The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The girl hit Ansel's chest in embarrassment.

"In fact." Anser smiled, "Fate will not sit idly by and watch me turn Ming Furo into a purely rational tool. He will find a way to make Ming Furo pick up human emotions. Once He does this, the person Ming Furo can't get rid of the most is me... No matter what, I have a greater chance of winning, and--"

"……and?"

Anser said mysteriously: "This training did not start when I returned to the imperial capital."

"From the beginning, I was invincible."

"... Humph, bragging." Xitana snorted and twisted her body, "Then Ansir, what exactly do you want to do with her?"

Anser gently stroked the girl's smooth short hair: "No matter how fate pushes me, my plan will still proceed step by step, and what will happen in the end..."

Ah Luo, that's all up to you.

Chapter 33: Death of the Master

"Ming Fuluo, this is Ms. Myron."

Ms. Ronggel introduced the old woman sitting opposite Ming Fuluo: "She is a soul master who has lived in seclusion for a long time. She is also one of my former mentors. Her attainments in soul magic are comparable to Soran's. She is completely trustworthy."

Ming Fuluo bowed her head to the kind-hearted old woman with white hair in front of her: "Hello, Ms. Myron."

"Haha... I didn't expect that Rong Geer would trouble me one day."

This old sorcerer, whom Ming Fuluo had never heard of and who had obviously been in seclusion for a long time, smiled gently and said, "We probably haven't been in touch for more than thirty years."

Rong Geer lowered his head like Ming Fuluo and said with shame: "I wanted to contact you a few times, but I was afraid to disturb your hard practice. I am very sorry, mentor."

"I don't mean to blame you. I'm just curious... After you achieved something, you've never bothered me. Something that made you lower your face to ask me for help must be extremely important."

Myron cast his gaze on Ming Fuluo: "This little girl is a very important person to you."

"Ming Fuluo is the granddaughter of Mr. Zeger." Rong Geer looked at Myron and said very seriously, "To me, she is naturally the most important person."

"...Zerg, Erion?"

Myron was stunned for a moment, then said with great emotion: "So she is Erion's granddaughter. I was wondering why she looked familiar."

The smile on her face became even kinder: "Very good, then this trip will be more meaningful."

"Ms. Myron, what do I need to do?"

"Nothing is needed, just wait a moment."

Myron spoke gently, and an invisible force brushed over Ming Fuluo. The woman could feel a gaze scanning her soul, but the feeling was too faint. Compared with the feeling when the fifth-level warlock of the Tower of Babel used soul magic on her... It was just like a passerby on the street casually glanced at her.

"Um……"

After examining Ming Furo's soul condition, Myron fell into deep thought. Ming Furo showed no expression, but Rong Geer seemed a little nervous.

"It's not a serious problem, don't worry."

Seeing Rong Geer's nervous look, Myron couldn't help but laugh and said, "The soul was separated from the body and forced into an inappropriate container for too long, causing a certain degree of damage, which indirectly affected the memory. Just rest slowly. If Ming Fuluo doesn't mind, I can also help repair it directly, but it's inevitable that I will spy on some of her memories."

Rong Geer let out a long sigh: "That's great... Let's let Ming Fuluo recuperate for a while, and we won't bother you anymore."

After learning about Ming Fuluo's memory problem, she and Hendrick were both shocked. The warlocks in Babel who had some knowledge of the soul had conducted tests and their conclusions were consistent with Myron's. However, because they were worried that Sauron might have other tricks up his sleeve, they finally asked this long-reclusive soul master to take action.

"...So." Ming Fuluo covered her forehead and said softly, "My memory wasn't tampered with by someone, right?"

"How could you have such an idea?" Myron was a little surprised. "Has anyone tried to do this to you? Was it Soran?"

"No, it's just..."

The petite woman who was sitting demurely was silent for a moment, then responded, "It's just that that memory is somewhat important to me, and I feel that its loss is a bit too... coincidental."

Ming Furo, who had been walking on thin ice over the past few years, was now being cautious. After all, it was too coincidental that Marina had just told her such a secret and she couldn't remember the scene of her breakup with Ansor or the deep reasons for their parting ways.

"It's really just a matter of the soul's adaptation. Rather... your soul is stuffed into a puppet that is so different from your body, and yet it can still remain intact. It's already amazing."

Myron turned around and looked at the lifeless puppet standing beside her. She glanced at it and said with a little surprise: "...Oh, you have improved this puppet to make its soul more adaptable, right? That's a good technique."

"..."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, because she was not the one who improved this puppet, and the process of improvement... she would never forget it in her life.

Fortunately, the incomplete memory is just a problem of the soul adapting to the body. Since it can be recovered by resting, it is not a big deal.

"By the way, you have to be careful about some things while you are recuperating. As your soul recovers and readjusts to your body, your forgotten memories may flash back from time to time."

Myron tapped his temple. "This is a little out of control and very uncomfortable. Try to be patient. Also, because of your special situation, your soul has been out of your body for a long time and has even adapted to the puppet. Now that you are back in your body, you will feel some rejection and discomfort for a while. This is normal. Don't worry."

During this period of time, Ming Fuluo did always vaguely feel the incompatibility between body and soul, but this was also mentioned by the sorcerer of the Tower of Babel.

All in all, these situations are no different from the conclusions reached by other sorcerers in the Tower of Babel who have studied the soul. However... the lack of difference is actually a good thing. At least now I can rest assured.

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Myron."

Ming Fuluo bowed her head again and said, "I'm very sorry to disturb your meditation."

Myron said with a smile: "Whether it is Rong Geer's request or your identity as Erlien's granddaughter, I have reasons to help you. Don't be so polite. If you have any questions, just come to me."

She waved her hand, and her figure suddenly became illusory and disappeared in the room.

Extraordinary people like Myron are rare. They have separated themselves from the secular group of extraordinary people. Some go deep into the Sea of ​​Lost Path, while others live in Tiantu Mountain, seeking the truth in this vast world in their own way.

These extraordinary people are independent and powerful, and are the targets that many forces will fight for... Myron has been in seclusion for a long time, and Rong Geer called him no less than the top soul sorcerer of this generation, so it goes without saying how high his level is. Such a person is willing to provide help to Ming Fuluo at any time, it is impossible that it is just because Rong Geer was her apprentice, it is likely... It is because Ming Fuluo is also the granddaughter of Erion Zeger.

Even though the old man's name has long been forgotten by most people, even though his body can only be buried in the most ordinary public cemetery, there are still people who have pure respect for the former great master.

Ms. Myron arrived just in time and left in style. Rong Geer, who was sitting next to Ming Fuluo, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The elegant lady reached out and touched Ming Fuluo's head, saying softly, "The materials I asked someone to purchase should arrive in a few days. I'll ask Vikanla to make you a soul tonic. You should get better soon. Don't worry, Ming Fuluo."

"……Miss."

Myron's attitude aroused Ming Fuluo's memories of her grandfather. It had no effect on those memories. She didn't know whether she should be glad or feel unfortunate.

She intertwined her fingers and asked softly, "What happened to Grandpa's death?"

Rong Geer's expression froze for a moment, and before she could speak, Ming Fuluo continued to talk to herself:

"Everyone said that Grandpa committed suicide. He died helpless and hopeless after being betrayed by his father, mother, and many of his students."

"But I don't think grandpa would choose to commit suicide. Even when he was at the end of his rope, he never thought of giving up."

"...Ming Fuluo, this matter——"

"So, I always thought that grandpa died at the hands of someone, at the hands of... a group of people."

She turned her head slowly, and the coldness and cruelty in her purple eyes made Rong Geer feel heartbroken.

The petite woman, whose temperament was totally inconsistent with her appearance and body shape, exuded a dangerous aura that made people's heart palpitate. "Madam, I also don't believe that you and Hendrick have not investigated the cause of grandpa's death."

"Now, the Tower of Babel is on the right track, and there is no need to worry about the future. With Anser's support, all dangers and obstacles have disappeared. So... can you tell me the truth about what happened back then?"

Under Ming Fuluo's gaze, Rong Geer could not make any answer. She was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply:

"Ming Fuluo... Just as you said, Hendrick and I also don't believe that the teacher would choose to commit suicide. Not just Hendrick and I, but all those who believed in the teacher and followed the teacher until the last moment, don't believe that he would commit suicide."

This female scholar, who had inherited a noble family heritage and possessed outstanding background and abilities, looked at Ming Fuluo seriously and said, "We have also joined forces and investigated all possibilities in depth, but we... have found nothing."

"Nothing was found... Does that mean we can't even tell whether Grandpa committed suicide or was murdered?"

"...Yes." Rong Geer lowered his eyes, put his hand on his forehead, and whispered, "We can't find the answer, Ming Fuluo."

"I'm sorry, but we...can't find the answer."

She repeated it, her voice guilty and sad.

Ming Fuluo reached out to touch Rong Geer's shoulder, but her hand subconsciously shrank back. After hanging in the air for a while, she finally put it on.

"..."

Rong Geer looked up at Ming Fuluo with a surprised look on her face, but soon her expression became warm again. She turned sideways and gently hugged Ming Fuluo's petite and warm body: "I don't want you to forget, Ming Fuluo, but... we have to move forward after all. The current Tower of Babel and everything we will create are also what the teacher wants to see."

Ming Fuluo, who hadn't hugged anyone for a long time, felt the warmth and tried to rekindle her feelings... It didn't seem like a bad thing.

At least for now, it’s not a bad thing.

