The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"My wonderful daughter."

Anser smiled with his lips curled up and said, "A remarkable girl."

Although he was a little confused, since Ansel said so, Rong Geer certainly would not be stupid enough to refuse, so he reached out and shook Miss Helen's hand.

The moment his fingertips touched each other, Rong Geer felt that Miss Helen's hand instinctively retracted.

...Are you afraid of strangers? A puppet with a personality? Yes, a man like Lord Anser never lacks simple tools, and a puppet with a personality should be more valuable to him.

Rong Geer still held Miss Helen's hand. The lace gloves made it impossible for her to distinguish the touch of her skin, but the feedback from her flexible and soft fingers and the delicate and exquisite palm shocked Rong Geer.

Making puppets is an extremely delicate job. For a civilian organization like the Tower of Babel, um... it cannot afford and has no need to employ a top puppet master. They don't need this place, otherwise Ming Furo wouldn't have to make puppets herself.

But Rong Geer came from a noble family, and her vision far exceeded that of most members of the Tower of Babel. But even so, she could be sure... judging from the body alone, she had never seen a puppet with a higher degree of realism than this puppet.

It's simply... real life.

"It's really...remarkable craftsmanship."

The scholar's curiosity suddenly surged, and Rong Geer subconsciously stretched out his hands to hold Ming Fuluo's hands, feeling this hand carefully, but the more he felt... the more he felt that something was wrong.

This hand shape, how... how come it is so similar to Ming Furo’s?

The shock and confusion on Rong Geer's face became more and more intense. While gently holding "Miss Helen's" hand, she stared at the black veil for a while, and her thoughts became increasingly confused.

"Ansel... Your Excellency." She asked softly, "Would you allow me to...check on Miss Helen's situation?"

"Of course." Anser smiled even more happily, "But you'd better restrain yourself. This child is very shy."

Rong Geer nodded and very cautiously cast only the minimum detection spell on the arm.

The next moment, Miss Helen pulled her hand out of Rong Geer's.

The lady stared blankly at the petite doll that took a step back in front of her, and heard the other party say in a... somewhat deliberate, as if deliberately childish voice:

"I don't want to be probed...Father."

"Why, do you hate Ms. Rongger?" Ansher said.

"No, it's just that I...I'm sorry, father."

Listening to the little girl apologizing to Anser in such a soft voice, Rong Geer felt distressed for no reason and quickly spoke up for her: "Sir Anser, I didn't--"

Halfway through her words, Rong Geer realized that she was the person least qualified to speak freely here.

"Are you so shy, Helen?" Ansel sighed, then turned his head and extended his hand with a smile in his eyes.

Miss Helen, who was "shy", could only hold Anther's hand immediately, and in order to cover up her mistake, she moved closer to Anther.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ronger." Anser turned back and said to Ronger, "This child is not mentally sound yet."

"..." The mentally ill Miss Doll said nothing.

"A puppet... especially a personified puppet, is understandable." Rong Geer nodded. "To be able to do it like this, in my opinion, is already... very terrifying. Lord Anser, you are worthy of it."

"No, no, no, it's more my father's credit." Anser smiled like this, which was regarded as humble words by Rongger and as a lie to increase credibility by Ming Fuluo.

Her heartbeat was still unstable. The moment she was almost detected by Rong Geer's magic, she felt such a shock... In front of the very few elders in the world with whom she had a close relationship, being treated as a doll and introduced as a "daughter" by another person made Ming Fuluo's throat a little dry and a little... burning.

"Ah! Please sit down for a moment."

Rong Geer, who had been standing and chatting with Anser, only reacted now, but Anser shook his head: "No need, Ms. Rong Geer, I just came to chat with you briefly, no need to be so polite. Let me think...what direction have you been developing recently?"

Seeing that Anser was indeed not being polite, the innocent female scholar said nothing more and replied, "You know, I don't have much talent in alchemy. Recently, I have been doing simple teaching work. Occasionally...just now, I was responsible for providing some help to the alchemy department to the best of my ability."

She pointed to the scattered parts on the processing table and said, "I will be responsible for strengthening the alchemical furnace. If there are any other special needs, I will also modify it as much as possible."

"That is... logistics."

Anser nodded in understanding, and then asked with great interest, "Ms. Ronggel was well-known in the field of warlocks in the imperial capital for her radical style in the early years. I remember that more than 20 years ago, you were expelled from the Ether Academy because you had a direct conflict with a senior lecturer in a class."

The mature lady tucked her hair and smiled helplessly, looking a little embarrassed: "That was a long time ago... At that time, I had been the teacher's student for a while, so I couldn't stand the style of the Ether Academy. It was only a matter of time before I was expelled from that place."

"Mr. Erion..." The young Hydra sighed, "Once when I was talking to my father about the outstanding figures in the field of alchemy in the empire, he also said that if Mr. Erion had not died, he would have achieved something."

This sentence made the two people present unable to control their emotions. Ming Fuluo tightly grasped Anser's hand, while Rong Geer was even more obvious, and his voice trembled a little, "Mr. Flamel...did you really say that?"

"Of course." Anser said calmly, "I think his ability should be obvious to everyone."

"……yes."

After the excitement, there was a kind of silence and depression. Rong Geer's expression was a little gloomy: "The teacher's ability, his ability..."

For some reason, the lady's eyes seemed to become somewhat painful.

