The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The impact that the data system brought to the Tower of Babel was far beyond everyone's imagination. The forces and individuals coming to communicate and negotiate are still coming in an endless stream until today, and Ming Furo, as always, does not get involved in such matters, making it very difficult for Hendrick to cope with them.

The battle for the inheritance of Grand Duke Shenghui is gradually coming to an end. Soren, who has always remained neutral among the nine supreme seats, has now won the first place, but he promised to use most of it for the development of the Aether Academy; the second place is also a faction of pure scholars who do not have much bias in their stance.

On the contrary, the voices of the most powerful factions became much smaller. Grand Duke Mosu and Grand Duke Yuanshu, whose territories were located in the same southern border as Grand Duke Shenghui's, actually did not gain any advantage at all. This development... was quite intriguing.

Grand Duke Shenghui represented the most radical faction in the Ether Academy. His fall and the dismantling of his power meant that the Ether Academy had curbed its oppression of other academic organizations. And those who took over these legacies were mainly neutral factions. In such changes, the Tower of Babel inexplicably became one of the beneficiaries.

It can only be said that Ming Furo's statement at the time did save the Tower of Babel, although the price was that the Tower of Babel would truly become an appendage of Anther...but no one in the entire Tower of Babel seemed to have any objection to this.

Therefore, Hendrick was not unhappy about his hard work. On the contrary, the visible growth of the Tower of Babel made him feel gratified from the bottom of his heart.

"If the teacher could see this...it would be great."

The man rubbed his nose, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Ming Fuluo has also grown into a scholar who can stand on her own just as you expected."

At this point, his tone became... a little complicated for some reason.

"Just as you...expected." Hendrick murmured in a low voice.

dong dong dong-

The knock on the door interrupted Hendrick's thoughts. He sorted out his thoughts and responded, "Come in."

The petite female scholar pushed the door open and walked in. She always put efficiency first and said straight to the point: "I need some books on biological alchemy, Hendrick."

"...Biological alchemy?" Hendrick was stunned. "What do you want a book on that? Ming Fuluo, you should have never been involved in this field."

"I have an... idea."

Ming Fuluo was unusually vague: "It's just that in the initial stage, we need some information as a reference."

Although it was a bit strange, Hendrick did not think much about it. He thought it was probably related to Nidhogg. He also contributed some effort in creating this "alchemical swarm".

"Are you planning to start from the field of bioalchemy and try to find another way to create Nidhogg?"

The man said with interest: "I haven't thought about this, but...hiss, this is indeed a good idea! We can capture a large number of insect monsters and transform them. In terms of production cost and difficulty, it may be much lower than directly manufacturing them."

Ming Fuluo did not deny it, but just said: "I don't have much knowledge in this area, so I need Hendrick to give me some reference suggestions."

"Well... you can first read Lorennet's "The Transformation of Flesh and Blood", and then read Kailin's "Theory of Monster Domination". If those two books are fine, then read Mr. Flamel's "Life, Matter, and Ether - Triple Deconstruction". If you can understand this book thoroughly, then you will have something to show for yourself in the field of biological alchemy."

Hendrick waved his hand, and five very thick books piled up on the table. "Triple Deconstruction is divided into three parts. It contains not only knowledge about biological alchemy, but also a lot of extremely profound alchemical knowledge... Mr. Flamel only released sixty-six books in this series at the time, which is only twenty-two sets. In order to get this thing... it took a lot of effort."

The works of Flamel Hydra can be regarded as priceless treasures in the field of alchemy. This god in the field of alchemy is not stingy in spreading his knowledge. He has created profound codes that even fifth-level transcendents may not be able to understand, and he has also written the most basic introductory alchemy tutorials, which are estimated to be regarded as the most perfect basic tutorials for hundreds or thousands of years to come.

But occasionally, he also had his own subtle bad taste - for example, sometimes he would deliberately circulate only a very small number of books, and enjoy the miserable appearance of those powerful people who were usually high and mighty, fighting for these books until they were bloodied, and he did this for fun.

Ming Fuluo knew how precious this book was, but she didn't show it. She just nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

In the past, after saying this, Ming Fuluo would have turned around and left without saying anything more. But this time, after a moment of silence, she suddenly asked:

"How is Babel now?"

Hendrick obviously didn't expect Ming Fuluo to ask this question. The surprise on his face was so obvious, but it soon turned into relief.

"Very good, Ming Fuluo, everything is fine, it has never been better."

"……Yeah."

"Yes, thanks to you, thanks to Lord Anser, everything is getting better."

Everything is getting better...

But the sword hanging over Ming Fuluo's head has never been removed, and the nightmare that haunts her has never disappeared.

