The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The next second, Ming Furo took out a long black object from her storage ring and handed it to Xitana.

"This is one of the best weapons I carry. Do you want me to teach you how to use it?"

This time it was Hitana's turn to be confused. She looked down at the thick and big thing handed to her by Ming Furo. After being stunned for two seconds, she looked up at the other party.

"what is this?"

"Firearms." Ming Fuluo answered simply and decisively.

"This is not what I want!"

Xitana jumped up: "Why do I need this thing! Don't you have a normal weapon? How about a bow and arrow?"

"From the perspective of weapons," Ming Fuluo said seriously, "firearms that have been assembled through alchemy and use alchemical bullets are obviously more advanced than all other weapons."

"...I don't like it anyway, and I don't have any use for it."

Xitana pursed her lips and crossed her arms: "I might as well just beat it to death with my hands instead of using this. Can't you really make a bow first?"

"Of course an ordinary bow and arrow is fine, but can it meet your needs?"

"Uh...it doesn't seem to work."

The girl scratched her head. "Aren't you alchemists supposed to be able to make something appear out of thin air with a snap? That's what Mr. Flamel does."

Ming Fuluo was silent for several seconds, staring at Xitana until she got goosebumps.

"What, what are you doing? Am I wrong?"

"You also said that it was Mr. Flamel. He is the only one in the world who can do this. A powerful alchemical tool requires high-quality materials, suitable tools, and sufficient time to create. Otherwise, why would an alchemist need a workshop?"

Hitana also realized that the Old Deus was indeed a bit too much compared to a normal alchemist, but she had no choice but to say in frustration:

"Anser said that you were my helper, so I thought you must have a way... He couldn't have known that I don't like to use this kind of thing. Why don't you look around... Maybe you have a bow and arrow in your inventory?"

"...I don't put a bow and arrow in my arsenal, so it's impossible-"

Ming Fuluo's words suddenly stopped.

Seeing her reaction, Xitana's eyes lit up: "You thought of it?"

Ming Fuluo did not answer, but looked down at the gray bracelet on her wrist with a complicated expression.

You see everything clearly, don't you, Anser?

Ansir Hydra is a devil who takes everything into consideration. He would not make such a low-level mistake. He knows that Ming Furo has the means to "help" Xitana.

Or... he just wanted to see Ming Fuluo, so he used this method.

"Ming Fuluo, Ming Fuluo? Why don't you say something? Can you...eh? Hmm?! Hey! You, your hand!"

Xitana looked at Ming Fuluo's hand in great shock. To be precise, it was the bracelet on her wrist... which suddenly began to radiate fine gray-black particles. With Xitana's eyesight, she could clearly see that they were clearly bugs!

Hitana, who had goosebumps all over her body, didn't know how to react. These tiny insects quickly gathered together and finally formed... the shape of a longbow?

Ming Fuluo's lenses flashed with light, and she murmured in a low voice: "The completeness is 81%, and the stability is no more than 76%... The completion rate is too low, but it should be enough."

As the shape continued to solidify, a bow really appeared out of thin air in Ming Furo's palm!

"Try it." She threw the bow to the dazed Sitana, who caught it in a panic. She felt a little disgusted when she thought that this thing was made of insects.

"It's far from a normal alchemical bow. It only has the most common power enhancement function. The arrows... I can try to enchant them, but the effect cannot be guaranteed."

Xitana looked at the bow, then at Ming Furo, then looked at the bow again, and then looked at Ming Furo again.

"You can create things out of thin air!"

If she hadn't been afraid of scaring away the prey, Hitana would have screamed.

"…The principle of making this bow is completely different from Mr. Flamel's method, and it is only a basic experiment now."

Ming Fuluo touched the bracelet and lowered her eyes slightly: "But he saw it right away."

No longer having to worry about the future of Babel, she focused all her attention on Erion's death and her research on Nidhogg.

She believed that the greatness of this creation did not lie in killing, but in creation... a creation that could transcend material limitations and approach Flamel's divine realm!

Using Nidhogg as the most basic unit, forming matter, and building an ether circuit, achieving something from nothing in another way - how difficult it was to get to this point, and the hardships involved, only Ming Furo herself knew.

What she has now is just a test product, or even less than a test product, but a half-finished test product.

She always carried it with her on weekdays, and would ponder, study and research it over and over again whenever she had free time. And Anser... discovered such a thing easily.

Ming Furo did not want Nidhogg to be exposed, especially as he might be noticed by the ambitious eldest princess. Although Ivola was arrogant, her vision was not narrow. On the contrary, it was because she could see the prospects of firearms that she invested heavily in the Tower of Babel. If she discovered this thing... she might not even consider Ansher's face and interfere in the affairs of the Tower of Babel again, or even try to control herself again.

But at this moment, at the moment when she decided to use Nidhogg, Ming Furo's heart... was calmer than ever before.

Even though she seemed to be plotted against by Anser and forced in an alternative way, she did not feel any anger.

On the contrary, after a series of self-questioning and self-doubt in a short period of time, a ray of bright vitality flashed through the chaotic heart of the doll lady.

Ansel still understands everything about me.

Does this also mean that he... is still watching me?

Chapter 49: Anser's Gift Part 6

Ivora, who had seemed uninterested, suddenly brightened up.

"this thing……"

She stared at the gray bracelet on Ming Fuluo's wrist, the fire of greed burning in her eyes unconcealedly.

"interesting."

The eldest princess chuckled: "Did you give her the inspiration for this thing?"

"But being able to create it is Ming Fuluo's own ability."

Anser stared at the cute and cold face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "I don't have the ability to make this thing."

"Ability, hum...your little doll does have quite a unique talent in this area."

At this point, Ivora sneered for some reason: "But she always has unrealistic and stupid delusions."

Anser raised his eyebrows slightly: "...What did she mention to you?"

"What else could it be? An upgraded version of her crazy grandfather's ideas."

The woman waved her hand in annoyance. "What... nonsense like civilianizing alchemical equipment."

The young Hydra looked at Ming Fuluo who was making arrows for Xitana, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Has she said this to you many times?"

"Not much. She's a smart person. After she knew I had no interest in doing such stupid things, she stopped mentioning it to avoid angering me."

The eldest princess lazily rubbed her feet back and forth on Anser's thighs: "In fact, I have thought about it several times, why not just destroy the Tower of Babel, anyway, their value is just that little."

The push of fate almost made Ming Fuluo send the Tower of Babel into the abyss, but what made Ivora give up this idea?

Anser gently stroked Ivora's white and smooth instep. Her toes were slender, and the bones connecting to the instep were slightly obvious, making the entire snow-covered foot look well-defined.

"But you didn't do it, why?"

The fiery woman moaned in comfort: "Because, well~ I want to see what the little doll you value is capable of. You can understand that... I let them go for your sake."

Anser chuckled: "Should I thank you then?"

Ivora, lying on his side, supported his face, and glanced at me sideways through his narrow and charming eyes, like a fox looking back, but that coquettishness was not the deliberate flattery of putting oneself in a subordinate position, but a surging flame of condescendingness.

"Then... just keep touching me." Her bright red lips raised into a lustful smile, "I like it very much."

Anser continued to play with the snow foot in his hand as she said, but his mind was not on it.

Just as when he tamed Sitana, he constantly had to review past events, analyze the actions of fate, and determine its purpose.

Until he confronted Ming Furo and wanted to turn her into an ideal monster, Fate had been acting with the goal of destroying the Tower of Babel and exiling Ming Furo.

Being controlled by Ivora is never a good thing. It is not difficult to instigate this cruel and tyrannical woman to destroy the Tower of Babel, and it is impossible for Ansher to seize the Tower of Babel from Ivora. So after snatching the Tower of Babel from Ivora through that game, one path of destiny is temporarily blocked.

In addition, Anther announced his plan to Ming Furo in an extremely sharp manner, so he had to temporarily change direction and make preventing Ming Furo from falling into the abyss of rationality and becoming a tool controlled by Anther his first priority.

Up to this point, everything is under Anser's control.

According to the original plan, Ming Furo would either make up her mind to fight Anther with reason, and eventually become a tool of reason and completely lose her emotions; or, through frequent contact with Anther, like Xitana, she might completely turn to Anther emotionally.

The former was Anser's most original plan, made before he was influenced by Sitana, and the latter was a test that he was willing to make due to the appearance of Sitana.

During this process, a huge change occurred - he was inadvertently driven by fate, and he used too much force in venting pressure, which led to Marina noticing the clues. Marina, without his knowledge, implicitly told Ming Furo about this possibility.

This part——

"Anser."

The dissatisfied voice interrupted Anser's thoughts. Ivora frowned and looked at him: "Pinch gently."

"...You are treating me like a servant." Ansher responded with a laugh.

"You and I are equal. Since I use you as a male servant, you can use me as a female servant someday, and I have no complaints."

Ivora raised his chin slightly: "This should be okay."

"I have no interest in playing this little game with you, Ivora."

"Tsk, why are you always so boring when facing me."

The woman kicked Anser's cheek in annoyance, but Anser grabbed her ankle, and the pink sole of her foot almost touched Anser's face.

"Aren't you a famous female killer in the imperial capital, Mr. Anser?"

"...I don't remember ever having such a nickname. I was a child three years ago, dear Miss Ivora."

"Hah! Child?"

Ivora burst into laughter. She looked straight into Anser's eyes and licked her lips gently: "You were already a devil three years ago, no, even earlier, Anser."

"Really?" Anser tilted his head slightly, "So in your eyes, I am so evil, Ivora."

"Evil, so what?"

The woman wrapped her legs around Anser's neck and used her extremely flexible waist to lift her upper body, allowing her to lean against Anser in an extremely ambiguous posture.

"Compared to the sickening brilliance you had as a child..."

She whispered in Anser's ear: "You are so... irresistible now."

"It is a real headache that the Empire will be handed over to you, Ivora."

Anser sighed, "I had no idea how tiring this would become."

"Who said you have to work hard for this? Wouldn't it be nice for you and I to sit on the throne and enjoy the funny way they try to please us?"

Ivora let go of Anther. Due to the difference in ideas, she no longer seemed close to Anther. The growing indifference and even disgust on her face not only showed that she really had no feelings for Anther, but also revealed the nature of this pure divine species.

Or... to some extent, Anser is the outlier.

Anser did not answer her, but just watched Xitana on the screen draw the bowstring, and then looked at the petite scholar sitting on the floating cannon with his eyes lowered and silent.

Fate, it was unreasonable for Him to let Ming Fuluo know that she was different.

Because this will greatly deepen Ming Fuluo's bias towards herself.

After repeating this with Ming Furo, Anser's ambivalent attitude, as if he had given up on her but at the same time needed her and wanted to tame her, gave Ming Furo an ambiguous and illusory thought, and she gradually began to think, "Anser cares about me."

And when this idea reached its peak, that is, after leaving Zeger Manor, when they spent a night pouring out their feelings to each other, Ansor cruelly revealed the irreparable rift between them.

The elusive illusion turned into an extremely real fall.

Under this huge gap, coupled with the information revealed by Marina and the strangeness of Ming Furo's soul, no matter how rational, smart and determined this petite and indifferent female scholar is, she will fall into complete confusion.

According to Anser's current plan and pace... Ming Furo's fall is only a matter of time.

Unless this is what fate wants, He wants to repeat what happened to Sitana.

But are you... thinking of me too kindly?

Anser whispered this in his heart.

How could I make the same vow as Sitana to someone who had betrayed me?

Sitana's uncontrollable animality is in the distant future, and before that future arrives, everything is possible.

But Ming Fuluo's morbid pursuit of ideals has run through her life and cannot be changed.

Three years ago, he thought he had broken Ming Furo's paranoia, but in the end it was all in vain. Even if Ming Furo fell, he didn't think that the other party would put her ideals lower than his own.

But fate did this, it must have foreseen the possibility of success. After successfully taming Ming Furo... something more elusive was waiting for him.