The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Since they are neither able nor dare to resist, they create a class that is lower and more humble than them, just as they are compared to the extraordinary people, in order to divert this sense of humiliation, and even use it to fantasize about the pleasure that the extraordinary people feel in oppressing them.

This kind of "slave" will not actually disappear due to the existence or cancellation of the slave trade. It is just a change of name. They are not entirely for the purpose of providing better labor, but as a tool for venting, a tool to be trampled on so that the trampler can feel comforted when facing the extraordinary.

Even though the thirteen-year-old Ansel had already accepted his fate and faced endless pressure that made him despair, he still hated this absurd and morbid cold reality that degraded human values ​​to dust.

Anser is still the same today.

But today, he no longer has the energy to do these "redundant" things. Change may come someday, but it is not something he should consider now.

In fact, at the age of thirteen, he had almost given up caring about these things, but at that time, Ansel still had friends.

only……

"If it's about relaxing."

Hydra, who had once glimpsed the prosperity of that world, gazed at this empire that had remained motionless for thousands of years through his mask, smiling with his fangs exposed.

"It's time for me to do something that can make me happy."

Chapter 8: Hell in Hydra's Eyes (K)

"I said... Young Master."

Lawrence climbed onto Anser's shoulder and squatted, scratching his head: "If you want to find a shop selling sheep, why don't you just ask me?"

"It's not like I came to the black market specifically for this."

Anser cut the fruit flesh on the plate and said calmly, "It was just a whim."

“…It just came to me on a whim.”

The fat rat climbed down Ansel's shoulder and lay obediently on the edge of the table without saying much.

Three years ago, the young master carried Gleipnir and chopped his way from one end of the street to the other, and it seemed like he did it on a "whim". So, is there going to be another big scene?

——That’s great!

Of course, just because Lawrence likes fun things doesn't mean he deliberately wants Anther to bring him fun.

Shushu, who was lying on the table and wagging his tail, raised his little head and looked at the young master who was trying to be perfect in everything he did, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

At the young master's age, the eldest brother is either playing the role of a young lady or showing off in front of others. He lives a very free and easy life.

Hydra's "human" life is from bliss to pain. Instead of enjoying the supreme authority brought by the spirit race at an age when he is conscious and will not be eroded by the world, he ponders this and studies that every day, as if he is planning something from morning to night... How can this be possible!

What's the trouble? Just ask the boss to use the Norton cannon to destroy it! How can Hydra be called Hydra if he doesn't act on his own will?

With this kind of mood and thoughts in mind, Lawrence secretly made up his mind when Anser asked it to be a guide that he must make his young master have a good time today - and have some fun at the same time.

"Then Anser, when are you going to destroy that store?"

Having already eaten four plates of meat, Xitana rubbed her hands and was eager to try: "Can I do it?"

Ansel and Marina came into the restaurant again not long after lunch. It was because Sitana had not eaten lunch after her exercise, and the girl had just finished her feast and was full of energy.

"But you have to protect Marina." Anser wiped his mouth with a smile, "Just bear with it this time."

"Mr. Anser, I can stay in a safe place for now."

Marina, who was sitting dignified with her hands flat on her legs, said tactfully in a gentle voice, "I won't cause any trouble for you and Xi'er."

"What's the problem?" Xitana said nonchalantly, "How can this small black market pose a threat to Anser and my people? Besides, Lawrence is here."

Marina originally wanted to preach something to her sister, but after seeing the faint smile on Ansel's face, she just sighed secretly and didn't say much. She found that... she seemed a little uncomfortable with this leisurely pace.

The so-called relaxation and entertainment... since when, they have become somewhat distant to her, and she has become accustomed to it.

But since you are here to relax with Mr. Anser and Xier, you should not say any more big talk and ruin their mood.

And, maybe I can find what my lady is talking about...what Mr. Anser gave up.

Marina looked at the two most important people in her life and made up her mind.

After having eaten her fill, Xitana was just thinking about venting her energy. She didn't want to just watch, so she shook Ansher's arm and said, "Can we let Lawrence protect Lina? Lawrence is definitely better than me now and can protect Lina better. I want to beat up those bastards with Ansher!"

"Lawrence is our guide, not a bodyguard." Anser had long been immune to Xitana's attacks. He rubbed the girl's head and said, "Just protect Marina well this time. If there is a chance next time, you can take over."

Knowing that there was no other way, although Sitana was unwilling, she still agreed honestly: "Okay then, I will definitely protect Lina."

But I really want to break the legs of those beasts and hang them at the entrance of the black market... Damn it!

The memories that Anser showed Xitana made her particularly sensitive to such things. When she thought of the suffering that those trafficked and abducted slaves might have endured, the anger in her heart burned uncontrollably.

But... since Anser said so, I'd better be patient. Anser will definitely handle it anyway!

Lawrence just wants Anther to have a good time, Marina is carefully thinking about how to find out what's wrong with Anther, and Sitana thinks Anther will definitely teach those bad guys a lesson.

Pure, caring, simple... whatever the thoughts were, they were all surrounding Anser, who was now quietly wiping his mouth with a napkin.

It was clearly Hitana who suggested going out to play, and Anther's original intention was to let the sisters relax, but in the end the focus turned around and came back to Anther.

As for what Ansel is thinking now, Lawrence can't figure it out, Marina can't guess it, and Sitana doesn't even want to think about it.

"Let's go." Young Hydra put down his napkin and smiled. "It's about time we asked that shop owner friend to show us the way. Let's go see who else has started this business in the past three years."

*

After lunch, the millipede closed its stall early today.

He originally thought he could make a fortune, but with his eyesight, he couldn't even tell what the boy's clothes were made of.

The mask on his face was also high-end, with a powerful detection spell blocking effect. According to his many years of experience in the black market, this must be the young master who had nothing to do, so he used the black market, which sounded somewhat impressive, to save face in front of his favorite concubine.

These fat sheep have no good eyesight, their mouths are harder than each other, and they care about face the most, so they can be killed with ease.

As for whether he would offend someone he shouldn't offend... What a joke, he is the number one stolen goods dealer in the city, Millipede, and he is afraid of this? He changes his location and face every time he opens a shop, who can find him?

However, instead of slaughtering the fat sheep, he suffered a heavy loss.

——He still can't forget the look of astonishment on his old friend's face during lunch.

"What? You only sold that thing for 200 gold coins?"

"What do you mean? Don't tell me it's worth more. I can't be wrong. That fake is worth at most a hundred gold coins. Even someone with a little knowledge can't be fooled."

"Damn it, I went to that fake jewelry store again this morning to get some money back, but I heard them say that the cost of making that thing was only 190 gold coins! They were going to sell it on the market for 400 gold coins each! I thought I could make a fortune! How come you can be so foolish?"

Millipede didn't expect that he would make mistakes sometimes. As the top dealer of stolen goods in the black market, he has handled countless devices and jewelry. As a dealer of stolen goods, the most important thing is vision. Some people who sell stolen goods don't even know how much the goods are worth. How many gold coins they can earn depends entirely on their vision and words.

In the eyes of the millipede, a hundred gold coins were enough for the imitation Deep Blue Tear...how could it be that the cost was only one hundred and ninety gold coins?

I thought I had doubled my money, but I ended up being teased and laughed at instead.

When the millipede thought of the snow-haired girl's elegant tone as she said "it's worth the price", he felt furious.

As a second-level extraordinary person, he set up a stall in the outer city to sell stolen goods, both for money and out of hobby. To Millipede, fooling fools and fighting with experts were extremely interesting things. However, he had not failed for a long time, and being tricked like this, his unwillingness became more dominant.

But he hadn't thought about how to retaliate. First, the rules of the black market were here. Second, the concubines he brought with him all had such vision. This fat sheep could definitely not be a fat sheep. So why kill it? We were all doing business together!

"Once that unfortunate Duke Shenghui dies, the hyenas will soon become dead dogs... If I can bring a big client to the boss, the supply of goods may be even wider!"

With this idea in mind, the millipede quickly took action. Relying on his connections in the black market, he immediately found the three wolves with conspicuous features disguised as fat sheep.

They had already entered the inner city, and had just come out of the most expensive restaurant in the entire black market, the Hell Cauldron. Even a wealthy top dealer like Millipede would feel pain in his stomach to enter that place once. The chef there was the former chef of Taotie's Mouth, who had committed a crime and was hiding here. Even if that guy carved a flower on a fruit, he would charge you hundreds of gold coins.

The millipede was certain of what he had in mind. That "fat sheep" was so familiar with the place and looked so calm and composed. He was definitely not a newcomer. He must find a chance to get in touch with him!

The black market will soon be reshuffled, and the forces behind the several "leaders" who divide the black market are different. The hyenas, relying on the support of the Shenghui family, have almost swallowed up half of the black market; his boss, the evil eagle, is supported by three old marquis families who have lived in the imperial capital for hundreds of years, and his power is second; the mysterious rat king rarely shows up, his power is unknown, but his energy is huge, and the hyenas dare not reach out to his territory; and the last colorful spider... a slave who rose in the black market purge three years ago, relying on his powerful extraordinary strength to fight his way out in the black market, although he has no power behind him, but he has some cooperation with the rat king and barely stands firm, and is the weakest party.

And now with the fall of Shenghui, the Evil Vulture is ambitious. He wants to immediately get rid of the hyenas who are frantically looking for backers. At the same time, he is also quite afraid of the Rat King who came from nowhere... If he could introduce a strong foreign aid to his boss at this time, then wouldn't his already extremely comfortable days be able to soar again?

Thinking this, the millipede followed them carefully for a long time until he saw them... walking into a magnificent store with extremely luxurious decoration.

"Damn it." Millipede watched them walk into the store from afar, and cursed inwardly at the sign, "I can't be so unlucky!"

On the surface, this store looks like just a shop selling all kinds of supernatural tools, but in fact it is managed by Hyenas. It is the largest "sheep farm" in the entire black market. Although most of the people who come here are ordinary people with money, most of these ordinary people have backers, and some sheep are of extremely high quality, so supernatural people or high-ranking nobles may not necessarily patronize them.

Hyena is now busy looking for a new backer. In addition to taking the initiative to contact, he is also likely to choose the big shots who patronize his place. Although the background of the noble young master wearing an ordinary black mask is unclear at present, he must be no simple character... If he is won over by Hyena, his boss will have less chance of winning, and he will not be able to live so freely in the outer city.

The millipede thought about it again and again. Although he was following the evil vulture, his identity as a stolen goods dealer was still independent... The hyena was busy with his own business and might not do anything to him. He actually hoped that the hyena would fall. This dog bastard had cut off his supply of goods in the past, either openly or secretly. If that was the case...

The man gritted his teeth and stepped into the building built on sin.

*

Relying on the certificate provided by the shop owner, Anser and his team successfully entered the underground of the building, which was the secret place where slaves were sold.

"Anser."

Xitana whispered in Anser's ear, "Should we really ignore that guy who has been following us?"

"No, there are more important things we need to deal with now, right?"

Anser also whispered in Xitana's ear: "If you can't control your emotions at that time, it doesn't matter. I will protect Lina."

"I won't lose control that easily."

Xitana said angrily: "An...Master, don't underestimate me!"

What Ming Furo said to her really had a profound impact on her. Xitana is now particularly concerned about her emotional changes. Although Ansel has repeatedly emphasized that she shouldn't take it too seriously, she just can't let it go.

After all, what Ming Fuluo said at the time seemed alarmist, but it was actually based on facts.

"Sir, what is your name?" As soon as Anser entered the main hall in the basement, a waiter came up to him with a smile on his face and greeted him respectfully and politely.

"Faust."

Sitana was still looking around heartlessly, but Marina's expression under the mask changed slightly after hearing the name.

Due to work needs, she has done some research on the group of adventurers, and the name Faust...

The mysterious adventurer who left a legend in the West...is he also Mr. Anser?

Not only in the Western Kingdom, Faust, as an adventurer, left many legends throughout the empire that ordinary people could not understand. And as he disappeared about half a year ago, this name is rarely known to the people of the empire outside the Western Kingdom.

But Mr. Anser doesn't seem like the kind of person who would wander around and adventure alone. Why would he choose to act as an adventurer under another identity, and what is he planning?

Faust's first legendary battle was the dragon disaster in the West three years ago... Three years ago, three years ago, Mr. Anser cleaned up the black market, three years ago, Mr. Anser left the imperial capital, it seemed that many things happened three years ago... Three years ago, what happened? Could it be the key to Mr. Anser giving up the important thing in his heart?

Marina lowered her eyes in thought, and the waiter obviously didn't know Faust's name. He greeted Anser warmly: "You are a new guest. Please let me know if you need anything. If possible, can you tell me what your preference is for those cute lambs? Mature or cute? Cold or delicate? We have recently received a new batch of goods and are stepping up the training to ensure that you will be satisfied!"

"Do you have a public auction today?" Anser said with a smile.

"So you're a regular customer?" The waiter was slightly surprised. "You've never been to our Dreamland before."

"I went to the other side of the Tiantu Mountains from Donggang three years ago and came back not long ago." Anser shrugged. "I wanted to buy two sheep at the old place, but I heard that the black market changed not long after I left."

"So that's it..."

The waiter understood and became more enthusiastic.

The Tiantu Mountains blocked the empire's ambition to advance to the other side of the continent. The sea to the north was swept by cold currents all day long, and the sea to the south was surrounded by the Lost Sea, making it impossible to lead to the other side of the continent. Only Donggang had the only route to the other side of the continent. Although the route was extremely long and still had to pass through the boundless Lost Sea, it was only a shallow area after all. Although there were risks, they were acceptable, and people from there could only come over through this route.

I heard that there is a way to cross the Tiantu Mountains, but I don't know if it is true. In short, Donggang is the only way to travel between the two ends of the continent, and ordinary people can't afford the ticket for that ship, let alone stay there like playing and come back whenever they want.

"You are so lucky, Mr. Faust." The waiter's smile became even brighter. "There will be a public auction in twenty minutes, and there are two empty boxes that have not been reserved. Do you want to book one?"

"Lina." Ansel tilted his head slightly, and the girl beside him put the bag in the waiter's hand.

"There are 10,000 imperial gold coins in it. If it's not enough, you can add more." The young nobleman, whose background is hard to see through, smiled and said, "Lead the way."

This attitude of taking out 10,000 imperial gold coins as if drinking water made the waiter nod his head and bow, and he immediately took Anser to the private room of the public auction venue.

"Mr. Faust, what do you need?"

The waiter, who regarded Anser as a veteran, smiled ambiguously: "Is it a beautiful candy, or..."

"I'm not interested in things that affect the brain, and you don't need to send anyone." Anser waved his hand, "That's all."

The waiter nodded quickly and left the room quickly.

“…I’ve been looking all the way here.”

Xitana sat down on the armrest of the big chair where Anser was sitting and said with a puzzled look on her face: "This doesn't look like a place where shady business is done."

"This proves that our shop owner friend is not lying, this place is indeed 'doing business'."

Ansher chuckled, but the hint of disgust and coldness in that chuckle was kept in Marina's heart.

“A true businessman would package his products in a way that is bright, exquisite and gorgeous enough, rather than just throwing them into a cage for people to admire like monkeys.”