The villain's way to tame the protagonist

When the question was raised for the nth time, Ming Fuluo's extremely cold voice instantly echoed in the alchemy workshop. She turned her head and stared at the members of the Tower of Babel, expressionless, and said word by word:

"Everyone, get out now, immediately."

Her words stunned the Babel members who were gradually listening to Anser's explanation. Before they could speak, Ming Fuluo's cold voice came again:

"We are now racing against time to develop weapons to fight against the Ether Academy. We are not here to lecture you. You are just a burden to us. Now, leave this alchemy workshop. If you have any opinions, go and tell Hendrick."

All the assistants assigned by Hendrick left.

Anser could see clearly the resentment they showed towards Ming Furo.

The young Hydra looked at the woman standing silently beside the processing table, removed the illusion on his body, and said with interest: "You seemed very angry just now, Luo."

"…Are you done with your boring games?"

Ming Fuluo said without even looking up: "It's over, just tell me what to do next quickly, we have wasted enough time."

Yes, of course, in order not to waste time.

"Waste of time? Then why don't you let me teach them well?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly, "I think this is obviously more efficient, or... are you a little anxious to prove yourself to me?"

"Efficiency? You call that efficiency?"

According to Ming Furo's simple calculations, it would be much faster for her to follow Anser's ideas and turn the concept into reality step by step, rather than waiting for Anser to sort out the entire context and explain all the problems clearly to that group of mediocre people before starting.

"As for your joke just now, I don't think it's funny."

"No one fell into your ridiculous, boring and vicious trap." Ming Fuluo transformed the magic gold on the processing table expressionlessly, "Because I have seen through your intentions. I never did this to prove anything to you. This is just a compromise that I have to make to ensure the progress of research and development."

There was no fluctuation in her emotions, and her tone did not sound hurried or forced. It was obvious that she really thought so.

"...You are really boring, Luo."

Anser said this sentence to Ming Fuluo, which he hadn't said for a long time: "You haven't done anything in these years..."

"Listen up, Hydra."

Ming Fuluo suddenly stopped the work in her hands.

She turned around and walked towards Anser, saying expressionlessly, "I don't know what conspiracy you have, and I don't care what you are plotting against me now, let alone what dark and dirty thoughts you have about me."

"Right now, the Tower of Babel is facing the greatest danger, and my only goal is to save it from those two lunatics. Therefore, I am only concerned about whether you can help me defeat the Ether Court. Everything else doesn't matter to me."

"so--"

Ming Furo, whose body had been modified and was slightly shorter than Anser, reached out and grabbed Anser's collar. Her purple eyes under her gray-white glasses flashed a cold light that was in stark contrast to the ambiguous action.

The extremely rational person said word by word:

"I won't allow you to find any mediocre people to waste this extremely precious time. I don't need any so-called assistants who can't even keep up with your thoughts."

"I am the only person in this world who can perfectly embody your thoughts and ideas."

She grabbed Anser's collar and pushed the young and handsome nobleman against the wall, almost clinging to him:

"So, from now on, I will only allow you to look at me, and your thoughts will only flow for me... If you can do this, any play from now on will be up to you."

The woman loosened Anser's collar and sneered, "Perhaps this is your purpose. Perhaps you really only returned to the imperial capital to humiliate and play with me."

"But I don't care. I only care whether you can do this... Even if you have conceived the mechanical suit, the Ether Academy has the support of the Emperor. You can't imagine what they can make."

"Well..."

Anser stared into those gorgeous purple eyes, gently straightened his collar, and said with a smile:

"A Luo, have I ever disappointed you in this matter?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ming Fuluo turned and walked towards the processing table, saying indifferently:

"Only in terms of creation—"

"You are indeed perfect and never let me down, Anser."

Chapter 8: It's me, Shetana! (K)

"A Luo, you haven't slept for six days."

Anser, who was sitting on the sofa, held his chin with one hand: "You don't look very well."

"I took the potion two hours ago."

Ming Furo, with bloodshot eyes, stared at the furnace so intently that she didn't even notice how erratic and weak her voice was.

Strands of ether flowed slowly from her fingertips into the furnace, wrapping around the hammered and burned creation, carefully and delicately forging it in the direction she desired.

