The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ansel was not angry. He seemed very happy that Ming Fuluo was talking to him.

He, who was inseparable from the lonely Ming Fuluo, chuckled and said, "But you know, Luo. Although the South Territory is beautiful and rich now, a long, long time ago, it was a wasteland and a wasteland."

“The sky there is all gray.”

"grey……"

Ming Fuluo murmured these two words, was silent for a while, and then whispered: "I hate gray."

"Hmm, it has no luster and is not bright at all. Compared to the purity of white and the depth of black, it seems a boring and dead color." Anser shrugged, "I don't like gray either."

"Your preferences are a little too similar to mine." Ming Furo glanced at Ansher.

"Why, isn't this good?"

"...No, it's good."

Anser smiled with satisfaction: "Let's go back to the South Territory. After the fall of the Zhengtian Dynasty and before the establishment of the Empire, the area was affected by the fall of the dynasty. The filthy ether gave birth to countless monsters. They fought and devoured each other on that land, giving birth to strong ones, and then killing the strong ones... During this long cycle, the entire South Territory was infected by the chaos and distortion of the abyss."

"This is a remarkable thing." The blond boy said in amazement, "The abstract concept is truly manifested in the world, and it has such a large-scale impact... It's terrifying, isn't it?"

"…If that's the case, I have some impression of it."

Ming Fuluo said thoughtfully: "The land closest to the abyss... So it is the former southern border?"

"Fortunately, our great Majesty Noel Lanard Caesar cleaned up the distortion and chaos in that land when he established the empire."

Anser supported the bricks with both hands and said with emotion: "After thousands of years of reconstruction, change and reproduction, the southern border has now become the richest land in the empire."

"You're telling me all this..." Ming Fuluo's slender eyebrows trembled slightly, "Just to teach me some historical knowledge?"

"It's just a casual chat." Anser said as if it was a matter of course, "Otherwise, should I analyze with you the reasons why the southern border was transformed from a filthy soil into an imperial paradise?"

"Because your attitude just now didn't mean small talk."

Ming Fuluo said calmly, "You are consciously mentioning the sky of the southern border, not just for the purpose of chatting."

"..."

Ansel was stunned for a moment. He looked at Ming Furo, who was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Anser couldn't help laughing and said in a relieved and peaceful tone:

"You really understand me, Luo."

"Is this strange?" Ming Fuluo asked back, "If you understand me but I don't understand you, how can we be friends?"

“I don’t know how to analyze feelings.”

The woman tilted her head slightly and stared into Anser's eyes... It was more like she was trying to reflect her own eyes into Anser's eyes than staring.

"To break it down clearly and put it into words. I think friendship is about... understanding and support."

"You understand me, I understand you; you support me, I support you. Just like the relationship between you and me now, in my eyes, this is friendship."

"...You really are." Anser laughed dumbly, "This is the first time you've spoken such a long paragraph."

Before Ming Fuluo frowned, Anser said briskly: "But you are right, this is friendship."

Ming Fuluo then returned to her usual cold expression and nodded slightly: "So, what do you want to say?"

"What do I want to say... I didn't want to tell you originally, but I suddenly felt a little emotional. But since you said so, Luo..."

The young Hydra looked up at the sky again, his tone became a little distant, and at the same time, it also carried a bit of... maturity that Ming Furo could not understand?

"A-Luo, do you know the name of that palace?" He pointed to the highest building in the imperial capital.

"Antiqiege means the place where the ancient flame is born."

"That palace looked like this a thousand years ago, or even earlier."

Ming Fuluo sighed when she heard the slightly childish voice.

"Over a thousand years, even the sky can change color, the earth can be rejuvenated... the mountains and the seas can change and rise and fall, but they cannot change the appearance of a palace."

He pointed to a tall tower in the distance. "Yggdrasil, the foundation of the Aether Court, their warlock tower, their alchemical fortress. It has stood in the imperial capital for four hundred and sixty-nine years."

"Yet in these four hundred and sixty-nine years, nothing has changed."

Ming Fuluo's heart beat faster and faster.

In fact, she had doubted Ansel's motives more than once for becoming pen pals with her, then approaching her in person, and now being friends with her.

She considered herself a genius, but she also understood very clearly that she, at least her current self, was not worthy of the future Hydra's investment of so much effort.

The biggest possibility is naturally to subdue himself as the chief of the clan, but Ansor has already refused the matter of being the chief of the clan for an inexplicable and unclear reason.

What exactly does he want? Ming Fuluo, who has been with Anser for such a long time, still hasn't figured it out.

Until now, she listened to Ansel's slow narration and felt the temperature of her chest gradually becoming hotter and hotter as her heart beat more and more vigorously.

"Be it a thousand years or four hundred and sixty-nine years, it's such a long time...why hasn't anything changed?" Anser turned to look at Ming Fuluo and said softly:

"A Luo, this world shouldn't be like this."

"The extraordinary can make mountains rise from the ground and split the sea in two. They can create food out of thin air and eliminate all hunger. They can also provide endless energy and make everything develop at a high speed. But no one, not even the emperor himself, has ever thought of using this power to advance the entire empire, the entire society, and the entire era."

"Destruction, destruction, plunder, selfishness, sublimation..."

The monster that symbolizes the abyss whispered absurd words that were totally inconsistent with his identity:

"Does the so-called supernatural exist for these things?"

"No!" Ming Fuluo responded immediately, "It should be the possibility of changing the world, not--"

"Instead of being the culprit that makes this world stagnant, right?"

Anser looked into the pair of purple eyes that seemed to be filled with some emotions, and spoke gently.

"……Correct."

Ming Fuluo's voice was trembling a little. It certainly wasn't out of fear, but rather the uncontrollable ecstasy of a lone traveler on a long road, who finally found a fellow traveler in the boundless loneliness and darkness.

She thought that Ansel was simply supporting her and was just trying to please her.

She had never thought about it... In fact, Anser, a man who had everything since birth, also had the same view as her about this sick society and world.

"This world..." She repeated Anser's words, "It shouldn't be like this."

"But we can't change the extraordinary, Luo."

Anser smiled, with a helpless tone in his smile: "The pursuit of power is the nature of the extraordinary, and it is the soul's thirst for ether and a higher level of life. Every extraordinary person will eventually walk on this same path in different ways."

"The Extraordinary... Why do the Extraordinary decide everything?"

Ming Fuluo's voice gradually became higher: "It is obviously the extraordinary himself who decides everything!"

"Anser."

She reached out and pressed Anser's shoulders, her face and eyes, which almost never showed any emotion, were filled with extremely hot emotions.

"You're right. This world shouldn't be like this."

Ideal, the ideal that Ming Fuluo pursues, the new era that she seeks.

It is no longer stagnant, no longer dead silent. It is based on transcendence, moving towards a greater stage, beyond everyone's imagination, and beyond the reach of all thinking... a new world!

“But we have the ability to change it. Since the existence of the extraordinary makes the world so absurd, we should not rely on the extraordinary, but on the extraordinary itself.”

Ming Furo stretched out her hand to Ansel's cheek, held his head, and her gorgeous purple eyes reflected the bright stars.

It's like the sky that embraces everything.

"Anser, you also want to witness that future, right!"

Anser looked into those eyes that were so shocking and intoxicating at the moment. After a brief silence, he said gently, "Of course, Luo."

"Then come with me."

You know me and I know you.

"I have you, and you have me."

You support me and I support you.

Mingfuluo Zeger, Anser's friend, his best friend, declared this with great emotion at the moment. She had completely lost her usual cold and distant image and stretched out her fist towards him:

"Let us... put an end to this thousand years of stagnation and silence!"

Ansel looked at the girl in front of him who had given him her unreserved trust, and slowly raised his fist.

In the end, his fist bumped into Ming Furo's.

No one knew what Ansir Hydra was thinking at this moment except himself.

But Ming Fuluo only saw a bright smiling face and heard him say:

"for the future."

for the future.

Unfortunately, this is just a cruel lie of the devil.

*

Material Armor: Black Knight.

This is the equipment that the Ether Academy built in just five days with the unlimited resources supported by the Emperor.

Moreover, this is by no means a big toy used to scare the Tower of Babel, nor is it a defective product that was rushed. This is a real weapon that can slaughter everything on the battlefield and destroy all enemies.

Originally, most of the Tower of Babel members did not know why Princess Ivora suddenly issued such a cruel order, but after Conrad drove the Black Knight and made an inexplicable declaration as an "enemy", some smart people had already sensed a possibility.

Now, the entire Tower of Babel is shrouded in a gloomy and low-pressure atmosphere. All the scholars and alchemists who are forced to work hard in the alchemy workshop to make weapons are asking themselves in confusion: What are we doing? What are we facing?

The high-ranking officials of the Tower of Babel could only respond with helpless silence in the face of numerous inquiries. What could they say? Tell these scholars that we would face the combination of the Ether Academy and the Emperor next, and that we would have to win a war with weapons made by ourselves?

Ivola was unruly and brutal, but not stupid. She knew that saying this would only add to the pressure and chaos of the people in Babel Tower, so she only told the truth to the top management. However, when faced with these long-time friends and like-minded partners, the top management could only sadly remain silent.

Such silence undoubtedly further aggravated the depressing atmosphere in the Tower of Babel.

Two days had passed since the arrival of the Black Knight. The Ether Institute, which had taken control of the situation, was probably already making final adjustments to the machine. The high-ranking officials of the Tower of Babel knew that the meaningless war that was only meant to please the tyrant would soon begin.

Today, on the seventh day of preparations for this joke of war, Hendrick convened a high-level meeting of the Tower of Babel for the first and perhaps last time.

In the conference room, Hendrick looked at the scholars, most of whom looked haggard and tired, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.

A direct confrontation with the Ether Court and the Emperor... this despairing and absurd fact had already overwhelmed them too many times in the past seven days.

All the senior executives who knew the truth collapsed during their research at one point or another. Some destroyed materials in a rage, some collapsed to the ground in despair, and some became completely numb, with their brains in a state of chaos and unable to figure out what they were doing.

Even Hendrick had to rely on alchemical drugs to maintain his condition under heavy pressure.

"...Everyone, how is it going?"

But the reality was cold. The tyrannical flames in the palms of the emperor and the eldest princess never cared about their hardships. Hendrick could only force himself to cheer up and try to make his voice calm and steady: "Jongger, let's start with you."

Ms. Ronggel, who had the highest frontal force value in the Tower of Babel, rubbed her temple and sighed: "I am trying to forge a long sword that integrates composite elements. It is still a semi-finished product. I am not sure if it can be completed before the deadline."

"…Lunk, what about you?"

"I'm making a dragon bone giant bow. With the resources of the eldest princess, the whole process is not a problem, but like Rong Geer, the time is..."

Hendrick then asked several of the most capable alchemists or scholars in the Tower of Babel, and their answers were without exception "it's being rushed into production" or "it's still a semi-finished product that needs to be adjusted."

If it weren't for the perfect weapons, it would be impossible to compete with the Ether Institute. This was Ivora's idea and also the idea of ​​the top leaders of the Tower of Babel.

In just seven days...improvement and upgrading are not difficult, and even creating something from scratch is not impossible for them, but the problem is...this alone is far from enough.

The top warlocks affiliated with the Tower of Babel are not incapable, but they face enormous pressure, which requires them to be the "best". For these alchemists and scholars, the so-called "best" often means a lifetime of hard work that takes months or even years to come to fruition.

Therefore, alchemy is called the field of genius.

No matter how talented, capable, and well-resourced a person is, when conceiving and creating an alchemical item, it is unknown how many hours and years it will take to catch that ray of inspiration, turn thoughts into concrete objects, and make fantasies become reality.

A true genius can often make the mediocre people despise and be unable to get a glimpse of their great fantasies, and turn them into world-shaking truths while they are pondering.

The time left for them is really too short.

The people at the Tower of Babel also couldn’t understand. No matter how powerful the Ether Academy’s background was, no matter how many unlimited resources the emperor had… could creation be accomplished so easily?

If the Ether Institute had this ability, it would have crushed the Tower of Babel into dust long ago, and there would be no need to resort to any cruel means of suppression.

"Why are you all making these independent alchemical weapons?"