The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Erasing one's aura, concealing one's murderous intent, returning to nothingness, this is what a true assassin should be like."

He glanced at the girl with an unpleasant expression, and said meaningfully: "An assassin who can't even control his own killing intent is nothing more than a low-class person."

"..."

Sitana is a fool.

But intuition always gives her inspiration and wisdom in unexpected places, and when these things involve her "power" and "dignity", our young wolf is always particularly sensitive.

But on the other hand, she also felt that those assassins were indeed not up to par, which prevented her from releasing the rage that had already risen to her throat.

"...You, you were assassinated by that kind of assassin." After thinking for a long time, Xitana retorted angrily, "It means that the other party also looks down on you!"

Then, Xitana saw the smile on Ansher's face that made her extremely unhappy.

Compassion, tolerance, kindness...it's like forgiving a disobedient child.

"Maybe." He said meaningfully, "The mastermind behind this thinks that I, who treat you as a bodyguard, am only worthy of such an assassin."

"Hyde-grrrr!"

The electric shock before Xitana screamed was something Anser was already very familiar with.

"Don't forget, Sitana, you've already wasted an opportunity."

Under the guidance of the guards, Anser soon arrived at the room where Viscount Longbing's body was stored. He looked back at Xitana and chuckled, "If you don't take it seriously, I will treat it as the 'reward' you will receive after your expectation fails."

Before Xitana could speak, Anser raised his hand and said, "Okay, wait outside for me to come out. Don't worry, I'm not their target, so if something goes wrong, it won't count."

After saying this, he went into the room alone. Shitana opened her mouth before she could say anything, but in the end she could only swallow her anger in frustration.

The captain of the guard who first met Anser looked at Xitana carefully for a while, hesitated for a long time, and said cautiously:

"Hello, Ms. Sitana, can I ask you a question?"

"Just say what you want to say!" When she is in a bad mood, Shitana never looks at anyone in a good way.

"Is it true that His Excellency Hydra was assassinated?"

When the captain asked this question, there was a hint of disbelief in his tone, and his two eyes, which were only exposed through his helmet, were filled with obvious anger.

"...What happened?" Xitana glanced at the guard, "What does his assassination have to do with you?"

"Lord Hydra is on our side!"

The captain of the guard suddenly raised his voice: "He did so much... I heard that he was assassinated by the nobles because he wanted to fight for our rights!"

Xitana thought to herself, what bullshit is this guy talking about? You don’t know how happily he had chatting with the nobles at the banquet that day.

But after thinking about it carefully, she suddenly realized that after the banquet that night, not to mention other places, at least in Red Frost City, Anser's reputation had risen to an incredible level, and the explanation... seemed to be almost the same as what this guy said.

They haven't done anything, why are these idiots so excited?

Assassinate...assassinate...the Viscount...

Xitana frowned, feeling as if something was brewing in her mind... but she couldn't figure out what it was.

——Then she gave up.

Inside the room, Ansor, who had no idea that Xitana had once been close to the truth, was observing the body of Viscount Longbing.

Viscount Longbing was not an extraordinary being, but just an ordinary person. Anser used his cane to push aside his clothes and saw the purple-black marks spreading from the stab wound in the heart to the entire chest.

"What a miserable way to die, Your Excellency the Viscount."

Anser laughed softly: "Let me think... Is there any way to verify that this corpse is you?"

The young man stroked his cane and fell into deep thought: "I should have brought some of my father's alchemical potions. I didn't prepare enough... But it's okay this way."

He looked towards the door: "At least it will give our Miss Sitana something to do."

"So...how should I respond so that you will think it's 'reasonable'?"

In fact, Anser himself did not take these clumsy tricks to heart. No matter what the other party did, he could only see a clown in the mirror.

He simply regarded this incident as an opportunity for Xitana to grow, and along the way he suddenly thought that this was a great opportunity to train Xitana.

Of course, Anser didn't completely not care - because he hated betrayal.

"Master."

Xavier appeared behind Anser like a ghost: "I have placed the shadow crystal according to your instructions."

"Have you explored the surrounding situation?"

"Except the one you dealt with, there are still six assassins left, three from the Throne and three from the Crystal Ladder. They are all veterans. One of them... you need to pay attention to him." Xavier said, "He is from the Time Society."