Ansel may still be planning to tame her completely, because he does not trust himself, and he will only stop when reality reaches the end he has planned.

She still hasn't gotten the truth about Erion's death. After breaking up with Susilen, the only clue was completely cut off. If she wants to continue investigating, she can only ask Anser for help, but the price... she may not be able to afford it.

In this situation, she also has to consider how to help Anser fight against the emperor.

You have to be on guard against Anser's plot, find out the truth about your grandfather's death, and find a way to help Anser accomplish the most impossible thing in the world...

These three things, each more absurd than the last, are now stacked together, making Ming Furo the most stressed person in this Tower of Babel where she no longer has to bear any pressure.

But she didn't show any emotion, just nodded slightly and said calmly: "That's good, I'll go first, Hendrick."

After taking the five precious books in her hand, she turned and left Hendrick's office and walked towards her alchemy workshop.

There was no longer any place in the Tower of Babel that required her to worry about - although it sounded ridiculous that an academic organization with several fifth-level transcendents needed a mere third-level transcendent to worry about it, the fact was that if it hadn't been for Ming Furo and her efforts to turn the tide several times, the Tower of Babel would have been disbanded long ago.

...In other words, if Ansor had not repeatedly acted as the behind-the-scenes promoter, allowing Ming Furo to stand up at critical moments, the Tower of Babel would have been disbanded long ago.

Now, Ming Furo can also focus on her own affairs, Anser's secret plan, the cause of her grandfather's death... and how to help Anser. Under her plan, these three points can be carried out simultaneously.

Anser won't believe me now... No, he probably won't believe me forever unless his plan succeeds. And if Anser's plan succeeds, it means that I will... lose my resolute pursuit of that future.

Therefore, we must try our best to maintain a cooperative relationship - no, it should be a superior-subordinate relationship as it is now.

Even if I have to be a subordinate, even if I will always be teased, humiliated, or even played with by Anther... as long as I can maintain this fragile balance temporarily, it will be enough.

Ming Furo entered the contents of the book into the data system while thinking.

On this basis, we must find a way to reduce the cost of finding out the cause of grandfather's death from Ansel as much as possible. He will definitely regard this matter as part of the plan, and he will not miss this opportunity, so we must always be vigilant.

The information provided by Su Silun seemed useless, but it actually revealed a key piece of information - that is, the time left for Ming Fuluo was probably not much.

The murderer staying in the imperial capital means he may leave at any time. Once this clue is lost, it will be unknown when the next time we can find the tail, so Ming Fuluo must seize the opportunity.

Lastly... and most importantly, if he could really help Anser resolve that threat, everything would be eased, or even reconciled.

…Will it?

Ming Fuluo asked herself solemnly, will the reconciliation between her and Ansher really come?

If it is really as Ansel said, even if the threat to Ansel is lifted, he will no longer help Ming Fuluo, or even... this matter itself conflicts with her ideals?

Miss Doll didn't want to think about it any further. She only knew that now was not the time to waver. Since she had made up her mind to help Anser, she would continue no matter what the road ahead held.

After entering the alchemy workshop, the entry of the first two books had been completed. Ming Furo was about to start entering Flamel's three books, but at the moment she started, her body froze.

"What's this?"

The light flashing across the lenses revealed a mess of characters. What was input into the data system was not the knowledge in the book at all, but a string of random things.

Ming Fuluo opened one of the three books thoughtfully, and picked up a pen to record the contents of the book on paper. As a result, her hands began to scribble and draw without her control - she didn't even feel "out of control" at all, but believed that she was going to write these things.

“…This is the power of the Old Deus.”

Ming Fuluo whispered with a complicated expression: "No matter what method is used, it is impossible to separate the knowledge he has given us from the carrier he has set."

Even new things like data systems cannot escape its influence. This ability to almost engrave rules on the foundation of the world is so absurd and terrifying that it is difficult to describe in words.

"Even this kind of power cannot solve Anser's problem."

She murmured, placing the three thick books on the table. This reality seemed to be asking Ming Fuluo a question on behalf of Anser:

What are your qualifications?

Mingfuluo Zeger, what qualifications do you have to be so self-righteous as to think you can help Anser?

qualifications……

I am indeed unqualified, regardless of my current abilities or my relationship with Anser.

Ming Fuluo thought so, but still picked up the thick book and opened the first page without any hesitation.

But it has nothing to do with whether I do it or not.

When Ming Furo thought of Ansel's feelings for Xitana, the sacrifices mixed in that feeling that he himself was not even aware of, and Anilsa's sad expression and words, she felt that she had to do it.

If I am the culprit who made Anser become like this... then it is only natural to make up for my mistake.

"At that time... was Anser telling me about the power of Feast Flame?"

Ming Fuluo murmured to herself: "The fire of all bases, the power to dismantle and burn everything and turn it into its own nourishment. How can we resist this power?"

"If the flame of feasting can burn everything, then no matter what elements or means are used, it is meaningless. The method is meaningless, so..."

Just as she was talking to herself, a chill ran rapidly from her tailbone to the back of her head. The woman turned around abruptly and found a ghost shrouded in darkness... who appeared out of nowhere in her alchemy workshop!

"you--"

"Mingfroy Zeg."

The black ghost spoke in a cold tone with almost no ups and downs in his voice, like a cheap alchemical puppet. However, its strange appearance and the ability to suddenly appear behind her made Ming Furo's heart stop beating instantly.

"I am here to convey Her Majesty's invitation to you, on the orders of Her Majesty the Great Princess."

"First Princess...Your Highness?"

Ming Fuluo calmed down and tried to calm herself down: "Your Highness... looking for me?"

"It's just an invitation for a transaction. Your Highness is very interested in your data system."

The black ghost said indifferently: "Out of the most basic respect for Lord Anser, His Highness is willing to make a deal with you. As long as you hand over the entire data system, His Highness is willing to provide you with the truth about Erion's death."

"!"

Her emotions, which had been somewhat adjusted, were out of control again. Ming Fuluo almost instinctively raised her voice: "What did you say!"

"Your Highness can tell you the truth about Erion's death, all of it, any details you need."

The ghost maintained a deadly voice without any fluctuations: "The premise is that you hand over the data system. Starting from the construction foundation of this special alchemical creation, I will give it all to Your Highness."

There is an... opportunity, and it is a great opportunity different from Susilen's, to get the truth directly.

And on the surface, she doesn't have to pay an unbearable price. Compared with the crazy behavior of betting her life when cooperating with Susilun, it is simply a good deal. And no matter how you think about it, it is better than asking Anser for help.

The opportunity to solve the problem she most wanted to solve was right at her fingertips.

And this was obviously not Anther's plan. The conflict between him and Ivora was so obvious. According to the character of the eldest princess, it was absolutely impossible for her to help Anther.

And if this was also in Anser's calculations...exposing the data system and being targeted by Ivora? It was unrealistic, the possibility of variables in the middle was too great, and Anser would not make a plan that was so easily changed.

Then this is not a trap, but... a real opportunity.

the truth--

Ming Fuluo's body trembled slightly. Fifteen years... for fifteen whole years, in her life, apart from the pursuit of that illusory future, there was only... the search for the truth of the past.

The great grandfather whom she respected the most, the one who wanted to change the empire and lead this stagnant world for thousands of years to move towards a brighter future, was beheaded and his heart was cut out, and he died in front of her.

He died in the most miserable way, as if mocking his overestimation of his own abilities, in front of Ming Furo.

From that moment on, hatred and fear became Ming Furo's driving force to move forward, and also became an indelible nightmare.

Now, the chance to end the nightmare is right in front of us. As long as we hand over the data system, as long as we hand over this thing, we can...

Then...

The surging emotions in Ming Fuluo's heart suddenly calmed down.

Hand over...the data system.

Just like before...how guns were made?

Hand over something that doesn't belong to me?

Whether it is firearms or data systems, they are all made by Ming Furo.

But she knew better than anyone that without Anther, she would not have been able to come up with the new weapons that would make Babel valued by Ivora; without Anther, she would not have been able to create this data system that brought her countless conveniences, brought Babel to new heights, and even attracted Ivora's attention.

"Haven't you made up your mind yet?" Ghost's voice became even colder. "Don't waste His Highness' grace."

"……I."

The petite, doll-like woman lowered her head, her voice slightly hoarse:

"The data system is fundamentally useless to me."

"That's...Anther's stuff."

Ming Furo's mind flashed with the gleam in Ansel's eyes when he talked about this thing.

[A network that can connect the entire empire, allowing countless people to transcend countless limitations and break through the iron wall of knowledge]

At that time, Ansel...had described the dreamlike scene to her so eagerly and joyfully.

Therefore, even when exposing the data system, Ming Furo was trying her best to hide the greater effects it could produce, a great future that was enough to subvert anyone's imagination.

No, I can’t…

This is not a gun, not... not the violence that allows the Tower of Babel to survive. Even if its true purpose cannot be discovered by someone like the eldest princess, it cannot be used in its entirety for trading.

When trading with Grand Duke Mosu, the other party also made such a request, but at that time Ming Fuluo simply thought that the value of the transaction was not equal. But now... she has a new idea -