The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"You intervened on purpose. Did you plan to do this a long time ago?"

Ming Furo has a very simple and effective way to ensure that she will not be completely and thoroughly defeated by someone like Ansher.

That is to always tell myself - what I can think of, Ansel can definitely think of, and in a more comprehensive and complete way.

This concept helped Ming Fuluo avoid many traps called "self-righteousness".

"Well..." The harmless Hydra smiled, "I won't be thinking about how to plot against you all the time."

In Ming Furo's eyes, that gentle smile could be equated with consent.

"Just keep this to yourself. Don't expect me to--"

Before she finished speaking, the detector in her hand suddenly responded.

“……” Seeing this scene, Ansher raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

"Someone was here... just five days ago!"

Ming Fuluo's attention shifted to the detector. Although this thing did not take her much time to make and the principle was very simple, the effect was not bad. It was obviously impossible to use it to trace the tragedy that happened fifteen years ago, but to find traces of people who came five days ago... it was more than enough.

Faced with this miraculous "coincidence", Anser simply crossed his arms and smiled, "Can you track it?"

"It should be possible. The other party doesn't seem to be a high-level expert. Although the traces left behind are not obvious, it is easy to track him."

Ming Fuluo took a deep breath. She didn't expect the clue to come so easily.

The fact that he could leave traceable traces so easily meant that he was most likely not the one who killed Erion, but coming here was enough to prove his suspicion.

Her gaze swept across a chair in the room, and then she closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time. When she opened her eyes again, the deep purple color was filled with a chilling sense of danger and coldness.

"Let's go, Anser."

"Aren't you worried that I might do something sabotage and alert the enemy?" Ansher asked.

"You can't be that boring."

"You have enough confidence in me."

Ming Furo did not respond to Ansel's words. She left the dilapidated, deserted old house and headed towards the target without hesitation following the tracking traces provided by the detector.

However... when they arrived at their destination, neither she nor Ansher had expected that things would develop in such a... bizarre way.

"This is really..."

Anser, standing outside the gate, looked at the luxurious manor inside with a subtle expression: "How should people evaluate this..."

As he said this, he couldn't help laughing again: "But to be honest, it's really worth the trip to see things develop like this... What do you think, Luo?"

Ming Fuluo, who stood side by side with Ansher, remained silent.

Because the name of this manor is Zeger Manor, which was once a testament to the glory of her grandfather Erienze Ge in the imperial capital.

And now, to be precise, even earlier, the owner of this manor was no longer Erion, let alone her.

But Ming Fuluo’s...father and mother.

Chapter 9: Ming Fuluo's Coldness and Indulgence (K)

"Do you want to go in?" Anser tilted his head slightly and said jokingly, "Set foot in this place that you told me you hated countless times three years ago?"

“First, please replace confession with complaints.”

Ming Fuluo replied expressionlessly: "Second, the number of times I complained to you about this matter did not exceed ten times."

As she said this, she shifted her gaze from the luxurious building in the manor to the guard who was standing guard diligently but didn't see the two of them at all.

"As for the answer..."

The scholar who pursues the truth uttered words of hatred slowly but firmly from his throat: "I have no reason to stop here."

Her answer was just as Ansher expected. The young Hydra stared into the manor. He already knew the trajectory that fate had arranged for Ming Furo.

After six years of struggle, Anser knew very well that in the game with fate, even if he had been able to eliminate almost all factors that could cause changes to the best of his ability, it was still impossible to always have a firm grasp of everything. Adaptability and temporary arrangements were far more important than pre-planning.

Mingflora Zeger has parents and relatives, so it is certainly impossible for her to be a monster who can control her emotions from birth. Although her childhood was a little... hard to describe, these people are still the best tools to arouse her emotions.

Fate tried to arouse Ming Furo's emotions, which was something Ansel had expected, because his original plan was to directly destroy Ming Furo and turn her into an emotionless tool.

Although everything he did when he first returned to the imperial capital seemed to have nothing to do with this goal, it was actually just a test and preparation.

There are two "reasonable" paths for fate to choose. The first one is naturally to follow the original trajectory, destroy the Tower of Babel, and exile Ming Furo from the imperial capital.

However, this road has been temporarily blocked by Ansor through the emperor's absurd game. As he holds the Tower of Babel, he can guarantee the safety of the organization to the greatest extent, so... fate will naturally choose the second path - without destroying the Tower of Babel, use people and things as much as possible to maintain Ming Furo's emotions.