"It seems that the other party still wants me to witness the death of these two viscounts - a real death without any pretense. As for the Time Society... hehe, I know what he wants to do. Let's wait a little longer, Savile."

Anser glanced at the body of Viscount Longbing and couldn't help laughing: "Compared to my joke assassination, this is really serious enough. Savile, do you think the person lying here is Viscount Longbing?"

"It doesn't make much difference whether it is or not." Xavier said calmly, "There are many spells that can keep the body in a dead state. After all, the Grey Tower Grand Duke is the principal of the Skyfrost Tower. For him, this kind of thing is as easy as drinking water."

"Well... then what do you think would happen if I blasted Viscount Long Bing's body to pieces?"

"Even so, the Grand Duke will definitely not show up."

"Hahahaha, I wouldn't do that either." Anser laughed happily, "That would be too rude and reckless, and it would be too cheap for our two viscounts, Savile."

"Death is mercy."

He sighed softly, "But our viscount friend betrayed my kindness, and he will pay the price, Savile."

"That's what you said."

"Go on with your business." Anser waved his hand. "As for this...ah!"

His eyes lit up: "I can ask Viscount Xiaofeng to find a necromancer. That scene will definitely be very interesting!"

As for desecrating the corpses of nobles, even if it was desecrated, so what?

Anser Hydra, are you here to taste fine wine and enjoy beautiful women with me, Viscount Sao Feng?

He is here to give you his mercy, he is here to bring you a merciful death.

Chapter 24: Help and Maid

Viscount Xiaofeng could not use the reason of "unreasonable" to reject Anser's unreasonable request, and could only say that there were no necromancers in the city.

But as the person in charge of the looting route, Viscount Xiaofeng, who does this standard dirty work, how could he not have professionals like necromancers under his command?

There were too many reasons for him to lose face, but Anser still gently saved face for Viscount Xiaofeng and gave him three days to contact the necromancer.

As for the consequences of losing contact, Viscount Xiaofeng would have to imagine it himself.

Of course, Anser was also very clear that the Viscount would not contact the necromancer. He would only try his best to make Anser watch him being killed with his own eyes.

"So, what does this mean?"

In the most elegant room in Viscount Xiaofeng's castle, Anser was reading a book while sitting by the campfire. Xitana looked puzzled: "What do you mean he will definitely find a way to die in front of you?"

"Do you know these two lords, Xitana?" Ansher took a sip of the wine offered by Viscount Xiaofeng.

"Why should I know them?"

"You see, you don't try to understand them, but you try to explain their behavior."

The young nobleman who was conscientiously educating his dog tilted his head back slightly: "Isn't this just wishful thinking?"

Xitana hated Anser's caring look the most. She said unhappily, "Didn't you tell me that on your own initiative? I'm not interested in knowing this."

"Ok."

Anser put down the wine glass and said in a nonchalant manner: "Since you don't need my help, I won't say anything more."

A small grain of puppy food slipped from the tip of the cunning Hydra's tail. Sitana suddenly became alert and leaned forward: "What do you mean by help?"

"Literally, because I think this test is a little too difficult for you."

Anser turned the pages of the book, and his slender index finger ran across the lines of gold-embossed writing on the pages.

"...Are you so kind?" Miss Hitana expressed her doubts.

"So I'm not going to say more." Anser pulled the corner of his mouth and tilted his head to look at her, "Because you don't need it."

"..."

Hitana, squatting on the sofa, felt a little uneasy. She really didn't trust Ansher, but the problem was that she gradually realized the difficulty of this test.

If those assassins were really as "professional" as Anser said, then as a hunter, she would be like a person who had lost her eyes and ears. It would be futile for her to hold a sword in her hands and carry a hunting bow on her back.

She was able to run rampant in the Skyfrost Tower at the age of twelve, relying on her omnipotent intuition.

How could the young people of the academy conceal their impulses and intentions so easily in battle? That was why they were often beaten to a pulp by twelve-year-old girls. Although Xitana was no longer the little girl, the opponents she faced were completely different from the young people of the academy she had beaten.

Without intuition as a weapon, Xitana could only rely on her body's reaction to deal with emergencies. She couldn't guarantee that under such conditions... she could make Anser attack less than three, uh, two times.

