The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Earl Red Frost asked with a forced smile while being stared at by a pair of ocean-blue eyes that were more intoxicating than gemstones.

"Misunderstanding? No no no... There is no misunderstanding. Didn't we have a very pleasant chat?"

Anser swung his wine glass and said with a smile: "I like the gold you gave me, I like the magic crystal you gave me, and I like the sisters too. Look, there is also this -"

He shook the stack of documents in his hand: "And the proof of our friendship."

"Oh no... it would be very troublesome to kill a count without any evidence."

The young noble sighed like this at first, and then said to Earl Chishuang very solemnly:

"Thank you for saving me a lot of precious time. I will cherish this dedication that is more dazzling than gold. Hmm... seven days, no, seven days is too long, three days will do."

"I will see to it that nothing desecrates your body during the three days it takes for you to be dried."

As Anser said this, he continued to knead Meiji beside him, and said lazily: "Go ahead, Xavier."

An old man in a tuxedo behind him nodded slightly. The moment he raised his hand, Earl Chishuang screamed in horror:

"Wait! I... I know what you want! You think that only the information is not enough, right? Manpower... Yes, manpower! Viscount Longbing on the smuggling route, Viscount Xiaofeng on the looting route, and... In short, no matter who it is! I can kill them! No, you can execute them and replace them with someone you like! This way you can ensure that all routes are under your control!"

"Oh! You didn't forget to recommend two more capable people. You really think of me, Your Excellency!"

Anser couldn't help but applaud Count Red Frost's dedication: "You are really my good friend! It's a pity that Hydra has never had any friends, so..."

He made a mourning gesture for Earl Chishuang with great regret: "In order for our friendship to be frozen in such a beautiful moment, please die."

"Savier—"

"and many more!"

"Still waiting?" Anser looked at the tall man who stood up suddenly in front of him with dissatisfaction, "This is not how we squander our friendship, Your Excellency!"

"Hydra... Your Excellency."

Earl Chishuang tried hard to suppress his fear. He stared at Anser and said word by word, "Are you going to kill me? Right here, right now? Are you willing to destroy the disguise you have maintained for six years just to kill me?"

He exhaled his fear, and his brain started to work at an unprecedented speed: "I don't believe I am worthy of you doing this. If you really want to judge me, at least take me to the imperial capital! You are not qualified to execute me right now!"

That’s right… That’s right. If it was Flamel, he and his whole family would have been turned into alchemical potions long ago. But now he is facing Anser… This monster, he has really been pretending all along! But so what? He has been pretending for so long and it is definitely not for fun. There must be a deeper purpose. If he can drag the matter to the imperial capital, the Grand Duke of Gray Tower might——

"'The Duke of Grey Tower may be able to buy me a chance of survival' - that's what you're thinking, isn't it, Your Excellency?"

Anser closed one eye and used the other eye to observe Count Red Frost's face through the wine glass and the wine.

Twisted, turbid, deformed, and disgusting.

"It's just..." The handsome young noble boy shrugged, "We agreed to split it 70% to 30%. He gets 70% and I get 30%."

“……” Earl Chishuang opened his mouth wide, and the suppressed fear and despair instantly pressed down his cervical vertebrae and spine.

Anser stared at the trembling Earl Chishuang, and his body began to tremble as well.

After shaking for two seconds, he finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and his cheerful and loud laughter echoed in the banquet hall.

"Hahahaha... No, Count, you... Hahahaha... Do you really believe it? Do you really believe that I will share the money with him?"

Anser, laughing so hard that he fell backwards, waved the documents in his hand and said, "Then why do I need these? It seems that your trust in the Grand Duke of Grey Tower is just this much."

Anser, no longer disguising himself, exhaled, handed the document to Savile, shook his head and sighed: "It seems that I have done a good job in the past six years. I can actually make you feel from the bottom of your heart that I will take over this... garbage."

Anser, who always made people feel happy, suddenly lost the smile on his face.

He looked at Earl Red Frost expressionlessly. He was clearly looking up at him, but it seemed as if he was looking down on him.

"There are obviously more effective ways to utilize, obviously more perfect ways to control, obviously more unsolvable ways to plunder...but you scumbags are gloating over the profits you have gained with such inferior and ridiculous means."

"When I think about being in the same evil party as you, I feel sad from the bottom of my heart."

He leaned his elbow against the armrest, held his head with a fist, and said unhappily, "Are we evil people who can't even be loved by others worthy of being called evil people?"

"...Madman, Hydra really only gives birth to madmen. There is no difference between you and your monster ancestors!"

Realizing that he had no way out, Earl Chishuang was filled with shock and anger. He cursed and overturned the entire dining table.

It must be said that although he has fallen to this point, in the Northland known for its bravery, Earl Red Frost still has some strength.

But the tableware, wine and food that should have hit Anser's face instead... hit Earl Chishuang himself.

"Look." Anser, who was sitting cross-legged, spread his arms. "This look of a loser who is angry out of shame is too despicable to be accepted."

He sighed quietly, "The villains who can't even accept defeat should just suck their mother's milk. Oh, by the way, is the Earl's mother still alive?"

"Anser!!!"

boom--!

The two-meter-tall and four-hundred-pound sturdy body flew backwards, scaring the concubines and beauties in the banquet hall to scream in fear, but no one dared to run away.

"Discourteous person."

The old man behind Anser didn't move, but just said this expressionlessly.

Yelling someone's name is more rude than greeting their mother, which makes sense.

"Why……"

The Red Frost Count, who was almost losing his mind, squeezed out words from between his teeth: "Why... Why should it be me! What's the point of you doing this! What on earth are you going to do, you mad dog who has been pretending for six years!?"

Xavier frowned slightly and was about to take a step forward, but Anser raised his hand to signal him to stop, then took the cane from him and walked leisurely to Earl Red Frost?

"Why?" Anser looked down at him with a smile, "Isn't the answer yourself, Your Excellency?"

He used his cane to poke the back of Earl Red Frost's head, pressing his entire head to the ground, and said with indescribable joy:

"Just like you think that if you kill a few sheriffs and tax collectors, those 'untouchables' will be obedient; just like you think it's ridiculous that they are so excited and pin their hopes on me..."

The young Hydra bent down, and a deep darkness seemed to creep over his handsome and heroic face. Like a snake dripping with venom, he whispered to Count Scarlet Frost:

"You kept convincing yourself that 'Anser Hydra is different from other Hydras, he can be negotiated with', 'Everything he did in the Red Frost Territory was to increase bargaining chips', 'Since there is a deal, I can survive', you racked your brains and sold everything to survive, but you didn't know that you never had any choice. It's really..."

He stood up, opened his arms, took a long, deep breath, and then sighed comfortably:

"It's really funny and delightful."

Earl Chishuang, who was ridiculed in this way, was not angry at the moment.

He just felt cold from the inside out.

Countless pairs of cold hands stretched out from his blood vessels, gripped his internal organs, broke his bones, and drove the thorn of fear deep into his flesh.

He did all this, not to seek justice for those untouchables, not to seize his own wealth, but just to... trample on and torture his own dignity and soul at this moment?

In a trance, the words that Anser had just said rang in Earl Chishuang's ears.

[When I think of being in the same evil party as you, I feel sad from the bottom of my heart]

Chapter 3: Crazy as Me

"Oh, by the way, Count, you reminded me that I cannot kill a Count casually now. I still have to go through the necessary procedures, so -"

Anser raised his right hand, and the snake-head ring on his thumb began to reflect a blood-like flame.

"In compliance with the order of the Feast of Flames, Ansir Hydra declares that the temporary court of the empire is hereby opened."

A circular blood flame emblem was projected above the snake ring with a buzzing sound. The pattern in the center of the circle was a strange and ferocious beast that looked like a lion or a wolf, devouring a large ball of blood flame.

This is the emblem of the Xiangyan royal family, which no one in the entire continent dares to forge.

Anser, who was holding a cane in one hand, announced happily:

"I, Anser Hydra, serve as the presiding judge of this court, judge, clerk, prosecutor, bailiff, jury member, and executioner - um...etc."

He suddenly turned around and waved to the beautiful girl whom he had touched several times.

"Beautiful girl, please come here for a moment."

After being stunned for three full seconds, the other party approached Anser tremblingly.

Without waiting for her to get completely close, the chuckling young noble pulled her directly into his arms.

He put one arm around the other's trembling waist, grabbed the woman's hand with his right hand, and stroked it carefully.

"In addition to your neck, your hands are also very beautiful, long, slender, and powerful at the same time. Hmm... Your Excellency the Count has a very good taste."

