The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"…Three?"

Although the Tower of Babel is not hostile to all factions in the entire Ether Court, there is absolutely no faction that looks up to the Tower of Babel. Even the most neutral faction is more or less hostile to the Tower of Babel.

As a result, now, three of the nine supreme seats have expressed goodwill towards the Tower of Babel, and one-third of the Ether Court has turned to them?

Even if this is to fight for the inheritance of Grand Duke Shenghui, showing such a tendency is already very remarkable.

"Yes, that's three! Ming Fuluo, we already have——"

"Calm down, ma'am."

Compared to Rong Geer who was so excited, Ming Fuluo didn't seem to be moved by this. She frowned slightly and said, "Do you really think that their attitude was won by us?"

When Rong Geer's smile froze, Ming Fuluo said again:

"Or in other words, are we really the ones they want to win over?"

"..."

The lady opened her mouth, the joy on her face gradually faded, and finally she fell silent.

Yes, the Ether Court, those three factions that are trying to win them over, who exactly are they trying to win over?

"…I got carried away, Ming Fuluo."

Rong Geer sighed: "How could I forget such a simple thing? Even now, even though we have no obstacles and sufficient resources, no one still values ​​us."

"Everyone only values ​​Lord Anser."

The Tower of Babel's status in the eyes of the bigwigs rose sharply, not because it represented an extraordinary new future, but because... it was the new toy of the future Hydra.

Rong Geer could already guess what Ming Fuluo would say next - gaining benefits with this kind of "identity" was not something to be proud of, but rather a shame... That girl had always been like this, always rational enough, calm enough, and... ruthless enough.

“But this is also something to be happy about.”

Under Rong Geer's slightly dull gaze, Ming Fuluo said this with a slight smile on her face:

"Ma'am, we will definitely have a better future."

Looking at Ming Furo like this, Rong Geer stood there for a long time, then quickly stepped forward and hugged her. It was Ming Furo who was at a loss.

"…You are right, Ming Fuluo."

Rong Geer said firmly: "We will definitely have a better future, and you don't have to make any sacrifices for it."

"Guns, floating guns, and all that crap... let them all rust and rot in the corner of the warehouse."

Rong Geer didn't know how long it had been since he had seen Ming Furo smile. Although it was very shallow and could not be called a smile at all, the liveliness revealed by the petite girl at that moment still deeply touched her heart.

Rong Geer, Hendrik... and many others, many of Erion's students, knew Ming Fuluo when she was very young.

To a certain extent, she and Hendrick have vaguely replaced Ming Fuluo's parents.

When this moment came, when the heavy burden was finally lifted from this delicate girl who was still a child in her eyes, the throbbing in Rong Geer's heart made it difficult for her to control herself, and she did something that Ming Furo did not like or even hated on a normal day.

"..."

Ming Furo opened her arms slightly, as if she wanted to hug Rong Geer subconsciously, but she was not used to it. After hesitating for a long time, she hugged him.

She has lost a lot of things in her life, and she has never thought about getting them back one by one. That is why she seems a little at a loss.

Fortunately, Rong Geer did not let Ming Fuluo feel awkward for too long. He quickly let her go and said with a smile, "The lecture will start this afternoon. Do you want to go with me?"

"Of course." Ming Fuluo said without hesitation, "I must go... I will contact Anser and ask if he will come."

"...Isn't this a bad idea? Won't it disturb Lord Anser?"

"Will not."

Ming Fuluo subconsciously put her hands into her pockets and stroked the white pantyhose. She said in a tone that she herself did not understand what kind of emotion it contained: "This will increase our bargaining chips. As for him... he will not refuse. Believe me, ma'am."

"It's great that you have a solution, but Ming Fuluo... remember to put your attitude and position in the right place. I know you and Lord Anser have had encounters before, but the situation is different now. He is our savior, and we must--"

"Repay him with all my strength, I know."

Ming Fuluo looked away for some reason, and emphasized again inexplicably: "I know, I will repay him."

"…I will do my best."

Although Ming Fuluo acted a little strange, this not-so-cold attitude reassured Rong Geer. She breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back: "Then... um? What is this?"

Feeling that he had stepped on something, Rong Geer lifted his foot, turned his head and found a smooth oval object on the ground.

"Ming Fuluo, did you make this little thing?"

"...Yes." Ming Fuluo responded with action, which was very rare. She took the oval object from Rong Geer's hand and said, "I forgot to put it away. Sorry."

"It's unlike you to be so forgetful." Rong Geer said jokingly, not really paying attention. "I'll let you know when we leave... By the way, if Lord Anser agrees, you must also let me know."

"Ah."

Rong Geer looked at Ming Fuluo who responded softly, hesitated for a long time, and finally suddenly reached out his hand, rubbed her head hard, and then left quickly with brisk steps.

"..."

The woman subconsciously touched the top of her head. She could probably guess what Rong Geer was thinking, and surprisingly she didn't feel angry at all.

Then she looked at the oval object in her hand and her breathing became a little unnatural.

"Anser, you bastard..."

The genius alchemist Miss Mingflora Zeger whispered this and opened the locker that she had hurriedly closed just now.

slam-la-

A strange round-headed stick, a long string of crystal beads, five or six oval objects exactly like the one in her hand, a mask with a hollow sphere in the middle, and a folded restraint prop... These things were all made by Ming Furo with great difficulty in a state of empathy when the puppet was being played with by Ansher.

In the end, she used it all on herself.

Anser never lies, and he is indeed working very hard to fulfill his promises.

Ming Furo looked at the messy objects and various clothes on the ground. She originally planned to throw them directly into the alchemy furnace and burn them all, but for some reason she did not do so. Instead, she contacted Ansher directly.

"I thought you would get up even later, dear Luo."

A teasing voice came from the communication magic crystal.

"…This afternoon, the Ether Institute invites us to give a lecture at their place. Can you come?"

"Huh? You're using me to build momentum like this? Did my tolerance yesterday give you some false impression, Luo?"

Ming Fuluo was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.

"what do you want?"

Now she wanted Ansel to give those dirty answers because it was the easiest way to pay.

But the other party seemed to know what she was thinking, and chuckled and said, "This time... let me think..."

The brief silence brought long-lasting pressure to Ming Fuluo. After a long time, the young Hydra said leisurely: "It's always you who pays the price. I'm a little tired of it, Luo."

"The Tower of Babel doesn't belong to you alone. If you want it to be better, then others... should also make sacrifices, right?"

In Hydra Manor, Anser shook his wine glass and said with a smile:

"Hendrick and Jungel, these two representatives, it's time to set an example."

"I won't allow you to tell them. At the same time, I want you to make the decision for them - whether to sacrifice something in exchange for the further prosperity of the Tower of Babel."

The devil that had been so intimate with him last night revealed his true nature only when dawn came.

"Reason." He said as if in a chant, "Or is it emotion?"

"..."

“You don’t have to answer me right away. Feel free to contact me before the lecture starts.”

Anser ended the call and leaned back on the sofa. He raised his head slightly and stared at his reflection in the wine.

"This is the first test, dear A Luo."

Hydra whispered:

"Don't let me down a second time."

Chapter 38: Born so indifferent

Y'ktrasil, the headquarters of the Aetherial Court.

During this period of turmoil in the imperial capital, this huge warlock tower seemed to become a little crowded.

The legacy of Grand Duke Shenghui and the Shenghui family that has been passed down for three hundred years... Even the usually wealthy Alchemy Association is coveting it, not to mention the people inside the Tower of Babel and countless other guys of unknown origin.

In this incident, the Ether Institute, which was "implicated" due to the "negligence" of Grand Duke Shenghui, currently controls almost all of Grand Duke Shenghui's personal inheritance, but they cannot divide it up as they please.

The Ether Institute has the most direct priority, but the other two Grand Dukes in the South who are preparing to divide up the Holy Light Family are no pushovers either; the Alchemy Association has dug up a huge amount of money from nowhere and is preparing to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune; the adventurers' unified organization, the Zero Hour Explorers, plans to promote the mercenaries' dedicated spirit of trouble-making and will help whoever gives more.

Under such circumstances, there is still factional struggle within the Ether Academy - you can imagine how anxious they are.

Therefore, it is not surprising that some people were so anxious to win over Anther that they were even willing to bow to the Tower of Babel.

"So which of these three did the lady choose?"

Ming Fuluo, with her hands in her white coat, walked side by side with Rong Geer, followed by a group of excited Babel scholars.

"Phase Traveler, Barnes Ketanat."

"...Him? I thought you would choose Duke Mosu."

The rich southern border is ruled by four superiors. Among them, the richest and most perfect environment in the entire empire, but also the smallest territory is the territory of Hydra. The other territories are divided among the three grand dukes: Shenghui, Yuanshu, and Mosu.

Now that Shenghui is dead, Grand Duke Yuanshu and Grand Duke Mosu will naturally have a fierce fight, and Grand Duke Yuanshu's position is not as direct as Grand Duke Mosu's - because he is a member of the Alchemy Association, while Grand Duke Mosu is one of the nine supreme seats in the Ether Academy.

With the dual identities of Grand Duke and the Nine Supreme Seats, Grand Duke Mosu is theoretically the person most likely to reap the biggest rewards.

It was also because of this that he suffered the most severe factional infighting in the Ether Academy. A fifth-level faction might not dare to confront the Grand Duke head-on, but with three or four of them, plus Grand Duke Yuanshu interfering, the current situation of the Grand Duke Mosu was actually not very good.

But this just reflects the importance of the "help" provided by the Tower of Babel. Don't forget... the actual manager of the Hydra Territory, the young Ansel Hydra, can also reach out to the territory of Grand Duke Shenghui. With his help, Grand Duke Mosu will be able to reverse the decline in one fell swoop, and the Tower of Babel can also take this opportunity to perfectly demonstrate its "value".

If it was for the Tower of Babel, accepting the kindness of Grand Duke Mosu would be a better choice. Rong Geer was a smart man and he would not fail to see this.

"I know what you're thinking, Ming Fuluo."

Rong Geer said gently: "But I thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that... we really shouldn't act so hastily."

"Although in the eyes of everyone, the Tower of Babel already belongs to Lord Anser, this does not mean that we have to take the initiative to leave such a mark - we... do not exist for a certain person, Ming Fuluo."

"…So you intend to reduce the strong connection between Babel and Anser as much as possible?"

Ming Fuluo frowned slightly: "Rong Geer... This is a very dangerous thing. We have our current status and resources because of Anser. If you have this idea, it will bring us a lot of trouble."

She used a spell when she said this, and only Rong Geer could hear it. The latter just smiled and said: "We all respect Lord Anser. Respecting him does not conflict with maintaining independence. Lord Anser is not the Grand Princess. He is willing to give us independence on his own initiative. Why do we still have to think about becoming his vassal?"

"Besides, it is not a proper behavior to increase our weight in this way. Lord Anser would not like us to borrow his power casually, right?"

Somewhat strange.

Clearly, in the morning, Ronggel had agreed to let him contact Ansel, and through his appearance he proved his importance to the Tower of Babel, thereby providing a stronger bargaining chip for the Tower of Babel.

Although Rong Geer's current thoughts are normal according to her personality, how could she suddenly change her way of thinking in such a short period of time?

"Miss."

Ming Fuluo's eyes sharpened a little: "Is that really all you think?"

Rong Geer was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "What other reason could there be? Am I very familiar with that Phase Traveler?"

She noticed Ming Fuluo's strangeness, and after she finished laughing, she asked seriously, "Or, Ming Fuluo, do you think there is something wrong with this?"

"...No, I just think that your mind changes too quickly. You didn't think that way this morning."

"Well..." the elegant and dignified lady said thoughtfully, "When I was preparing the lecture materials this morning, I talked to a young man. His idea was roughly the same. I guess I was inspired by him."

Ming Fuluo paused slightly, but only for a moment, and did not show anything unusual.

"That young man, is he your assistant, or..."

"No, we were just chatting casually when we passed by. He must be a newcomer who joined us not long ago." Rong Geer smiled.

At this point, Ming Fuluo already understood.