Although Anser could determine the general direction, his control over this imperial capital was far less than that of the Red Frost Territory, and he had no way of knowing how fate would unfold. But following Erion's line would definitely not be wrong.

I just didn’t expect... fate would come so directly and involve Ming Fuluo’s parents.

The corners of the young Hydra's mouth rose slightly. Not expecting it didn't mean he couldn't handle it. Rather, after playing against fate hundreds and thousands of times, he already knew clearly about that "great" existence that he didn't know whether it was simply rigid or simply disdained to be flexible.

Since they wanted to arouse Ming Fuluo's emotions through her parents, the first thing to do was to resolve the conflict between them. Normally, since they were investigating the truth of Erion's death, Ming Fuluo should have chosen to sneak into Zeg Manor. But in order to make her interact with her parents, dear A Luo, driven by fate, would choose...

"Gatekeeper."

Ming Fuluo, who had been hiding, suddenly appeared, startling the gate guard.

"Go inform the owner of this place." She looked expressionlessly at the guard who subconsciously drew his weapon, "There are guests visiting."

“You… who are you!”

The guard pointed his sword at two people who appeared out of nowhere and looked very hostile... Although one of them looked harmless, the sense of danger brought by her cold and sinister eyes and temperament obviously outweighed her harmless appearance.

"I said, inform the owner here that there are guests visiting. Don't you understand?"

Ming Fuluo frowned slightly and repeated: "Is this how you work as a doorman?"

As an uninvited guest who appeared out of nowhere at the gate of someone else's manor, perhaps only Ming Furo would use this tone to order the guard.

"Mr. Gateman." Anser stepped forward and said gently, "Please tell the Zegers that Ming Fuluo and her friends are visiting us. I just want to inform them. Is that okay?"

Although he was disguised in appearance, Hydra's aura still calmed the guard down. He took out the communication magic crystal from his pocket and looked at Anser and the increasingly impatient Ming Fuluo with vigilance. After waiting for a while, he said to the communication magic crystal:

"Butler Kane, there are two people who want to visit the master and mistress, claiming to be... Ming Fuluo and her friend. What do they want to put...? I... OK, I got it."

The guard's expression changed during the communication. When it was over, he immediately put away his sword and bowed deeply in fear and timidity: "Please forgive me, please forgive my impoliteness! Miss Ming Fuluo, and this... gentleman! Butler Kane will be here soon, please... please come in first!"

Although he knew very well why Ming Fuluo did this, Anser still chuckled and asked, "Why, you are visiting your parents so openly to investigate the cause of Erion's death? Are you not afraid of alerting them?"

"…No matter how cowardly and dirty he is."

Ming Fuluo, who walked into the manor side by side with Anser, whispered: "It is impossible for him to do such a beastly act as to kill his father."

"Then I'm going to attack you indirectly." The young Hydra stroked his chin, "Let me think about it... how can I interfere better?"

Ming Fuluo raised her head and looked at him, but didn't say much.

Not long after they entered the manor, an old man with neat clothes and upright posture hurried over. The moment he saw Ming Furo in the distance, the tears in his eyes were not fake.

"Miss, Ming Fuluo...Miss!"

The old butler, who was kneeling on one knee in front of Ming Fuluo, choked up a little: "Are you... willing to come back?"

"…I just want to ask something, don't think too much about it, Kane."

Ming Furo looked at the old man in front of her, who looked even older than Savile and was completely unsuitable for the position of butler. There was a moment of trance in her eyes, but she quickly eliminated it.

"I thought you had been fired by them a long time ago."

She ignored the old man who had served the Zeger family since Erion became rich, and walked forward, saying indifferently: "According to their character, there should be a stronger, wiser, and younger person to replace you."

"Miss... Miss, the master and the mistress are not such heartless people."

Butler Kane quickly stood up and followed Ming Fuluo with a bitter face: "Please believe——"

"Isn't that heartless?"

The female scholar who had been away from home for more than ten years sneered: "This is the funniest joke I have experienced in this period of time."

The old man opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but after looking at Ming Furo's back, he finally chose to give up.

"I...I will lead the way for you. The master and the mistress are waiting for you."

Kane walked quickly to Ming Furo. His steps were not steady. No matter how straight he stood, he could not hide his old age. He was only concerned with talking to Ming Furo, but did not ask Anser any questions.

Kane's behavior was not what a qualified butler should have done. Even though he was shocked and delighted to meet the young lady again, the old butler seemed too out of control.

He brought Ming Fuluo and Anser to the villa in the center of the manor, walked through the corridor and went to the reception room. Strangely, there were very few servants along the way. Although Zeger Manor was far less luxurious than Hydra Manor, there were almost no servants cleaning or ready to work at any time, which was obviously a bit strange.

"The master and the mistress are waiting for you inside...Excuse me, Miss."

Ansher glanced at Kane who was leaving, while Ming Furo's gaze did not shift at all. She stared at the door of the reception room. No one knew what she was thinking at the moment - except for some devil, except for the damn fate.

"Do you want me to open the door for you?"

Ansel's voice brought Ming Fuluo back to reality from her memories. She held the handle silently and pushed the door open with indifference on her face.

Inside the house, a well-matched couple sat together. When they heard the push sound, they almost immediately turned their eyes to the door. Compared to Ming Furo, who had extremely complicated emotions, Anser caught the complex emotions in the eyes of the couple and their parents at a glance.

Excitement, guilt, sadness... too many emotions entangled together, like a complex cluster of vines entangled with each other, making it difficult to see the truth beneath the layers of emotions.

"A Luo, you——"

"Good afternoon, Ms. Heitner."

Ming Fuluo's mother just started to speak excitedly, but Ming Fuluo interrupted her expressionlessly: "I came here without informing you in advance. Please forgive my intrusion."

The invisible wall blocked the words that Mrs. Zeger wanted to express. She looked at her daughter in silence, with such obvious sadness in her eyes.

"……sit."

Leiden Zeger, the son of Erion Zeger, Ming Fuluo's biological father, and a senior lecturer at the Ether Academy, lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Whatever you want from us, sit down and talk first."

Ming Fuluo did not object, because she never wanted to show hostility. All she wanted to show was... indifference, the indifference of a stranger.

Anser and Ming Fuluo sat opposite the Zegers. Leiden turned his attention to the ordinary young man next to Ming Fuluo and asked calmly, "Who is this..."

"I'm Ming Fuluo's... um, friend." Anser smiled and said a lie that was not a lie with great ease. "Her condition made me very concerned, so I took the initiative to follow her. Please don't mind."

The implied meaning of this sentence was too much for the Zegers to hear, leaving them silent for a moment. Ming Fuluo took this opportunity to take the lead in attacking:

"I've always been the only one to sweep grandpa's grave."

"……what?"

Mr. Lydon was obviously caught off guard by this remark.

"I said, I was the only one who cleaned grandpa's grave." Ming Furo repeated this. The indifference and alienation revealed in her purple eyes, which were similar to her father's, made her wonder if it hurt the hearts of the two parents.

"From fifteen years ago until now, I have been the only one cleaning up."

When Mr. Leiden reacted, his expression turned very bad.

He intertwined his fingers, clenched his fists, stared at Ming Fuluo, and said word by word: "So, you are willing to meet us again after more than ten years just to scold us?"

"I didn't use any angry or critical tone, I was just stating the facts."

Ming Fuluo still maintained that uncomfortable calmness: "If you think I am scolding you, then it should be your problem, Mr. Leyden."

"……Ah."

The man suddenly sneered: "I expected you to change, but it turns out I am—"

"Leyden!"

Haitanna held her husband's hand tightly, interrupted him loudly, then turned to look at Ming Fuluo, and said in a weak, even humble tone:

"A Luo, I...we are very sorry about what happened with my father. We..."

"I don't care if you have feelings about Grandpa's death."

Ming Fuluo didn't care at all about her mother's attitude of showing weakness, but her tone had obviously changed a little, becoming cold and... angry:

"It's as if I have given up questioning your betrayal, your plunder, your shamelessness - because the answer is obvious."

The atmosphere in the reception room suddenly dropped to freezing point. No one had a good look on their face, including Ansel, but he certainly didn't feel that way in his heart.

Hydra, who was watching all this, was enjoying deducing the emotional trends of Mingfuluo, Leiden and Haitanna driven by fate, and even... their verbal words.

He turned his gaze to Leiden, whose face was already terrible, and whispered in his heart: