The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"..."

Looking at his silent son, the man said in a slightly strange tone: "Arthur, you are not harboring any strange thoughts... This is unfair to little Xitana, right? We are Hydra, not human."

Anser sighed and rubbed his forehead: "Father, please restrain yourself."

Flamel was shocked: "Do you really think so?"

"…It's just that it's impossible to find the kind of person you're talking about, father."

Anser shook his head and said, "I understand what you mean. In terms of love, finding someone who can resonate with me... fresh, haha, for us, a life with things worth pursuing should be fresh."

"Of course, otherwise what is the point of gaining wisdom? To be gloomy and resentful every day?"

Flamel opened his arms and laughed heartily: "Of course, we should squander our authority as Old Deus! To take everything that can make us happy!"

"I thought you were going to say that this was to find a way to lift the curse."

"It's just a side note." Flamel waved his hand. "Just show your appreciation for it. I'm not interested in wasting most of my life on this kind of thing. In the end, I'll end up like that guy Effisand... like a clown, so ridiculous and pathetic."

Everything the four gods did was to break through the shackles and curse from the world. Flamel's words sounded absurd, but Anser felt that this was what this guy thought.

His father is such a person, free and easy, but also so willful that it causes people a headache.

"I think..."

Flamel's voice suddenly dropped. "Although today is Little Sitana's birthday, and I feel a little sorry for her when I say this, but now that I've thought of it, I think it's best to tell you, Arthur, before I forget it again."

Ansher's eyelids trembled slightly, and he didn't say anything, while Flamel said to himself: "Although you said that there is no such woman in the world, Arthur, I also thought that you would not meet such a woman, but now it seems... that, uh... Ming Fuluo? Yes, it should be her, isn't she very suitable? The data system, this is really an extraordinary thing. Although she said that the idea came from you, Arthur, you should have never intervened in this, right? In terms of ability, you meet the requirements, and in terms of qualifications, you specially asked me for help three years ago. And the most critical concept... On this point, I think she must-"

"Father."

Ansel interrupted Flamel and stared into his eyes: "Although you are here, talking to me about love, as far as I know, the only person you can be considered in love with is your mother."

Flamel was stunned for two seconds, then his mouth almost stretched to his ears, and he couldn't stop that exaggerated smile: "So, Arthur, you think I am not qualified to guide you in this regard?"

Anser replied calmly: "Unless you are willing to admit to your mother your rich love experience."

"Your mother is the only one here. Doesn't that mean she has a lot of experience?"

"...You are as good at making trouble as ever."

"That's not nonsense, Arthur," Flamel said with a broad smile, "it's the truth."

"Because your mother is the most perfect woman in the world. Whether it's attachment or ideal, her love can satisfy everything I need. Of course, I don't need to fall in love with anyone else."

This answer was obviously a bit flawless. Anser pondered for a moment and asked, "I can understand other aspects, but how can mother help you at your ideal level? She knows nothing about alchemy and has no interest in it. She should not be able to provide any help for the truth and creation you pursue."

Although everything the Old Gods did was to seek further possibilities, leaving aside other things, Hydra was actually just as Flamel said, they all needed some kind of "pursuit" to anchor themselves like the Emperor controlled the empire.

What Flamel pursued was naturally the ultimate alchemy, the pinnacle of creation, and the eternal truth.

Throughout his entire life, he has been searching for the answers to this world, the answers he can give to this world.

Flamel stared into Anser's sea-blue eyes, beautiful eyes that were exactly the same as his own, and rubbed his head with a slight smile:

"Then you are wrong, Anser."

But he just said this and didn't say anything else.

They just looked at the person they loved. During this time, the mature Mrs. Hydra and the young tall girl looked back many times. The former's eyes were generous and gentle, while the latter's expression was shy and evasive.

"Okay." Flamel smiled and patted Ansel's shoulder. "I won't bother you any more while you prepare drinks for little Sitana. Annie and I need to get ready... hm?"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze turned towards the entrance of the manor, his brows slightly raised, and his expression became interesting.

"Arthur."

The man laughed and said, "Anyway, the actual action is quite straightforward."

"I don't know what you misunderstood." Anser said calmly, "but she just came to celebrate Xitana's birthday."

Flamel shrugged: "Anyway, I can't imagine what you would do, Anser... Well, let's just leave it at that."

"Anser!"

Sitting at the long table, Xitana waved at Anser and shouted, "Are you not ready yet? The dishes are almost ready!"

"coming."

Anser shook the bottle gently and glanced at Flamel beside him: "Let's go, father."

Xitana swung her legs and patted the chair next to her excitedly: "Anser, sit here!"

As the protagonist of the birthday, Miss Xitana certainly has the right to be willful. Anser took the bottle of specially prepared wine and sat next to Xitana. The girl tilted her head slightly, looked at the light red wine placed next to her, and asked suspiciously: "Anser... Isn't this your gift to me?"

Then, as if she realized that her tone was not very good, she twisted her body and whined, "I, I'm not saying that I dislike your gift, it's just... if it was wine, there's no need for you to refuse to tell me."

"What are you thinking about?" Anser was amused by Xitana's awkward look, "It's just a bottle of wine I made for you personally. The gift hasn't been made yet...oh."

His eyes moved towards the entrance, and the white coat seemed a little dazzling in the sunlight.

"The gift is here now." Ansel said with a smile.

Hitana followed Ansher's gaze and was immediately startled.

"Ming Fuluo... why is she here?"

"I invited her for you. She's the only one you can consider as an acquaintance in the capital, right?"

"...Really?" Xitana scratched her head, "It seems... No, even though we are familiar with each other, our relationship is not that good."

The girl crossed her arms across her chest and said bluntly, "Her expression, as if everyone owes her money, kind of ruins the atmosphere."

Apparently, the vengeful Miss Hitana is still somewhat resentful about Ming Furo's "criticism" of her during their previous meeting at Hydra Manor.

However, because she saw Ming Furo's true form, her resentment was much lessened - after all, she had also ridiculed Ming Furo's appearance, so this could be considered a return of her anger.

So as for Ming Furo... although Xitana didn't completely reject her, she didn't think of welcoming her either. Therefore, she couldn't understand why Ansor called Ming Furo.

At the same time, Lawrence and Torado, who did not take their seats but were holding their plates and watching from the outside in a very casual manner, also looked subtle.

"Hey, Torado."

Lawrence slurped up a noodle wrapped in tomato meat sauce and muttered, "This little dwarf, is he..."

"That's Ming Fuluo Zeger." Torado held the plate and looked at Ming Fuluo thoughtfully as she walked in. "Strange, what is she doing here?"

"Young Master wants to take her as his heir, right? Are you here to declare war on Miss Sitana?"

Lawrence, who was standing on Torado's wrist, stood up, his rat face excited, waving his claws: "Great, great! Women fighting is simply never boring! I used to like watching women fighting for the boss the most! Now I can see women fighting for the young master! My life is perfect!"

"Come on." Torado sneered, "Ms. Xitana can kill her with one punch now, and it doesn't even need to be Ms. Xitana's turn. The young master... eh?"

The fifth-level Abyss Warlock exclaimed softly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "This Zeger seems..."

Lawrence glanced at him: "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Although he said this, Torado showed a very strange smile.

"I take back what I said earlier. The young master still cares a lot about this Miss Zeger."

"Just say it!" Lawrence bit Torado's wrist angrily, but the latter remained calm. The noodles on the plate suddenly trapped Lawrence's body like a snake and threw him out.

While the two heads of households were chatting, Ming Furo had already walked towards the dining table. The servants were naturally very professional and would not keep their eyes on Ming Furo, but just the gazes of the remaining few people made Ming Furo's breathing become a little unstable.

Xitana's puzzled look, Marina's thoughtful look, Flamel and Enelissa's considering looks, and Ansel's...incredibly gentle look.

"...I'm sorry for being late, Ansel, and... Miss Lance."

She lowered her head slightly and didn't look at anyone - Anser had repeatedly told her with facts that she should recognize her position.

"Uh, ah...it's okay."

Xitana didn't know how to answer. Although she had never thought of inviting Ming Furo, since this was Ansher's intention, she certainly wouldn't deliberately treat Ming Furo badly.

The girl tugged at her hair and said, "The food was just prepared not long ago... We haven't even started yet."

As she said this, she quietly reached out and pinched Anser's thigh, frantically signaling Anser to say something.

Why do you make me seem like the master... No, this is indeed my birthday, but that's not right! I'm not the master here, grunt... Anser, please speak quickly.

