The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Xavier lowered his head slightly, but his figure seemed to be between existence and non-existence; Lawrence's tiny bright red eyes were filled with an even more intense blood color; Tyr stood silently in front of Flamel, and his terrifying body over three meters tall seemed to have become a little stronger; Torado held the scepter in his hand, and the top of the scepter was filled with the purest destruction.

As long as Flamel had any idea of ​​bringing destruction, they would carry out Flamel's intentions without hesitation, starting from the imperial capital and destroying the entire empire.

That gaze was so long, yet it seemed... so short.

"..."

The Emperor Chi Mu, who was hiding in the source flame, chose to avoid sight and no longer looked at Flamel. This show of weakness made the man's face reappear with the gentle smile he usually gave to Anser. He waved his hand, and Notong put away its destruction, still floating calmly in the sky above the imperial capital. The Qi Shou also restrained their own pressure, not caring at all that there were unknown number of fifth-level people in the entire imperial capital who were scared and almost ran away on the spot.

"She's still so weak, so everything will be fine."

Flamel stretched himself and said, "Although Arthur has his plan, since this is supposed to be a problem I have to solve... How can I let him work so hard to do it?"

"As a father, I'm already unqualified enough. If I leave this mess to Arthur, Annie will sleep in a separate room from me."

"Lawrence, Savile." He straightened his collar and prepared to leave the courtyard, saying, "Go and knock on the fifth-order who might be ready to make a move. Since Efesand has backed down, it doesn't matter if we kill a few more."

"No problem, sir!" "Got it, sir."

"As for Tyr and Torado... forget about it. If they fight, the imperial capital will be torn down, and that will be a bit troublesome. I'm looking for another location for the Zero Point Maze. Come with me then."

"Yes, my lord." "I understand, my lord."

The man nodded and walked out of the manor calmly and quietly.

Flamel Hydra is on the right path, with warm sunshine and bright light.

Chapter 9: Mingfu "Luo" (K)

[I will make this world stagnant for thousands of years, until——]

"!"

Ming Fuluo suddenly woke up from the large recliner.

"..." The woman came back to her senses and covered her forehead with her hands. The remaining memories in her mind made her violent heartbeat still unable to calm down.

It took Ming Fuluo a long time to calm her breathing. When she reached out and touched the puppet's chest, the cold, inhuman touch actually calmed her down.

"Nightmare..."

She half covered her face and whispered softly: "Will I have nightmares again?"

The unclear words and strange tone of voice made Ming Fuluo feel a shudder from the bottom of her heart.

Hydra's terror and domination made her dream of the extremely desperate scene even when she was in a light sleep.

Three days have passed since returning from Hydra Manor.

Today, Hendrick brought news to Ming Furo that Ansher would come to the Tower of Babel at noon today, officially announcing to the imperial capital and the empire that he would become the actual controller of this academic organization.

According to the order, she had to use her body again after not walking outside for three years before Ansel arrived.

Soran's broken restrictions were completely lifted yesterday, and her soul can come and go freely, no longer bound by this puppet. During this period, her soul has also suffered a certain degree of damage, but fortunately the impact is not great, and she just needs to rest for a while.

The woman looked at the body placed in the cabin, and her face, which had never shown any emotion, became somewhat complicated.

Just as Anser said, the Tower of Babel taken over by him will no longer be under the heavy suppression of the Ether Court, her safety will also be guaranteed, and she will no longer have to use puppets to travel.

But Ming Fuluo had long been accustomed to controlling this cold body. She had even somewhat forgotten the feeling of blood flowing in her body, the throbbing of her heartbeat, and the real temperature contained in her flesh and blood.

She recalled what Anser had said to her three years ago -

[Sooner or later you will peel off more]

Strip away more…humanity.

The puppet, which looked no different from a human body, slowly clenched its fist. The flexible touch that Ming Furo was already familiar with made her think that it was her own body.

She knew Anser was right, and she could see the changes in herself - but she had no choice.

Three years ago, the person who once smiled and told her that he would witness the new era with her left her without hesitation. In order to keep everything, Mingfulo Zeger had to take this path.

"If you had… no."

The woman murmured in a low voice: "There is no point in blaming the problem on him. Since we have parted ways, he has no reason to help you. Don't lose so badly, Ming Fuluo."

Now that we have received the greatest help, there is no need to think about so many things anymore.

She finally had the chance to immerse herself in research... Whether it was the ideas that had piled up there and had not yet been realized, or the incredible potential of Nidhogg that Anser had shown her, it was enough for her to spend years or even decades on them.

As for this process, there is naturally a lot of malice from the devil, but Ming Furo doesn't care.

But it's just... watching myself die.

Ming Fuluo exhaled slowly, stood up, and prepared to let her soul return to the body that had been resting for so long.

But the moment she stood up, she instantly cast her eyes towards the entrance of the safe room deep underground in the Tower of Babel.

"Ms. Zeger, you are really cautious. No wonder you were able to not only save your life under the heavy pressure of the Ether Academy, but also create so many refreshing alchemical instruments."

An elegant and calm girl's voice came from the dim entrance: "It's just that it's not good for your mood to be in such a dim environment all the time."

"you--"

Ming Fuluo's purple eyes reflected the dignified and noble white pleated skirt and the faint smile on her pretty face.

"...Your Highness Susilun." She adjusted her mood and spoke with a slightly heavier tone, "Why are you here?"

"Hmm?" The impeccably dignified little princess tilted her head slightly, looking playful and cute. "Are you wondering how I found this place, or how I got in?"

"Both."

"Haha, it's not just my willful and absurd sister that I can rely on, Miss Zeger."

The girl's words were meaningful, but their meaning was clear.

Ming Fuluo understood what was going on in an instant. She was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "So, are you here on your own behalf, or..."

"Of course... just me."

Su Silun stood about ten meters in front of Ming Furo. Although she did not inherit the essence of the god, she still had the blood of Feasting Flame flowing in her veins. She was a beautiful girl, her face shrouded in shadow in the dim room.

"You should know, Miss Zeger." Su Silun sighed, "In fact, your situation and mine are very similar."

“They all have ambitions that are not favored by the world.”

“There is no real foundation to support ambitions.”

"And... they are all forced to choose a path that walks on the brink of destruction."

"I think." Ming Fuluo's tone was very calm, "I don't think I am qualified enough for you to lower yourself so low and try to make me empathize with you."

"Then you underestimate yourself, Miss Zeger."

Su Silun laughed: "I am not my arrogant sister who thinks she is qualified to become a god and does not take anyone else seriously... In my opinion, you are a genius far superior to me, not to mention..."

"You now have the support of Lord Anser, don't you?"

The dim safe room was extremely quiet. The little princess, who came here for some unknown reason, smiled and waited patiently for Ming Furo's answer. The female scholar who had been hiding here all day was silent, as if she was thinking about how to respond.

"You... haven't told me why you're here."

After a long time, Ming Fuluo said this, as if she wanted to have a deeper conversation with Su Silun.

The elegant and mysterious little princess smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's very simple. Do you want revenge, Miss Zeg?"

"……revenge?"

"Revenge on the evil woman who imprisoned you, dominated you, and nearly destroyed you."

She put her hands behind her back and uttered such outrageous words that were tantamount to seeking death.

Ming Fuluo and Su Silun looked at each other for two seconds, then said expressionlessly: "Not interested."

It's not out of fear or rationality, it's just that I'm simply not interested.

This kind of choice does not need to be made rationally. Ming Furo does not like Ivora. To a certain extent, she does hate her, but... revenge?

Such time-wasting and meaningless things should be thrown into the trash. Her time is extremely precious now.

Su Silun stared at Ming Fuluo for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "I don't think you're interested either, so...how about changing the transaction?"

She took a step forward and said in a vague and illusory voice:

"Erion Zeger."

The cold and stable puppet trembled visibly.

"The outstanding genius who rose to fame fifty years ago, the alchemist recognized by Flamel forty years ago, the apostate madman despised by everyone thirty years ago, and now... an unknown person."

This princess, who also had great ambitions, had approached the trembling Ming Fuluo and whispered in her ear:

"Do you want to know why he died?"

*

"This Tower of Babel..."

Xitana, who was following Anser, whispered, "It feels very different from the Ether Institute. It doesn't look that powerful."

As a very purely sensory animal, she was deeply impressed by the magnificent sight of arriving at Yggdrasil, and these utilitarian houses in the Tower of Babel seemed to Xitana like, well... a slightly more advanced village.

The last time she came to the Tower of Babel with Ansher, she had not yet had a formal tour of the place. This time, after taking a tour around it under Hendrick's personal guidance... she found it to be just so-so and a bit boring.

Now, they are in the alchemy workshop area of ​​the Tower of Babel, visiting their unique alchemical equipment production line. Miss Hitana feels a little bored because she has no idea what these clanging machines are used for or what they are doing.

"This is the workshop for producing communication magic crystals." Compared to the uninterested Xitana, Hendrick has been very enthusiastic since he met Anser. "We have been trying to improve the communication magic crystals in many aspects, including reducing costs, increasing production, and making ether circuits that can support better communication spells, as well as energy replenishment... The progress has been good, and there should be new breakthroughs within five years."

"Want to expand it to the civilian level?" Anser asked with a smile.

"That's right!" Hendrick responded excitedly, "Due to the raw materials, etheric imprints, and charging issues... the users of communication magic crystals are still limited to wealthy nobles... As long as we can find a way to solve these problems, even civilians can use communication magic crystals."

"……Although."

The man smiled helplessly and said, "Although you may think this is a bit flashy, the situation in the empire... you know that many practical alchemical tools are difficult to be effectively promoted."

“Change always involves disruption and sacrifice.”

Anser looked at the busy puppets and warlocks in the workshop and said in a distant voice: "The vested interests will not allow you to make sacrifices based on their interests. Of course, if you can offer corresponding benefits, they will also give in. It's just... these greedy people who are used to extortion have a bit too much appetite, right?"

He patted Hendrick on the shoulder and said, "It's not easy for you either."

"Sir Anser..."

The look in Hendrick's eyes, which was already full of respect for Anser, was now filled with admiration beyond words.

"...Yes." He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and said in a deep voice, "If their demands were not so excessive, in the past three years... we should have promoted a lot of practical alchemical equipment to the entire empire. Even, if Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess is willing..."

He shook his head and said nothing more.

Ivora had no interest in these so-called "practical alchemical tools". As for the benefits these revolutionary things could bring to her? What a joke! When they really developed these things and promoted them nationwide, it would be several years later. The entire empire would belong to her. What was the point of the benefits?

In the eyes of the ambitious princess, she was already quite merciful by not tying up the Babel gang and forcing them to die in the alchemy workshop to make weapons day and night. Instead, she gave them the space to freely develop, study and discuss. How could Hendrick dare to ask for her help under such circumstances?

All I can say is that in the past three years, Babel Tower has indeed been struggling, but now...

"The communication magic crystal industry can be promoted. I will ask Mr. Pala to transfer some people from the Alchemy Association. As for materials, I will also have people contact several large adventurer guilds in the Western Country for you. They have a wide range of connections and have a lot of good stuff in their hands."

"As for how to do it and how long it will take, I won't ask." Anser looked at Hendrick who was getting more and more excited, and said gently, "Take your time, there is still a lot of time, Hendrick."

"Thank you...thank you for your kindness and your help, Lord Anser!"

Hendrick bowed deeply to Anser. The dignity of a fifth-order extraordinary being was so insignificant at this moment, but Hendrick did not feel the slightest bit unnatural about this "submission". Loss of dignity? He was clearly receiving the greatest respect!

Hendrick promised in his heart that he would never allow any voice against Ansher to appear within the Tower of Babel, although he also felt that it was impossible for such a voice to appear.

"There are still a few more important alchemy workshops to come. You... I'm sorry! It has taken so long. Sir Anser, please take a rest for a while."

Hendrick, who was originally full of enthusiasm and wanted to continue taking Anther to see more important alchemy workshops in the Tower of Babel, suddenly realized that he had been walking with Anther in the Tower of Babel for three hours without stopping. Although Anther was definitely not tired, Hendrick did not want to appear too eager for quick success in front of him and leave a bad impression.

Anser did not refuse, and led Hendrick to the lounge, while casually asking: "Where is Ming Fuluo? Is she busy?"

"Ming Fuluo..." The man's face froze. "She might have been delayed by something very important... Of course, I don't mean that she has something more important than meeting you, but... You know, she is just that kind of girl... Please forgive her rudeness, Lord Anser."

"Don't be so nervous, Hendrick." Anser couldn't help but laugh, "I'm just asking casually. I had a great time working with Ming Fuluo a few days ago. She is a rare genius."

Anser's words made Hendrick feel relieved, and he subconsciously recalled that this young Hydra had been in contact with Ming Furo for a period of time.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but look at the girl next to Anser.

Among the high-level extraordinary people, there is the widely-known Xitana Lansmalos, a peerless genius who can withstand the power of two kinds of contracts. In a few years, she will become the most powerful warrior under Anser.