"Potions can replenish physiological and etheric needs, but they cannot relieve the fatigue and burden of the soul. This is not good for the entire alchemy process."

Ming Fuluo ignored him, staring at the furnace with a distracted gaze, almost instinctively manipulating the ether to sense the changes in the furnace. She moved her lips and muttered to herself chaotic and complicated data, her whole body was on the verge of a collapse of consciousness.

The young Hydra muttered helplessly, "You didn't even notice that I dragged the sofa into the workshop. It's terrible to be so tense. Alchemy requires concentration, not overload. If you continue like this, there is a 99% chance that you will-"

boom!

A loud roar interrupted Ansel's words, but fortunately, when the entire furnace exploded on the spot and the ether mixed with various energies caused a violent turbulence, he had already raised his hand and clenched his fist, gathering the entire exploded furnace along with all the invisible energy into a ball, thus eliminating an experimental accident that could have destroyed the entire alchemy workshop.

"This is really..."

Looking at Ming Fuluo who had fainted on the ground, Anser crossed his arms and sighed helplessly:

"It can cause trouble for others."

Half an hour later, Ming Fuluo, who was lying on the soft sofa, woke up suddenly.

She subconsciously straightened up and turned to look at the location of the furnace. The wreckage on the ground silently told her the result of the forging.

"..."

The woman covered her forehead with her hands. The pressure brought by the high load on her soul made her head sting. The side effects of overdose of various potions also added fuel to the fire, making her so weak that she couldn't even hold the alchemical carving knife.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice sounded in her ears. Ming Fuluo turned her head and found Ansel sitting next to her, looking at her with amusement.

"A heart-wrenching defeat." He threw the black scrap metal in his hand to Ming Fuluo and said in a playful tone, "How do you feel?"

Ming Fuluo caught the scrap metal thrown by Ansher without saying anything.

"I advised you to stop three days ago, but you still insisted on doing it. It's not a good feeling to work so hard but get nothing in the end, right?"

Ming Fuluo looked into those sea-blue eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she started coughing violently and uncontrollably. From her chest ribs to her internal organs and lungs, most of her body was in excruciating pain from the coughing.

"Drink it first."

The woman took the potion handed to her by Anser and drank it in one gulp without any hesitation. The cool feeling immediately flowed from her throat to her internal organs and limbs, greatly relieving the pain in her body. However, the fatigue that was wedged into her soul was still difficult to dispel.

“…There is no better choice.”

This was the first sentence Ming Fuluo uttered after drinking the potion.

She stroked the scrap metal in her hand and tried to keep her tone calm: "I caught a glimmer of inspiration from your description. I would rather fail than let it disappear meaninglessly."

"In these six days, I have gained some understanding of material factors, so it's not like I have gained nothing."

Anser laughed dumbly: "You are a second-level person, but you keep saying that you can understand the elements. This is really..."

"You don't believe me?" Ming Fuluo frowned slightly. "The road to heaven is not a set of rules and regulations, nor is it a rule that has existed since the birth of the world. It is an extraordinary road opened up by humans."

"Since it was created by humans, it is possible to change it. Moreover... the creator of the road to heaven did not restrict the road in the first place. I don't believe that I am the only one in the world who can do such a thing."

Hearing this, Ansel's expression froze slightly. He suddenly reached out and held half of Ming Furo's face. He leaned forward, with his entire face almost touching Ming Furo's face.

Staring at the purple eyes so close to him, Ansher was silent for a moment, then let go of his hand. As if he didn't know what to say, he could only smile and shake his head.

Anser's attitude seemed to make Ming Fuluo very dissatisfied. She also reached out and pinched Anser's chin, turned his face around, looked at her, and said very seriously: "Anser, is there anything wrong with my choice?"

"Well...if you think it's okay, then it's okay."

Anser shrugged. "As for my reaction just now... you can understand that I am a little surprised by your decision. Although you are right that the road to heaven does not have any restrictions on change, most people who take this road will not make the same choice as you."

"If you are about to make a mistake and fall into the abyss..."

He nodded his head: "There is no possibility of redemption."

“I never embarked on the extraordinary journey for power, but to get closer to the truth.”

"There is no difference between the abyss and heaven to me."

Ming Fuluo said these words, which would be regarded as crazy talk by extraordinary people, without any psychological pressure, and it did not sound like she was just talking nonsense. Her expression and tone were all saying this - this is what she thought.

"If you are so confident, I will certainly not say anything. Besides, I am looking forward to seeing what you will do if you fall into the abyss, and -"

The blond boy poked Ming Fuluo's hand that was pinching his cheek: "Can you let me go before you talk?"

But Ming Furo did not take her hand back. Instead, she looked at Anser with a... somewhat dissatisfied look?

Ming Furo would only control her emotions when necessary. Ansel had seen her showing all kinds of emotions a long time ago, or rather... Ming Furo had gotten used to it, and most of the time she would only show her emotions in front of Ansel.

After all, they are each other's only and best friends.

"Anser." The young Hydra's best friend stared at his cheek and said stiffly, "I don't think you can't understand what I just said."

"……Um?"

He tilted his head in confusion, but Ming Furo immediately straightened his head.

"If I say, I really can't tell what else you mean, Luo, would you believe me?"

Anser, who was forced to look Miss Ming Furo in the eye, spoke in a very innocent tone.

"..."

Ming Furo looked at Ansel for a long time, as if to confirm whether he was lying. After a long while, she repeated what she had just said.

"I said, there is no difference between the abyss and heaven for me."

"Then what?" Ansher blinked, still looking at Ming Furo in confusion.

"……Then?"

Ming Fuluo's slender and beautiful eyebrows revealed a clear anger: "What else is there? The one walking on the road to the abyss here is not you, but me?"

"It is indeed me, so you—huh?"

Ansel was slightly stunned. The sudden interruption of his words and the rising ending tone with a strong questioning tone proved his surprise at the moment, and also showed that he really didn't associate anything with Ming Fuluo's words just now.

"...A Luo."

The young Hydra looked at Ming Fuluo with a very strange look in his eyes: "You mean, you want to be my pledge?"

The fact that Hydra's head was sealed was not a big secret, but Ming Fuluo had never had the vision or opportunity to know it before. Anser accidentally revealed the matter of the head sealed to her during a casual chat one day.

"What else?" Ming Fuluo asked back, "If I become your contracted head, I will be able to perform more advanced alchemy, and I will be able to better help you realize all your ideas and move one step closer to the new era we are all looking forward to."

She looked at Anser, her tone gradually becoming a little excited. It was obvious that she was not only very serious, but also had very high expectations of becoming Anser's pledge of love.

"If the price is just to slide into the abyss, I think there should be no better deal in the world. And to you... Anser, you should know that, excluding your father, I must be the person in the world who can best turn your ideas into reality."

"Put it simply."

She paused, still holding Anser's face, raised her head slightly, and said with great confidence:

"I believe that there is no one in this world who is more suitable than me to be your lord."

From thinking to ideas, from ideas to talents, Ming Fuluo has absolute recognition of Anser, and she believes that Anser is the same.

But what answered her was not an enthusiastic affirmation, but... a very unpleasant laugh.

"Hahahaha...wait a minute, Luo, wait a moment..."

The blond boy burst into laughter. "I never thought you were talking about this in a roundabout way. This is not like you at all. You shouldn't be, you shouldn't be that kind of, um..."

He took Ming Fuluo's hand away, cleared his throat, put on a cold expression, put his hands on Ming Fuluo's shoulders, and said indifferently:

"Anser, I want to be your savior."

After performing like this, Anser smiled happily again: "——That's it, shouldn't you just confront me directly like this?"

After a brief silence, Ming Fuluo slapped Anser's hand away and replied very calmly: "Because our previous topic had nothing to do with Qi Shou, I just happened to think of this matter."

Without waiting for Anser to continue laughing at her shy and nervous behavior, she continued, "So, how should the contract be signed to be considered successful? Among the eight contracts, which position is most suitable for me?"

Our Miss Ming Furo directly skipped the "What is your answer?" part and calmly and confidently asked Anser which one was the most suitable for her, which made Anser couldn't help laughing again.