Anser whispered in the woman's ear like a lover: "What's your name?"

"Yu, Yura... Yura Nanaga."

The woman curled herself into a ball, the sound almost coming out of her lips.

"Ms. Nanaja, you must have been a pianist, right?"

Yura's body froze. In extreme fear, she never thought that Anser would say such a thing - and, he was right.

"It seems that I guessed right." Anser chuckled, "Ah... forgive my presumption, but these are indeed a pair of beautiful hands that would be like blasphemy if not playing the piano."

Then, he hummed a brisk tune in Yura's ear. Yura grabbed her exposed dress and subconsciously exclaimed: "Spring, Spring Concerto..."

"Don't you think this piece of music is very suitable for you to play?"

Anser's five fingers gently touched Yura's slender waist, as if he was really playing the piano, and whispered in the woman's ear: "Imagine you wearing a dress, with your long hair tied up, and your snow-white neck, which is like a work of art, glowing with the holy light of angel wings under the lights of the Empire Theater."

"Your hands...will grab everyone's attention the moment you open the piano lid."

Yura fell into chaos in the sound of Ansel's murmurs. She could clearly feel that dark, damp, sticky and terrible thing entwined around her again, caressing and licking her whole body. But even so, she was completely... completely out of control, as if she was drowning in the young, slightly hoarse voice when whispering.

——Even if she was strangled to death at this moment, she could not escape from the ray of warmth in the darkness.

"——But, that's fake."

Yura's heart stopped at this moment.

The boy was still whispering in her ear, but that ambiguous, warm voice was filled with a compassion that suffocated her.

"You know, Miss Nanaja, that's fake. You will never see that day again. From the moment you were captured by the Earl and imprisoned here, and trained to be a plaything for people like me, that beautiful dream was far away from you."

“…Gu, wu, ah—”

First the fingertips, then the palms, the arms, and finally the whole body. Poor Miss Yura's whole body began to tremble violently. She clutched Ansher's collar tightly, tears streaming down her wildly turbulent pupils, and meaningless short syllables came out of her mouth.

When she saw Ansel for the first time, she might have felt fortunate that as a "plaything", she could give her most important first time to such a handsome boy.

But now? What did she feel? Fear? Despair? Yura didn't know. She didn't know what she was thinking anymore. After a brief and intoxicating magical warmth, the viciousness that cruelly pierced her heart tore her self into humble pieces.

Anser stroked her hair lovingly: "I feel sad for you from the bottom of my heart, Miss Nanajia. But I also know that this alone cannot bring you comfort."

He held Yura's face in one hand and stared into those gray eyes that no longer had any complete emotions.

"Do you know what else you can do with your beautiful hands?"

Anser whispered in her ear:

"It's perfect for shooting."

"……shot?"

"Ah, that's right." The boy nodded and replied, "Shooting, well, it's very simple, hold the handle tightly, aim at the enemy, and pull the trigger."

In the face of the woman's confused and broken eyes, Ansher smiled and tapped the ground lightly with his snake-headed cane.

The next second, the solemn and cold cane transformed into a huge... black hand cannon in the pleasant concerto composed of the twisting of the mechanism, the friction of steel, and the interweaving of parts!

Anser pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Earl Red Frost and pronounced his sentence expressionlessly:

"Earl Chishuang Cantrell Chishuang, this prosecutor will prosecute you for a total of thirty-two crimes, including embezzlement, tax evasion, tax evasion, illegal taxation, malicious hoarding of grain, market disruption, smuggling of national reserve resources, vicious murder, large-scale looting, and human trafficking."

"Due to the irrefutable evidence, the jury, the judge, and the presiding judge declare that the charges are immediately established. You will be stripped of your earldom, all your property will be confiscated, and you will be executed on the spot."

"Method of execution: shooting."

"The executioner, Anser Hydra, and... Yura Nanaga."

After making this announcement, Anser stuffed the pitch-black hand cannon into Yura's palm.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Nanaga."

He gently pressed his hand against Yura's cheek, put his hand on the back of her hand, and helped her put her finger on the trigger.

Ah…that kind of warmth, the one that embraced her, deceived her, and redeemed her…the dark warmth.

"I told you, you're good at shooting."

At this moment, the dark feeling that almost strangled Yura came again.