The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anilissa held onto Ming Fuluo's shoulders and whispered, "I'm telling you this not to make you feel guilty towards Arthur, or to make you loyal to him again, because you won't be loyal to him just because of this guilt. I don't think your loyalty is that cheap."

"I just wanted to let you know that Arthur...has been having a hard time, and he needs someone to help him."

"Mel and I wanted to do it ourselves, but he wouldn't tell us anything, so we could only watch and do nothing."

"If you are truly his companion, someone who can understand him... even if you will not be loyal to him, even if in your eyes, there are things more important than him."

Ainelisa stared into Ming Fuluo's eyes and said word by word: "I also hope that you can help him and stop him from going on like this."

"This is my plea to you as a mother."

She turned her head and looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers. The smile on that young face appeared in her mind, and she murmured sadly:

"How I wish I could see him smile at me sincerely again."

"Even once is fine."

Chapter 55: The Lost Puppet

After Anelisa's conversation ended, Ming Fuluo had not yet recovered from her trance.

Mrs. Hydra's words were so shocking to her that they not only further proved that Anser had his own difficulties, but also explained to her that Anser's current situation was not just about his difficulties.

Ming Fuluo stood in the hall, leaning against the pillar and taking deep breaths.

The confusion and chaos in her purple eyes quickly turned into clear calmness. She clenched her fists slightly, and as her emotions calmed, her breathing gradually became steady.

Now, we should not let our emotions run wild and be entangled in meaningless panic and weakness.

Now that you have the answer, you need to take action, immediately.

"Oh, hello, Miss Zeger."

A tender voice sounded under Ming Fuluo's feet. Lawrence, swinging his tail, greeted the girl: "The young master asked me to lead the way for you. Come with me."

"……OK."

Ming Fuluo exhaled slowly, and the racing thoughts in her mind were quickly disassembling all the intelligence and information she already had.

Something that Ansel felt threatened by... something that he was unwilling to tell Mr. and Mrs. Flamel about.

Ansher didn't tell Mr. and Mrs. Flamel, but he seemed to have... told Xitana?

In just a few seconds, Ming Furo grasped a key point.

This couldn't be an emotional inclination, certainly not for Anser, but rather a kind of... a necessity.

If possible, Anser would never be stingy with any of the power around him. If he could rely on Mr. Flamel to solve this problem, he would have done so long ago.

In other words, the only ones who can solve this problem are Ansel and his clan leader, only him... himself.

No, but how could there be a problem in this world that Mr. Flamel couldn't solve? So it's not necessarily that it can't be solved, but if Mr. Flamel were to solve it, it would be extremely disadvantageous to him, or... it would usher in the worst possible outcome.

Ming Fuluo's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Miss Zeger?"

Lawrence noticed her sudden movement and turned his little head, asking in surprise, "What's the matter?"

"…No, it's nothing. Please continue to lead the way."

If you combine the above points together, the only possibility is...

Emperor.

He is equal in strength to Mr. Flamel, and once the two sides fight each other, no matter what the result, only hell will be left.

The pressure Anser is under... comes from the emperor?

But why, what reason did the emperor have to threaten Anser? What she wanted now was obviously just to continue her life.

Ming Fuluo's pupils suddenly contracted to the limit.

Anser... holds the power that can allow the emperor to survive from that madness?

If that was the case, if that was the case... everything made sense! Even the emperor's inexplicable love for Anser since he was a child could be explained.

All the high-ranking officials in the empire knew that their emperor had an unusual closeness to the young Hydra, and this closeness had started when Anser was a child. Ming Fuluo didn't pay attention to this, so naturally she couldn't know the exact time, but the possibility of it starting around the age of ten was definitely not small.

Anser has some ability to free the emperor from madness... But if that's the case, why didn't he help Mr. Flamel first? That ability has risks? Cost? The cost should be very extraordinary. So... Anser seems to have never really demonstrated his power on any occasion.

Unlike Ivora, who loves to show off his absolute violence, Anser has only demonstrated his strength in public a few times, and even when he has, it has never been to the fundamentals.

All the facts point to this, not to mention... there is no other possibility.

The fact that it could threaten Anser alone was enough to rule out 99.9 percent of other options.

The only remaining puzzle was why Ansel would give up everything he had promised her.

The threat from the emperor forced him to do his best to strengthen himself, which Ming Fuluo could understand, but according to what Anelisa said, Anser was forced to give up something very important to him. According to the context and time, she was probably referring to Anser who had the same expectations and ideals as her... Would the shadow of the emperor affect this aspect?

Ming Fuluo is unable to perfect a sufficiently self-consistent logic on this point, but the previous inferences are sufficient and the logic is not problematic. The results derived from this are not too deviated, so there is no need to delve further.

Anther's enemy...is the Emperor.

The fight between the Old Gods doesn't mean that a scholar like Flo, who is merely called a "genius" with actual strength, is not strong enough even if all the grand dukes of the entire empire were tied together.

To participate in this matter is not just a matter of overestimating one's own capabilities or being a foolish dreamer, but a question of whether one's brain is broken.

"Here, we're here."

Lawrence led Ming Fuluo to a heavy door and said leisurely: "The young master has been waiting for you for a while. Come in, Miss Zeger."

"……Thanks."

"You don't have to be polite to me."

Lawrence stood up, crossed his arms, tilted his head and looked at Ming Fuluo for a while, then laughed:

"Besides, since you have great potential, I'll give you some advice first."

Its pair of dazzling scarlet eyes narrowed slightly. "No matter what Big Sister told you, you must remember, never, never, never mention anything about Big Sister in front of the Young Master—be it her feelings for the Young Master or something she said. In short, don't be too smart."

"Unless the young master asks you first, otherwise...you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

Lawrence's meaningful words made Ming Furo's mind reconstruct many things... Ansel's attitude towards Anelsa was also one of the extremely abnormal points. He had an extreme resistance to that place, which obviously had no problems and looked like a place for the Hydra family to rest and relax. He couldn't even control his emotions. It was a huge mystery.

The door of the alchemy workshop slowly opened, leaving Ming Fuluo no time to think. Lawrence, who had reminded her, had already left quietly. The petite sorceress took a deep breath and walked into the alchemy workshop.

As soon as she entered, she saw Anser fiddling with something.

"You're just in time, Luo. Come over and help me."

Anser's voice was very light, completely different from the calmness when he was talking to Anelsa just now. Ming Furo walked to his side in silence and found that he was carefully carving the ether circuit.

"I just thought of something very interesting."

The young Hydra raised his head, glanced at Ming Fuluo, and said with a smile: "But I am really not suitable for practice. It would be better for you to do it."

"You are free to use the equipment here. Let me tell you what I want to do first. I want to--"

"Ansher." Ming Furo interrupted Ansher softly.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Ansher raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Can you give me a hand."

Ming Fuluo raised her head and stared into Ansher's eyes.

"This is really...strange."

Anser was a little surprised: "You were cautious and unwilling to beg me because you couldn't afford the price, but now you want me to do you a favor? But... of course I am happy to do it."

He laughed happily: "What is it? It can't be about your grandfather, right? Think about it carefully, the price is something you can't afford."

"No, not yet." Ming Fuluo shook her head. "I hope you can design a weapon."

Under Anser's slightly stagnant gaze, the doll lady said calmly:

"A weapon that can kill gods."

"..."

Inside the alchemy workshop, the two fell into an unspeakable silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Anser suddenly laughed: "Killing gods? Can you make something like that, Luo? That's not the civilian alchemical equipment you made before, or the firearms that can be mass-produced. The Ether Academy was able to create weapons like the Armor with fifth-level combat power with the support of His Majesty... Why would you want to make something like that?"

"Besides, don't you hate making weapons the most?"

"But it is necessary now." Ming Fuluo replied.

"What's necessary?"

"It is necessary to kill the gods."

The petite female scholar stared into Anser's eyes, with no intention of looking away.

"If there is a need, I will do it. As for whether I can do it... for me, it's just a matter of time."

Kill the gods, kill the emperor.

Ming Furo made this reckless, absurd, ridiculous and stupid decision without any hesitation.

From a rational perspective, the emperor may be the ultimate obstacle for her to realize her ideals; from an emotional perspective, she has too many reasons to continue to stand by Anther.

...Even if he doesn't need it, he doesn't care.

Ming Fuluo didn’t know whether this was atonement or something else, she only knew that it was the right thing to do.

"You are really confident..."

Anser tilted his head slightly, looking at Ming Fuluo, who still maintained an indifferent expression but whose determination was very clear, and said in a leisurely tone:

"But I can't do it. I can't make a weapon that can kill gods. I don't know what you want to do, but don't dream about it, Ming Fuluo."

Of course, Ansel couldn't be unaware of what she meant. This casual rejection just showed his attitude - I don't need you.

As he said, "Don't daydream."

This was natural. Who would easily accept help from a betrayer? Moreover, Ming Fuluo was not qualified at the moment.

As for ability, who can explain it clearly?

Ming Fuluo was silent for a moment, then asked: "So, what do you need now?"

"..."

Anser glanced at what he was doing, was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed:

"I don't need you to do anything. I need you to answer me, what did your mother say to you just now, Luo?"

Ming Fuluo was slightly stunned. Lawrence's warning was still ringing in her ears. She didn't expect it to come true so soon.

If it was Anser who asked, then it doesn't matter... The woman was silent for a moment, then replied:

"Madam told me that you have..."

"I have unspeakable difficulties, I am under tremendous pressure, and my situation is extremely difficult, so I need you to help me, is that right?"

The young Hydra spoke in a very casual tone.

"……Yes."

Ming Fuluo was stunned. She didn't expect Ansel to react like this.

"What about you?" Anser asked back, "Do you believe what she said?"

Ming Fuluo stared into those clear yet bottomless ocean-blue eyes and whispered, "I have no reason not to believe it."

"No? I think that's too much. I deceived you and betrayed you beforehand, and you are also a victim. From your point of view, you have no reason to empathize with me, right?"

"Or..." Anser tilted his head slightly and sneered, "The most unlikely thing happened? Do you think I am more important than everything you insist on?"

Seeing Ming Fuluo's silence, Anser said rather boringly: "Of course, it's impossible. If you really become like this, you're not Ming Fuluo anymore, right?"

"But if I can help you." Ming Fuluo's tone became a little hurried, "If the existence that threatens you is resolved, you will no longer -"

"Who do you take yourself for, dear A-Luo?"