Miss Hitana really wanted to go home, and she was even more looking forward to showing off to her old friends in the village how great she was now, as Anser casually mentioned. She didn't want to miss this opportunity.

As for the punishment...she would never admit that she was afraid!

The girl thought about it for a long time, and finally said in a rather guilty tone: "I'm not...completely...just listen to what you have to say, I don't mind."

"You don't care, what does it have to do with me?"

Anser turned to the next page nonchalantly: "Xitana, do you think I will tell you what you want to hear?"

He leaned back comfortably, tilted his head and chuckled, "Your confidence, which comes from nowhere, is sometimes cute, Xitana."

If it was the old Hitana, she would have exploded after hearing Anser's blatant sarcasm. But Hitana, who had been under Anser's high-pressure training in the past few days, had changed a lot, although she was still rude at ordinary times.

——As long as it is closely related to her own interests, she will try her best to restrain her minions, put away her wildness, and be tolerant.

Although it sounds like a strong sense of utilitarianism that makes people hate it, this is the relationship between her and Anser now, pure mutual exploitation. Moreover, this sense of utilitarianism is the best for Anser.

This proves that she will keep licking the honey sprinkled by Ansor, following the path laid by the evil Hydra, and is destined to fall into an inescapable trap.

When she thought of the admiring looks she would receive after returning home, Xitana gritted her teeth and said, "So, what are the conditions?"

She was used to dealing with Anser, and she knew that this guy didn't care about verbal respect or offense. This bad-taste Hydra... always only cared about substantive things.

So instead of begging humbly, it would be better to just say it directly - after all, Shitana didn't want to speak to Anser in that pitiful tone anymore.

But in fact, what Hitana knows about Ansher will always be just what Ansher makes her think he knows.

So every time Xitana made a request that was unexpected and confusing, Ansher was happy.

Since Xitana now feels that respect for herself is not necessary...

So tonight's training will focus on "obedience".

"Shitana, do you know where the extravagance of the nobles is reflected?" Ansher closed the book, put it aside, and stretched his body lazily.

"I don't know." Xitana began to become alert. Once this guy started to do something bad, he would always start with a long and meaningless speech. The young wolf was used to it.

"It's... a waste of manpower."

Anser stared at the flames burning in the fireplace and sighed, "People are precious, extremely precious resources. But the nobles will squander human resources on meaningless and unnecessary things. While wasting this precious resource in an extremely extravagant way, they trample on the value of others' existence, making others numb and accustomed to it, and put themselves in a higher position."

"In every word and action, in the ordinary daily life..." He held up the side of his face, his expression becoming somewhat indifferent.

"Eroding oneself, imprisoning others, and making the world and society fall into a solidified and stinking dead water that no longer flows - this is the nobility. Haha, this is the most real and terrifying viciousness and extravagance of all the 'superiors'."

"Although I can be counted as one of them, I don't like such extravagance. I can tolerate a lot of waste, but I will never accept the wanton squandering of manpower."

He glanced at Xitana, who had the words "empty brain" written on her face, and couldn't help laughing: "I was just talking to myself out of inspiration. Don't take it to heart, Xitana."

Thinking is the most important thing in Ansel's life. Possessing such a huge treasure trove of knowledge, he has always believed that neglecting thinking is the greatest blasphemy to his life.

"You just know that if I wanted to, I wouldn't even have to lift a finger to have someone help me have a perfect day."

"Washing, grooming, eating, entertainment...even excretion, as long as I move my mouth, or even without moving my mouth, someone will help me do it. This is the luxury of the nobility."

Hearing this, Xitana frowned, directly touching the most rebellious part of her heart, causing the girl to almost instinctively retort: ​​"Then Mr. Hydra, do you need me to help you go to the toilet?"

If Anser wanted to disgust her, he could have told her how nobles were "completely defecated by others", but he thought that was too disgusting, so he just smiled and said:

"It's much easier than that, Sitana. I don't need servants to do so many things for me... But it is undeniable that my dear maids always do a perfect job. I miss them a little after just being away for half a day."

"So, in exchange for this small favor—"

Anser raised his hands and waved them briskly like an orchestra conductor, speaking in a cheerful tone: