The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"..."

When you meet again, give Anser a smile from the bottom of your heart.

Ming Fuluo's body paused slightly. She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone calm: "I remember you asked me to... get ready."

"Oh, no, no, not now."

Anser looked down at the petite doll lady who seemed to be held in his arms, but looked more like a puppet than a puppet: "You are not in a state to smile from the heart right now. It would be too bad if we forced this kind of thing, both for you and me."

He could feel the slightly tense narrow shoulders relax a little, and then Anser's face smiled again:

"But, because of this... you must accept the punishment, dear Luo."

The body that had been slightly relaxed tensed up again. Ming Fuluo lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Then she whispered, "I really shouldn't have had any expectations of you, Anser."

"So... you still have expectations of me? You seem to be a bit inconsistent, Luo. On the one hand, you say that you have seen my true face, but on the other hand, you always have unrealistic ideas about me... This situation seems to have happened many times?"

The two hands gradually moved downwards, and Ming Furo's breathing also changed slightly - her body could not regulate her senses, and was far more sensitive than a puppet.

However, Ansel simply put his arms around her waist and did not do anything else.

"You too...almost."

Ming Fuluo tried hard to adjust her breathing. She could feel the warmth from the pair of hands, which were considered large for her, pressing against her waist and abdomen, as well as the solidity and warmth on her back as she was held tightly in Ansel's arms, close to his chest.

"You said you wanted to push me into the abyss of rationality, and you tried to evoke my memories from three years ago... You wanted me to remember your kindness and your deception, and you wanted to stir up my emotions... Why did you do this? Do you think it's fun?"

"Why, clever A'Luo can't think of the answer?"

"of course."

Ming Fuluo lowered her head slightly, her voice slightly hoarse: "Just as I can't figure out how many lies you have told me."

"Hmm?" Anser's eyebrows raised a little, "I remember what I told you at that time was... everything."

"Yes, all of them." Ming Fuluo wanted to lean less against Anser's chest, but she was held tightly and could not move. So she could only continue speaking in the temperature that was already a little scorching for her, "You told me that everything you said to me was a lie, but I... don't believe it."

Marina's words finally made her waver.

"Anser, I don't believe you haven't told me the truth."

Ming Fuluo raised her head, and her indifferent and delicate pretty face was faintly filled with some imperceptible complex emotions: "Now that I think about it, even at the moment when you wanted to destroy me, I seemed to... still have this idea."

Anser put one hand on Ming Fuluo's little face. He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "This is not like you, Luo."

"You understand me, and I understand you." Ming Fuluo did not resist Anser's action. When she didn't get a response, she lowered her eyes, "It's just that now it seems that I don't understand you, and you... don't understand me."

After a brief silence, Ansher suddenly exerted force and lifted Ming Fuluo off the ground. As she subconsciously cried out, he put her down with a big laugh.

"This is clearly my punishment for you...how did it become your lecture?"

Anser, who had no intention of letting go, pinched Ming Fuluo's chin and said, "You have changed a lot, Luo."

“…I am not afraid of the future where I will obliterate everything and become a tool. But if it comes too soon, it will be of no benefit to me.”

"So you put down your rational weapon and start letting your emotions flow freely?"

"This is probably exactly what you want... It must be unfulfilling to play with a piece of wood that doesn't react at all." Ming Furo said expressionlessly.

Anser laughed out loud when he heard this: "You think too highly of yourself, dear A'Luo. I have many ways to make you react. Don't you have a clear enough understanding of your own sensitivity? Or have you forgotten what you experienced in my bedroom?"

His fingertips easily cut through the clothes on Ming Furo's body. His palms seemed a little hot compared to the tender skin on her abdomen, causing the woman, who was five years older than Ansel, to tremble slightly.

"Actually, Xitana is considered sensitive." Anser whispered in Ming Fuluo's ear, "But even for her, she wouldn't tremble so violently just by having her belly touched."

Miss Ming Fuluo, who is slightly petite but dressed in a mature and charming manner and has a temperament as cold as an iceberg, has a very different... contradictory and contrasting temptation.

But Ansel did not continue to do anything under the excuse of "punishment". He just kneaded Ming Furo's tender belly and stopped when the delicate body in his arms trembled slightly.

"Although I never mind forcing others...but forcing has its own meaning. Obviously, forcing you to do something right now, Luo, has no value and cannot be considered as adding interest."

"So, I'm going to change the punishment... From what you said when you came in, it seems like you wanted to do something bad secretly."

Feeling the smooth touch on his palm that was completely different from Xitana's, Anser said with interest:

"Mind... adding me?"

Chapter 34: The Shadow of the Idealist

The death of Erion Zeger, an unsolved mystery that disappeared silently in the history of the empire.

Of course, Anser, who possesses the memories of a time traveler, knows very well the truth behind the mysterious and bizarre "suicide". Three years ago, he had intended to use this to completely defeat Ming Furo, but in the end he chose to give up.

Three years later, Ansor, who had originally planned to completely destroy Ming Furo, had no use for this key information and had no intention of using it. However, in order to win over Ming Furo, Su Silun turned this major event that had influenced her entire life and even made her what she is today into an irresistible bait for Ming Furo.

The thread of fate is a thousand times stronger than anything Anser improvised in the black market.

However, this was also within Anser's consideration. The chat between him and Hitana at night was not just empty talk. The backup plan left three years ago was enough to decide everything, and fate itself... was also very clear.

But just like He would not sit idly by and watch Xitana being trained into a loyal dog by Him, He constantly provoked Xitana's rebellious emotions at the beginning, but this rebellion would also facilitate Ansher's training plan. Even if fate knew very well that His actions were also within Ansher's calculations, He would still indifferently push everything forward.

Just like the "rational choice" made by Ming Furo, it was also just a very simple value consideration: to sit back and watch Anser destroy Ming Furo's feelings and self, or to follow Anser's plan but also to play against him in the process. Needless to say, which one to choose.

After all, this is not the Red Frost Territory, not the place where Anther can completely suppress all possible variables with his own energy, the eldest princess, the emperor, and even Susilun... In the imperial capital, there are too many things that Anther cannot control. Therefore, even if fate will never "deus ex machina", the disturbance it can cause to the world is also extremely terrifying.

"But this kind of thing can only have limited effects."

In an old hut, Anser leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He looked at the "detector" in Ming Fuluo's hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Even if you don't want the people in Babel Tower to know that you are tracking down Mr. Zeg, you can just entrust the Alchemy Association to make one. Do you have to do it yourself?"

Ming Fuluo paced back and forth in the dusty room and said indifferently, "Su Silun told me that the killer who killed my grandfather is still in the imperial capital. If we entrust the Alchemy Association to make an alchemical instrument specifically for hunting, it will inevitably arouse suspicion."

"Because the person who ordered this thing is the granddaughter of Erlian Zeger. Although it is an old story that most people may have forgotten, there is no guarantee that it will not be linked together by someone with ulterior motives."

Anser clapped his hands softly: "Even if you are not in the field of creation and knowledge, your wisdom can always be used flexibly. This is what I like most about you, Luo."

"Do you expect me to be moved by such playful flattery?"

"No, what I want to hear is your slightly sarcastic question."

The young Hydra narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Very interesting, makes me nostalgic. It seems... you are more adapted to the rhythm of getting along with me than I thought."

"..."

Ming Fuluo's expression was slightly stunned, but she had no way to refute Ansel's words.

When she chose to think about every word of Ansher and deliberately used reason as the absolute line of defense... there is no doubt that Ming Furo was extremely difficult to be affected by Ansher's words.

But now, when Ming Fuluo had no choice but to remove the cold iron wall and open the floodgates of reason, the flow of emotions was like the body's instinct, somewhat out of her control.

——When she is not deliberately hostile to Anser, she will behave like this.

Ming Fuluo, who was unable to refute the reality and chose to remain silent, continued to search for clues in this old house.

This was the house where Erion Zeger lived in his penniless later years. It was located in an inconspicuous corner of the lower city, far away from the center of the imperial capital.

The alchemist master who was famous throughout the country forty or fifty years ago finally died miserably in such a remote and old house.

"Can you tell me what you think?"

Anser stopped standing aside and began to walk around the house with his hands behind his back. "Hendrick and his team, who have more means, more power, and more energy than you, have not been able to find out the truth of this incident, while you, Luo, only want to use this hastily built, half-baked detector to try to find clues."

He stroked his fingers over the thick dust on the rotten wooden boards. "Because the incident was still unresolved and full of mysteries, you think their investigation was greatly hindered?"

"And now, as the events of fifteen years ago have been almost forgotten by everyone, do you think it is possible to find some clues?"

"Not only that." Ming Fuluo's purple eyes were cold in the gray-white frame. "I think the murderer who killed grandpa is very likely to be active again."

"Oh?"

"Just like what killed grandpa, he, or someone behind him, wants to kill me."

Ming Fuluo's meaning was very clear, and Anser said with interest: "Because you have my support, because you are more likely than your grandfather to... realize his ideals and beliefs?"

Erion Zeger is the starting point of Mingfroy's extraordinary ideal and the source of the birth of the Tower of Babel.

He fell from being the top alchemist in the world to a raving lunatic, all because of a concept -

Extraordinary universalization.

He wanted to create alchemical tools that did not require ether as a medium, that is, tools that even ordinary people could use at will, thus completely changing the world.

As for what this idea will encounter in this twisted world where everything is controlled by the extraordinary, it is self-evident.

If the Emperor and Hydra showed some interest in this, Erion might still have a chance to turn things around. Unfortunately, although Efesandre was not as crazy as he is now, he had already shown signs of resisting death, gradually ignoring the government and even the empire, and naturally he was indifferent to this matter; and Flamel was still a half-prodigal son at the time, running around the world. Although he gave Erion a high evaluation, he did not care that the alchemist he had commented on had become such a madman.

The Water of Redemption of the Holy Church of Cooperation also grants mortals the possibility of becoming extraordinary, but its essence is ultimately to promote the extraordinary. However, Erion's ideas run counter to this.

It is not about making ordinary people become extraordinary, but about making ordinary people... control the extraordinary.

There is no need to say much about his misery. This is the most desperate end of an idealist.

So... Ming Furo thought that since the murderer and the mastermind wanted to kill Erion, who was already so destitute and had almost no chance of rising again, it was not surprising that he wanted to kill her now, a guy who inherited Erion's knowledge, had talent that was no less than his, and also had the support of Hydra.

After all, the young Hydra might really push the development of that fantastic event just for fun, and when Flamel died, the alchemical legacy of the greatest sage in the history of the empire, plus the astronomical foundation accumulated by Hydra over generations, was inherited by Anther, and Babel and Ming Furo had even more capital to try to promote this matter.

In fact, Ming Fuluo was also preparing to do so, but she was much more cautious than her grandfather.

In this case, her inference does make sense.

"Then I'm doing you a big favor by coming out with you, isn't that a big help?"

Anser's eyes passed across the floor and finally stopped on a rotten chair.

In the memory he saw, Erlian Zeger died while sitting on this chair, and Ming Furo, who was still young and ran excitedly to find her grandfather with the results of her small experiment, saw his body.

"I don't deny it." Ming Fuluo, who was concentrating on finding clues, answered calmly, "With you here, the dangerous killer and even the mastermind behind the scenes won't dare to cast their eyes. If they cover up their tracks, they won't find out that I'm investigating the truth of that year."

"It can also guarantee your personal safety... it really kills two birds with one stone."

Anser smiled, the scene of Erion's death reappearing in his mind, and the absurdity of the truth made his smile even brighter: "Should I charge you some... price?"

"it is good."

Ming Fuluo agreed without hesitation.

"...Hmm? You weren't like this when I first asked you if you wanted to know the truth about your grandfather from me."

"That's too expensive, I can't afford it."

Both of them knew very well how much impact Erion's death had on Ming Furo's heart. Ming Furo knew very well that if she handed this matter over to Anser, coupled with the Tower of Babel... she could be said to have sold herself to the other party and would no longer have any chance of turning things around.

And if it was just this kind of "help"...

"You are really good at taking advantage of others." Anser couldn't help but laugh, "You are so petty and calculating. You are not likable, Luo."

"So I'm going to give you something extra on top of what I paid you."

The petite woman turned to look at Anser and said very seriously: "How about you use me to stir up a dispute between the emperor and Ivora?"

Anser looked at Ming Fuluo, who didn't seem to be joking at all, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "How did you... suddenly think of this?"

"Although I agreed to help Susilen deal with Ivora, it doesn't mean that I have any feelings for the little princess."

Ming Fuluo said expressionlessly: "The same goes for our Emperor."

"Since you and Ivora are at loggerheads, why not take this opportunity to attack her and throw the problem to the emperor. You only need to give me orders, and you don't have to bear the responsibility."

Her words were extremely bold. She used Susilen to get the cause of Erion's death, and then introduced the big snake Anser into the transaction. Not only did she want to take over both families, she even planned to drag the emperor into the water.

"Whether Ivora was severely punished by the emperor or the emperor was affected in some way, it should be a good thing for you."

The contemporary emperor and Hydra have parted ways, each waiting for the final madness. There may even be a fight that will shake the world. Anyway, what is not good for the emperor will certainly not be bad for Hydra.

"……interesting."

Anser chuckled and nodded: "Although I have never thought of interfering in the small deal between you and Su Silun, but now that you mentioned it, I am also somewhat interested. Okay, I agree to this deal."

"Although you said this is a gift in addition to the price, but considering Luo's sincerity, I will reduce the price a little."

The corners of the young Hydra's mouth rose slightly, and that interested smile indicated that he was obviously thinking about something very bad.

"I will come to see you tonight. Remember to prepare the puppet you used before."

"..." Ming Fuluo's eyelids twitched, "Do you really have to spend the price on that?"

"Why? You'd rather I torture you with this price? That's not impossible."

"...I understand. Any other requests?"

"The only requirement is..."

Anser suddenly appeared behind Ming Fuluo, leaned down slightly, and whispered in her ear: "You have to be prepared, Luo, both physically and mentally."

Ming Fuluo stood there for two seconds, then she suddenly turned her head and stared at Anser: