The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser said nonchalantly, "Is it fun to deceive yourself?"

"It's because I... I lost my memory of that day, Anser... Lord Anser." Ming Furo explained instinctively, but she was also very clear that such an explanation was a little pale.

Because the fact is—

“But does it matter?”

The devil looked down at the weak and helpless sorceress in front of him with indifference: "Three years ago, you were so close to me, but you were unwilling to trust me at that time. So now, what reason do you have to change your mind just because of what my mother said?"

"Ha, that's a good reason - it seems that when you think of that reason, you will make the same choice as you did three years ago, right?"

"You have never changed, Ming Furo." He stood up, walked to Ming Furo, and gently held the sorceress's slender neck.

“But I have changed a lot.”

Hydra, no longer a child, whispered.

He exerted force on his hands and lifted Ming Furo up without mercy. This amount of force was not a problem for a third-level transcendent, but the suffocating feeling inflicted by Anser was obviously a little unbearable for the very sensitive Ming Furo.

But Anser quickly grabbed Ming Furo's waist and released the hand that was pinching her neck. In this way, in order to maintain balance and not fall from mid-air, Ming Furo almost subconsciously stretched out her incredibly proportional long legs and wrapped them around Anser's waist, and put her arms around Anser's neck.

“Cough…cough cough cough cough!”

Ming Furo, who was hanging on Ansir, coughed twice, but nothing serious happened. However, when they were pressed against each other in such an ambiguous posture, Ming Furo saw... the coldness in Ansir's eyes.

She almost instinctively thought of what Anelissa had said—Anser was heartbroken and had given up.

I didn't believe Anser at that time and didn't stand on his side. Why...?

The only thing is that the conflict between them is completely irreconcilable. It has nothing to do with trust or not, and there is no second option.

But if that's the case, does she really have the position and reason to help Anser now?

But if not, she would never have distrusted Anser at that time. It was impossible, absolutely impossible...

Absolutely...impossible.

No matter what the two situations are, Ming Fuluo is no longer able to make her awareness stand firm, and is pushed further into the abyss of darkness.

Is it that there is no reason to help Anser, or... I didn't even make the choice to trust Anser three years ago?

Why can't I remember the memories from that time, why didn't I think of it before... I should have thought of it, I should have considered this situation in advance, why...

"There shouldn't be the words 'please help me' written on my face. And Ming Fuluo...what you want, your starting point, has never been simply to 'help me', right?"

Anser held the softest part of Ming Fuluo's body with one hand: "You told me that it was so that you could have a better helper, huh?"

"……Yes."

"I can help you anytime." Anser laughed happily, "As long as you can pay the price. Why do you want to do such a ridiculous thing and solve a problem that doesn't exist?"

Ming Fuluo subconsciously wrapped her legs around each other a little tighter.

She lowered her head for a while, then whispered: "But what I want is not creation and ideas, but--"

"Me three years ago?"

Anser curled his lips: "You are not suitable to say such things, Ming Fuluo."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything. She didn't know how to respond to the almost threatening words. At the same time, she gradually realized the changes in her mentality under Ansel's guidance.

Her attitude changed from anger, alienation, indifference, confusion, and bewilderment at the beginning to now... she has accepted the fact that "Ansher is needed".

"Ansher is burdened with irresistible hardships," this rekindled hope in Ming Furo's heart, but at the same time, she felt even more deeply guilty because of the gap in her previous attitude towards Ansher.

Ming Fuluo saw all this very clearly. She had discovered the subtle changes in her mentality and thoughts, but... she couldn't stop it.

How could she stop it? Would it be that if she kept telling herself that this was Anser's trap, would the facts that had happened no longer exist?

It was precisely because he did make these mistakes that Ansel had the opportunity to take advantage of him.

"How long are you going to hold me like this?" Anser said lazily, "Don't be like a child, Ming Fuluo."

"...What should I do?" Ming Fuluo said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"What should I do?" Miss Doll stared at Ansher, "Will you forgive me?"

"Forgive? Even though I've made it so clear, are you still going to do some meaningless self-consolation?"

Anser made no effort to hide his indifference and carelessness: "Rather than wasting energy like this, I suggest you think about how to restore your memory, Ming Fuluo."

"If the situation is really that... bad." Ming Fuluo replied in a low voice, "It won't be too late to regret it then. Because what I can do is extremely limited for you."

Anser was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You really don't hide anything at all. Why don't you try to deceive me and say that I am more important than your ideals for the time being?"

"Will you believe it?" Ming Fuluo asked back.

"...Haha, yeah, I wouldn't believe it either."

Anser leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead against Ming Fuluo's, and responded indifferently: "Otherwise, you are not Ming Fuluo."

They used such an ambiguous attitude to speak with such clear-cut words.

"But... since you said so."

Anser changed the subject, speaking in a brisk tone that was completely different from the previous second: "I wouldn't waste such an interesting opportunity to get my forgiveness, um..."

He snapped his fingers, smiled brightly and said, "How about going out for a walk with me?"

"……it is good."

Ming Fuluo let go of Ansher, jumped to the ground, and prepared to pick up the clothes she had taken off and put them on. Although she didn't know what Ansher was going to do, as long as it didn't go too far, she would choose to obey.

"Oh, wait, this is not what you should wear, dear Miss Minfroy."

Anser stopped Ming Fuluo from changing into her own clothes, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "On this trip, you and I are going to play some roles, so don't let it get away with it."

Ming Fuluo paused for a moment, glanced at Anser, and said in a slightly unnatural tone: "Are you... a couple?"

"Couple?"

Anser burst into laughter: "Ming Fuluo, you think too much, how could they be a couple?"

The young noble straightened his collar and tapped the ground with his cane. He restrained his vigor and energy. In just a moment, his aura became calm and reserved, and even though he looked very young, he gave people the illusion that he was in his twenties.

The young Hydra smiled and said:

"Of course...father and daughter."

Chapter 8: Of course the daughter will believe her father (K)

The black ladies' hat was worn tilted on her head, and the elegant black pleated dress made her look very dignified. The black lace gloves wrapped around her soft and delicate hands, and the semi-transparent black tights that allowed a glimpse of her skin were tightly attached to her slightly fleshy legs, covering the few exposed skin with black. The round-toed leather boots on her feet added a touch of playfulness to the outfit.

This whole set of black clothes focuses on highlighting the part above the waistline, while the wide skirt hides Ming Fuluo's most attractive plump hips and legs as a woman. As a result, our doll lady looks a bit like a... well, little girl.

Anser looked down at Ming Fuluo, who was dressed conservatively and abstinently: "It seems... there is something missing."

He reached out and wiped Ming Fuluo's forehead, and a hazy black gauze headdress covered Ming Fuluo's mature face, which did not look childish at all.

After doing so, he took two steps back, looked at Ming Fuluo for a while, and then nodded with satisfaction:

“That’s perfect.”

The young Hydra smiled and held out his hand to Ming Fuluo: "Anyone who sees you will imagine what kind of beauty this girl will grow into in four or five years."

Ming Fuluo silently handed her hand wrapped in black lace gloves to Anser. To be honest, she couldn't accept this kind of outfit at all, but she had no choice. At the same time, she thought to herself that Anser still liked black as always.

"So--"

The evil devil drawled cheerfully, "First, let's go meet your usual colleagues."

He felt the soft little hand he held in his palm twitch slightly. Obviously, Miss Ming Fuluo was completely unwilling to accept others seeing her like this.

Anser's smile became even brighter because of this: "Do you know what to call me?"

"...Father." Ming Furo leaned her head against the ground and answered with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Good boy."

Anser touched Ming Furo's hair. With the help of Anser's magic, her long blue-gray hair turned black. At the same time, she did not tie her hair into her usual neat high ponytail, but let her hair fall softly behind her head, making Ming Furo's aura of a young lady even stronger.

Dignified, reserved, delicate... She had completely lost her usual cold and decisive appearance, and even her voice had distinct ups and downs due to her emotional fluctuations.

Honestly, this contrasting Ming Fuluo is indeed very tempting. Although she is not as delicious as Xitana, the current doll lady makes Anser quite hungry. However...

But even at this point, even though Ming Fuluo was willing to submit, the ideals rooted in her heart remained unshakable. At the final moment of decision, she still would not choose herself.

This made Anser feel... a little subtle.

Pure people are worthy of praise, and those whose purity is legitimate and even noble are even more worthy of admiration.

There is no doubt that whether it is Erion or Ming Fuluo, the ideals they uphold are beyond reproach based on their motives alone. They are completely worthy of the word "noble" and can even be called great.

But this greatness has nothing to do with him.

The young Hydra now only wants to increase his docility and please himself, while laying the groundwork for the future.

He pulled Ming Furo out of the alchemy workshop. Miss Ming Furo, who was trying to get Ansel's "forgiveness", was very well-behaved, but being well-behaved could not make her look natural. Ming Furo, who seemed to have forgotten how to be a daughter, was just like a puppet being pulled by Ansel.

In a corner of the Tower of Babel, all the assigned alchemy workshops were concentrated in one area to facilitate communication and mutual assistance among scholars. Ming Fuluo's alchemy workshop was in the most remote corner of this area. She rarely exchanged ideas with other scholars because no one had ever reached her level.

This is a very strange and even absurd thing. In this world where the supernatural dominates everything, a higher rank represents greater power, more outstanding vision, and richer knowledge. People like Ming Fuluo, who is at the third rank and has talents that surpass many fourth-rank or even fifth-rank warlocks, are so rare that they can be counted on one's fingers throughout history.

Of course, there are special reasons for this - after all, there are very few people who focus their research on universal and popular alchemical equipment. This kind of equipment does not have much demand for power and does not pursue "powerful" equipment in the traditional sense. Naturally, it only has higher requirements for conception and creative talent.

This is also why Ming Furo’s position in the Tower of Babel is so special, because in this regard, everything that has happened over the years is enough to prove that Ming Furo has absolute talent that surpasses everyone in the Tower of Babel.

After Ming Furo handed over various types of customized data systems to the "customers" that Babel Tower had negotiated with during this period, these customers, without exception, conducted in-depth research on this thing. Some of them were top warlocks themselves, and some had many talented subordinates. But no matter who they were, they found that the data system itself was not the problem. The problem was that the foundation for building it... was a set of independent logic that was completely independent of the existing spell system and completely unknown!

In other words, unless you master this independent logic, no one can reverse engineer the data system.

Some people have already tried to understand and analyze this independent logic from scratch. After all, the power of a fifth-level warlock is unquestionable. Perhaps sooner or later he will be able to analyze it. However, by that time... no one knows to what extent Ming Furo can upgrade her data system.

Even Ansel didn't think that Ming Furo could really make this thing - he didn't even provide a specific way of creation, but only gave an illusory idea, an idea that could be considered inexplicable.

This is the talent that even fate recognizes and is willing to bet on.

But at this moment, the puppet lady who possessed such talent was stiff all over and was brought to an alchemy workshop by Anser.

"First stop." Anser said softly, "Ms. Ronggel, who has always cared for you and protected you, please don't be discovered, otherwise... I can only explain it in my own way."

The young Hydra blinked, bent down and whispered in Ming Fuluo's ear:

"My...good daughter."

Ming Fuluo's body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously grasped Ansel's hand tightly.

I was discovered... How should I explain it? How would Anser explain it? How should I face Ms. Ronggel?

All these thoughts froze as the door of the alchemy workshop slowly opened.

"I didn't expect you to have time to come, Lord Anser. I'm really sorry that I couldn't greet you the first time..."

Ronggel, who was originally busy, came forward directly. After the Aether Court incident, the top leaders of the Tower of Babel would try their best to lower their posture and remain humble when facing Anser.

"It's nothing. It's just too sudden for me to disturb you." Ansher responded. At the same time, he saw Ronggel's slightly confused gaze fall on the petite doll lady beside him, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, let me introduce you to Ms. Ronger. She is Helen, my...daughter."

"..."

Rong Geer was obviously confused by this sentence. She couldn't say a word for three or four seconds. After about five or six seconds, she came to her senses and suddenly realized:

"This is the alchemical doll you...made, right?"

Anser smiled without saying anything, which Ronggel naturally took as his agreement.

This tacit understanding made the latter breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had stopped due to fright, started beating faster again.

It's not strange for a creator to regard his creation as a different kind of "offspring". If this is a doll created by Anser, then it's normal to call her a daughter, but...

Is she really... an alchemical doll?

The face covered by the black veil was clearly blurry, but Rong Geer had a vague sense of déjà vu.

"Do you want to touch it?" Ansher suddenly handed the hand that "Miss Helen" was holding to the dignified lady in front of him.

"……what?"