"I know, ma'am," Ming Fuluo whispered, "I will move forward, no matter what."

"...I don't really have to force myself. You said that we don't have any pressure now, right?"

Rong Geer patted Ming Fuluo's thin back and said, "Don't push yourself like you did before. The teacher...wouldn't want to see you like this."

"Do not."

Speaking of this, the emotions rising in Ming Fuluo's eyes suddenly dissipated.

She said in a tone that was so calm that it made people feel uncomfortable: "It is precisely because grandpa would not make such a choice that he failed."

"Mingfu..."

"I know what to do, don't worry, I'm fine."

Ming Fuluo let go of Rong Geer and said calmly, "Goodbye, ma'am. I'm going to continue my research. Since it's just a simple adaptation problem, I don't need to be distracted anymore."

"……it is good."

Rong Geer looked at Ming Fuluo, and his hand that was originally reaching out to touch her head, finally patted her shoulder gently: "Come on, let's do it together."

Ming Fuluo maintained her usual indifferent expression, nodded slightly, and left the room.

After she left, Ronggel, the powerful fifth-level warlock who had maintained a normal expression, seemed to have all his strength drained away and almost collapsed.

"…Why, why would Ming Fuluo suddenly talk about the teacher?"

The lady leaning against the table supported her forehead weakly, her face full of fatigue and struggle.

The death of Erion Zeger caused a huge shock in the warlock circle of the Imperial Capital fifteen years ago. Even though Erion had almost lost all his reputation at that time, there were still many warlocks who remembered his past glory. Even if he abandoned all external things, Erion was still a fifth-level transcendent.

A fifth-order transcendent... died quietly in the imperial capital suppressed by the emperor. This incident was extremely horrifying no matter how you looked at it.

Precisely because it was too bizarre and horrifying, even though Erion's death was extremely tragic, everyone believed it was suicide. This was because it was almost impossible to kill a fifth-rank alchemist who was recognized as the strongest in the warlock branch with complex means and numerous instruments without making any sound. Even the leader of the Time Society might not be sure of this.

Recalling Ming Furo's expression when she faced him just now, Rong Geer felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Mingflora Zeg was the first witness to Erion's death.

That year, she was only six years old, and she saw with her own eyes her grandfather's heart being gouged out and his head being cut off.

*

Of course, Ming Fuluo would not give up the pursuit of the truth just because of Rong Geer's words. This inquiry was just a simple test. If she could get the news, that would be the best, but if not, it didn't matter.

She must find the murderer who killed her grandfather, no matter if it is the murderer or the mastermind, no one will be spared.

The pursuit of the killer must be put on the agenda. Ming Fuluo has recently been focusing on studying elements related to death and the undead. If the time element were not too difficult, she would be more inclined to start in this direction.

The door of the alchemy workshop opened to welcome its busy owner. Ming Furo decided to create the alchemical tools that could be used in this area first. As for the rest, it would be fine to put them aside for the time being.

After all, the Tower of Babel has truly been transformed—although this transformation, and the reasons for it, have nothing to do with the Tower of Babel itself.

"Can the hunting element also be considered? It fits the beast element, and the difficulty is not too complicated, and -"

Her soliloquy came to an abrupt end when she looked up and saw someone sitting in the workshop for the first time.

"Hunting elements? Why, have you found some free time to go hunting recently?"

Anser, who did not bring anyone with him this time, sat lazily on a sofa that he had gotten from nowhere and that definitely did not exist before: "I don't remember you having this hobby, Luo."

"...When you are alone with me, you don't have to use such a name."

Ming Fuluo glanced at Anser who seemed to be on vacation in the alchemy workshop: "I'm more used to you calling me by my name, Anser."

"Oh..." Anser understood, "You mean, you want me to call you that when there are other people around? Well, I don't really mind."

"..."

Ming Furo was silent for a moment, then walked to the processing table without saying a word. She had already outlined the outline of the tool in her mind and was ready to start working. She didn't want to waste time with Anser.

But Anser obviously didn't come here to watch her work.

Young Hydra stood up from the sofa and walked around behind the petite female scholar.

Miss Ming Fuluo's figure is not easy to describe as slender, and the word "childish" is even less appropriate. The word "petite" perfectly interprets it.

It’s just that most people have a certain degree of misunderstanding about the word “petite”, especially in the memories brought by time-travel friends, the era in which that world lived... People always associate “petite” with a body shape that is obviously too childish.

Ming Furo, whose head barely reaches Anser's Adam's apple, is obviously not a juvenile. She is just a head shorter than Anser. When compared with Shitana, the difference is quite obvious. So Miss Wolf's big talk that day did not mean that Ming Furo is really that small. It's just that in comparison, well... it's hard to put it into words.

Anser put his hands on Ming Fuluo's shoulders, chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten what you promised me last time?"