Fuluo pushed her glasses, turned her head back and stopped looking at her.

"Big sister, you... that is, you are... Ba, the extraordinary master of the Tower of Babel, right?"

The expectation in this timid call made her stop again.

After a moment of silence, Ming Fuluo turned to look at the girl again and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

The little girl was a little timid at first. After hesitating for a while, she blushed and bowed to Ming Fuluo. She mustered up her courage and said loudly:

"Two years ago... my father's injury was healed by something made by the Tower of Babel. At that time... I saw you at that time! I wanted to thank you!"

"..."

There was silence between the cold-hearted woman and the grateful girl.

Just as the girl reacted and hurriedly wanted to bow again to say goodbye to Ming Fuluo, this cold and rational machine suddenly spoke:

"How is your father doing now?"

"...Ah! Father, father is in good health!"

The girl became more excited after getting the response. She seemed to have a lot to say to Ming Fuluo, but her mother came up and kept apologizing to Ming Fuluo.

"Sir Superhuman, I'm sorry, my daughter didn't mean to offend you..."

As soon as the mother started speaking, Ming Fuluo lost the mood to listen any further and turned away.

Rong Geer smiled at the mother and daughter, waved his hand and bestowed blessings, cleared the woman's hidden disease, provided the girl with nutrients for growth, and then quickly caught up with Ming Fuluo.

"How many times has this happened?"

The female scholar couldn't help but laugh and said, "You rarely go out on the street, but you always meet people who are grateful to you, Ming Fuluo. They should be the families of the beneficiaries of the simple treatment device experiment."

"That device," Ming Fuluo said in a somewhat indifferent tone, "was killed less than a week after it was put on the market because it affected the profits of healing potions and healers."

The simple treatment equipment that Ronggel mentioned is a kind of alchemical instrument with healing functions. Babel Tower uses unique technology to make its production cost extremely low. Although the effect is average and it is impossible to cure any serious illness, it is more versatile and can treat hidden diseases to a certain extent.

Because the construction cost and operating fee were too low, it was strangled in the cradle soon. As for why Ivora did not intervene... of course it was because she received devout offerings from the strangler, and she did not care about this kind of useless garbage in her eyes.

Similar situations occurred many times, and as time went by, the Tower of Babel rarely mass-produced this kind of alchemical equipment.

Ming Furo's words made Rong Geer look a little helpless. Although the Tower of Babel was well-known in the imperial capital, it was still difficult to make any progress. They knew this better than anyone else.

She was just about to say something to encourage Ming Fuluo when she heard Ming Fuluo say:

“But this just proves that we are right.”

"Because our enemies are afraid."

Ming Furo said this to Rong Geer, her expression was still indifferent and her tone was flat, because the emotions she once felt for someone had long been buried by the unforgivable betrayal.

But even so, deep in those purple eyes that seemed to encompass everything, there was still a brilliance that she herself had not noticed and naturally could not hide.

It was just like the uncontrollable excitement and joy she felt when communicating with her only friend. It was just like at that time...she believed that she would never fail because she had that person.

"Ma'am." Ming Fuluo and Rong Geer looked at each other, "Grandpa pointed out...the path we are on is correct."

She said this to Rong Geer in a declarative tone with such certainty, as if she was stating an indisputable fact.

Rong Geer smiled with relief: "You are right, Ming Fuluo. We are on the right path."

They looked at each other, and the idealists' beliefs collided to create dazzling sparks. No matter how dark and tortuous the road ahead was, reality could never defeat the immortal thoughts.

is that so?

*

Ming Fuluo, who was still dealing with issues of soul and body in the underground laboratory, received news from Hendrick.

The eldest princess suddenly came to Babel Tower. This time she did not just show up in Hendrick's office to talk to him, but she was very formal and gave a speech to the entire Babel Tower. The senior management of Babel Tower seemed to want to wait until the speech was over before listening to her words.

Although the punishment from the tyrannical princess had passed, her cruelty towards her was still fresh in her mind. Although Ming Fuluo did not want to listen to this meaningless preaching, she had no choice.

Returning to the Tower of Babel and on the way to the Preaching Square, Ming Furo kept thinking about her current situation, the bet between Ansel and the mysterious man, and... the future she hoped to see.

The restrictions that Anser set on her through Sauron were about to expire. With most of the restrictions burned, Ming Furo had found a way to break them and would soon be able to return to her body, but until now... she still didn't understand why Anser did this.

——What good would it do him to confine his soul to a puppet? Was it just toyed with and humiliated twice? He shouldn't be...

Do not……

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and denied it expressionlessly.

He is indeed that kind of person.

Of course, this was just an alternative answer in Ming Furo's mind. She always believed that Ansher put her soul into this puppet in preparation for something more important. The devil's plan was always linked together. Once you fell into his trap at some point, you would be doomed to encounter countless horrible conspiracies that would make you despair and suffocate.

And what kind of countermeasures did the mysterious man take against Anther's plan... Ming Fuluo also didn't know, but with the previous two discoveries, she was sure that this person's ability to plan and organize was not inferior to Anther, at least he did successfully counterattack Anther.

The only thing to do is to make the right choice.

She soon arrived at the square where Ivola was going to start her preaching. Ming Furo was actually a little surprised, because although Ivola was the kind of person who enjoyed being surrounded by cheers and praises, the scholars at the Tower of Babel knew very well what kind of person she was... What could she say when she came here to preach?

And at the moment... Babel Tower shouldn't have any research projects or events that are worthy of her announcing so loudly.

Not long after, a bright flame suddenly ignited on the high platform, and Ivola, dressed in a gorgeous long dress, emerged from the fire. She looked down at the scholars gathered below, and her expression was so terrible that most of them began to panic.

"I don't intend to waste time, so I just came to inform you of one thing."

The eldest princess, who was in a very bad mood, said in a cold voice: "I don't care what you are researching now. From today on, you have only one mission, and that is to develop more powerful alchemical weapons."

In the dead silence, Ivola raised his hand, and a raging curtain of fire instantly swept across the sky, almost covering the entire Tower of Babel.

The so-called immortal ideals simply have not encountered true destruction, pure extinction.

"I won't give you any specific time. You just need to know that the sooner the better, the stronger the better. If you still don't meet my requirements before the deadline arrives."

boom--!

A blazing ball of fire fell from the sky and instantly burned the iconic statue of the Tower of Babel on the edge of the square, leaving no ashes.

"So, Babel, and you."

The tyrannical princess declared mercilessly: "There is no value or necessity for your existence anymore."

Her anger and urgency were puzzling, but of course, more than puzzling, what everyone felt was... naturally more fear.

An uncontrollable plague called fear spread among the scholars at Babel.

Even Ming Furo was stunned by Ivola's extremely rude and crazy order. When she reacted and began to analyze various possibilities, blood-red flames suddenly enveloped her, and the puppet's body was swallowed up by the flames in an instant, and the next second... Ming Furo's figure inexplicably appeared in Hendrick's office.

Here, all the high-level officials of the Tower of Babel and all the high-level warlocks gathered.

But in front of the young burner, everyone bowed their heads and remained silent, not even daring to make a sound of breathing.

"Because of some asshole."

Ivora spoke slowly, and the anger in his voice raised the room temperature a few degrees.

"I have to tie myself to you and fight her and the Ether Court head on."

Ming Furo almost instantly confirmed who the two nicknames referred to. Of course, the only one who could compete head-on with the eldest princess was the emperor, and the "husband" who could pry open the fight between them could only be the young and evil Hydra.

But after learning the answer, her mood was extremely upset.

Could the contest that Ivora was talking about be...

"The Ether Academy will create alchemical weapons called armored suits to fight against the alchemical weapons you create."

For ordinary scholars, it was only necessary to give sufficiently direct orders, but for the senior executives in charge of running the Tower of Babel, despite being so angry, Ivola still gave them a concise description of the whole story.

"After a while, two territories will start a war, and you and the alchemical weapons of the Ether Institute will be responsible for arming them respectively."

The eldest princess's eyes occasionally blazed with blood-red flames, indicating her unstable emotions. "Now do you understand why I want you to focus all your resources on developing weapons?"

No one spoke, perhaps because they were shocked by the shocking news, or perhaps because they had to suppress their anger at this absurd atrocity.

"The eldest princess...your highness."

Finally, Hendrick, the current leader of Babel, spoke up. He tried to keep his tone calm and asked cautiously:

"Excuse me, when you say war, do you mean a battle or..."

"A total war that engulfed two rich territories until one side was completely defeated and destroyed." Ivora waved his hand impatiently. "What war are you concerned about? Is war the important thing in this matter? I don't want to repeat what I just said to you."

Even though the gap was so huge, Ivora had no intention of bowing to Efesand. She cast her eyes towards the silent woman behind the high-level officials of the Tower of Babel and said in a cold voice:

"Ming Fuluo, you should know something about mechanical equipment."

Very few people knew the secret between Anser and Ming Furo, and Ivora was naturally one of them. But for some reason, she was still keeping the secret for Anser and not telling him anything about Anser directly.

"……Yes."

Ming Fuluo lowered her head slightly: "I understand."

"What are your odds against that thing... No, I don't need to hear the odds."

The cruelty in Ivora's words was almost identical to that of her mother: "I just want to hear the news of your victory, and you should also pray that you can bring me the news of victory."

"otherwise--"

The eldest princess, who was in a very bad mood, did not say anything further, and this blank space, which exuded a terrifying pressure, sounded more terrifying than any cruel punishment.

She turned into flames again and left the office, but the remaining anger still made the whole room seem like it was in a furnace.

"……war."

After a long time, a senior executive of the Tower of Babel muttered to himself.

"Is she talking about... a real war?"

"A full-scale war between two rich and vast territories could involve...millions of people!"

"Hendrick, we can't do this! We are seekers of truth, not butchers or executioners!"

“But if we don’t do anything, everything will be over…Do you want to let all the efforts of so many people and so many years go to ashes?”

When someone started talking, these powerful sorcerers who were high and mighty in the eyes of the outside world and mortals began to quarrel non-stop. Under fear and confusion, their expressions and performances were so fragile.

And in the midst of this fear, an extremely indifferent and cold voice, as if it didn't think there was any problem at all, shattered the chaos.

“Just do it.”

Ming Fuluo said: "Just follow the eldest princess's request and make a weapon that can defeat the mechanical suit."

She said this as calmly as if she was deciding what to eat tonight.

"Or does everyone think that we can never make that kind of weapon?"

"Ming, Ming Fuluo."

In the dead silence, Hendrick was the first to come to his senses: "This is not a problem of weapons, but consequences... If the research and development of alchemical weapons is further promoted, there will be countless victims in that war!"

"so what?"

Those five words without any emotion made the office, which had been heated up by Ivola's anger, suddenly as cold as an ice cave.

Ming Fuluo looked around at the stunned senior executives and frowned slightly: "What are you wondering about? I thought you were well prepared from the very beginning."

"——When the Ether Guns were mass-produced."

"Ming Fuluo, you...that's not the same thing!"

"How is that not the same thing?"

Ming Fuluo responded expressionlessly: "Is there any difference between people killed by more advanced alchemical weapons and people killed by etheric firearms?"