Xitana, who was totally unaccustomed to this atmosphere, became a little anxious. When the girl's expression gradually became a little unbearable, Anser smiled and said, "It's okay, Xitana is right, you take a seat first, Luo."

"..."

This intimate address changed the expressions of several people present, most notably Flamel and Hitana. The former almost couldn't hold back his laughter, while the latter, whose face had not revealed any negative emotions since she woke up today, froze.

The mature Ms. Anelsa's eyes moved around, and there was something more meaningful in the look she gave Ming Furo, while Marina's expression changed the least, and no one knew what she was thinking.

At this moment, the doll lady was like the fragrant suckling pig on the barbecue grill not far away. The evil Hydra just said hello and pushed her into a dangerous situation.

Ming Furo took a deep breath and did not respond to Ansel. Instead, she walked up to Xitana with the gift, lowered her head, and handed the gift to her with both hands. Her indifferent voice had to be as respectful as possible to try her best to dispel Xitana's hostility.

She knew very well that she must not ruin this birthday party according to her usual personality, and that was why... Ansel's initial greeting made her so embarrassed.

The girl in front of her was the "beast" whom she had thought was almost the same as herself in status some time ago and who she had repeatedly despised and even ridiculed. But now... she had to treat her so respectfully.

Shame? Ming Fuluo would not be affected by shame, but her emotions still fluctuated. As for the reason... she didn't know.

"Ms. Lance, this is a gift from Mr. Anser."

"Gift--"

Shitana's voice suddenly rose several degrees, and the ending tone of joy was so obvious that anyone could hear it. The stiffness just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She almost subconsciously wanted to reach out and take it, but looking at the petite woman in front of her, and thinking about what Ansel had just called her, the awkwardness in her heart came up again.

"Ansel...why is the gift Ansel gave me here with you?" Hitana snorted.

"…Because Anser commissioned me to do this."

Ming Fuluo whispered, "He specifically told me to make this gift absolutely perfect."

Absolutely perfect…

In fact, the gift that Anser asked him to make was not particularly difficult to make, otherwise Anser would not have given Ming Furo only two days.

But Anser still went to his alchemy workshop specifically and set "perfection" as his requirement very seriously.

How could Ming Fuluo not know Anser's thoughts and intentions? But what's the use of this?

In the countless "confrontations" after her reunion with Anser, Ming Furo could always see through Anser's plan, and she could still resist and respond to some extent before. But after Anser announced his cold plan to push her into the abyss of rationality, even though she knew what Anser was going to do, Ming Furo could only be forced to do it and could not even resist.

One step, one step, and another step further...until now.

Ansel's childish behavior, deliberately trying to show his affection for Xitana, this undisguised "revenge"... made her doubt everything that happened three years ago.

In this way, it is no longer just a problem of being unable to resist, but a problem of self-doubt.

Only then did Hitana realize that the dwarf in front of her was actually an alchemist.

"This, this is it."

The reasons were sufficient and the words were moving. The words that Ming Furo added later to show Ansel's attitude immediately made Xitana forget her unhappiness.

She coughed twice symbolically and pretended to be reserved for a while, but when she stretched out her hand, the swift movement and fierce posture almost seemed to snatch the gift from Ming Furo's hand, causing Anelsa's eyes to curve and she covered her mouth and chuckled twice.

Holding the square box in her hand, Shitana couldn't wait to open it immediately. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks turned red. When she thought that Anther was going to give her a perfect gift, her body softened a little and she wanted to lean towards Anther.

But as she moved, Anser's hand was already on the back of her hand.

"Not yet, Sitana."

“Not yet?!”

Miss Dog was already getting a little impatient. She was already itching for Ansel to answer her questions before, and now that the gift was in her hands and she still refused to open it, she was so angry that she wanted to bite Ansel.

Already angry!

“This gift.”

Anser narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's not appropriate to open it now."

He leaned close to Xitana's ear and whispered:

"It's best when it's just the two of us."

The girl shuddered at the hot and moist breath in her ears. The subtle words and Ansel's slightly hoarse voice tickled her heartstrings, erasing her current restlessness with another kind of unrequited itch.

"Well, it's settled then."

Xitana hugged the gift box tightly, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world, and her voice became soft and tender. She glanced at the smiling Hydra couple, her face became more and more red, but she still mustered up the courage and whispered to Anser:

"Wait for us, when there are only two of us... Anser, open it for me to see, and, uh..."