"Speaking of which, most people believe that Mr. Erion's cause of death was due to his pursuit of... transcendental universalization." Anser narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to ask in a natural tone that would not arouse suspicion, "Ms. Ronggel, what do you think about this?"

Rong Geer was stunned. She glanced at Miss Helen who kept her head down and said nothing. After a moment of silence, she replied in a low voice: "My opinion... From my point of view, of course I support the teacher, but..."

"only?"

The evil devil raised his eyebrows at this, and his "daughter" froze at the mention of these two words.

"It's just... Lord Anser, you should be able to understand."

Rong Geer sighed: "Hendrick, I and the remaining students have discussed this before. At the last minute, the teacher's choice was... too radical."

"Leap? Do you mean, taking a big step?"

"That's about what I mean." The lady smiled bitterly, "We followed the teacher in the beginning because he showed us broader possibilities - breaking through the magic system of the Ether Academy that has lasted for nearly a year, with infinite possibilities. No warlock can refuse this, which is why the teacher had so many students and followers when he was at the peak."

"As time went by, the teacher gradually shifted his focus from 'the more possibilities of transcendence' to 'the more possibilities that transcendence brings to the world'."

Anser nodded slightly: "That is the process from self-interest to altruism."

"Yes, the teacher is an amazing person. None of us can reach his level."

Rong Geer's tone was a little lost: "Therefore, many people chose to leave the teacher, and with the idea, that is... the 'universalization of the extraordinary' you just mentioned, a large number of people chose to leave, leaving only a few of us."

"So, Ms. Ronger, you should understand Mr. Erlien's philosophy. Why do you think his choice is too radical?"

"Because that..."

Rong Geer hesitated for a long time, and finally said with great difficulty:

"That...is not realistic. Or, it's impossible."

Anser could feel the blunt nails digging into his palms.

But he just asked in surprise: "Impossible? Is that what Ms. Rong Geer thinks?"

"Because this is... indeed impossible." Rong Geer shook his head. "If you can't drive the ether, you can't use alchemical artifacts. Creating alchemical artifacts that ordinary people can use means that you have a method that allows ordinary people to drive the ether for a short period of time."

"This is not a problem related to the alchemy field at all. This is a matter that has overturned the entire... the entire world."

"This kind of thing...even a teacher can't do it."

"Well... we do have a way to turn ordinary people into extraordinary people, but it is really incredible to allow all ordinary people to have the ability to drive ether." Anser answered Ronggel.

"Yes." Rong Geer lowered his eyes, looking a little tired, and it seemed that he was unwilling to recall that dark past.

"But this lady is still insisting on this matter, right?"

It was not Ansel who was speaking, but his daughter, Miss Helen.

She controlled her tone very well, and did not let anyone detect the subtle desire to get the answer she expected.

Rong Geer was slightly startled. She didn't know why this shy puppet suddenly asked this question, but she answered subconsciously: "After all, this is the teacher's last wish. We do yearn for the scene he described, that world full of possibilities."

"But you don't believe it will come?" Ansher put his hand on his daughter's head and said with a low laugh.

"...Yes, it's very ugly, Lord Anser."

Although he said this, Rong Geer felt somewhat relieved: "Many departments of Babel Tower are working towards this direction, but in fact none of us... believes that the future will come. In fact, many current Babel Tower members don't particularly care about this concept."

"If we continue to pursue our teacher's goal of changing the world as our slogan, we simply won't be able to recruit people and grow to where we are now. So the main purpose is more about 'opening up new boundaries between ether and the extraordinary'."

Anser said considerately and gently, "It is not weakness to recognize the reality, Ms. Ronger."

"Weak? Maybe." Rong Geer smiled helplessly, "Maybe, I feel more ashamed towards my teacher, and also ashamed towards... Ming Fuluo."

"Ming Fuluo?"

"You should know her. She is different from all of us. She sticks to her teacher's belief and is willing to give everything for it."

Rong Geer said this with a look of pride and shame: "So many things she created were truly created with the idea of ​​changing the world. Most people in the Tower of Babel, or should I say everyone, cannot create the same things as her... She is an amazing child."

"She has also paid too much for this." The woman lowered her eyes, the guilt in her words was extremely clear, "If she knew that she was the only one in the Tower of Babel who firmly believed in the existence of that future, she would definitely be... very sad."

How could there be so many geniuses in this world whose vision is beyond their time and who are no different from crazy people?

Jungel, Hendrick, and the last few scholars who followed Erion and built the Tower of Babel, although they yearned for the era described by Erion, their abilities, vision, and thinking destined them to... be unable to believe that it could really be realized.

Rather, it can be said that under such circumstances, they were still able to build the Tower of Babel carrying Erion's last wish amidst numerous hardships and work hard for popular alchemical equipment. They were already a group of remarkable idealists.

“So, will the future direction of Babel change?”

Anser asked this question as it should.

"Of course." Rong Geer nodded. "We must not cause you any trouble, and we must ensure the operation of the Tower of Babel... Hendrick should be able to give you a more precise answer on this point, Lord Anser. My words may be a little vague, but it's basically... trying to create alchemical equipment with a wider range of applications while cultivating theoretical and creative talents."

Young Hydra thought for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction:

"It seems that Babel's plan is indeed much more reasonable. Mr. Erlien's idea is indeed a bit... too much."

"Did you say so, daughter?"

He seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that his palm was being tightly pinched, and said leisurely:

“But like this.” Miss Doll Helen’s tone was somewhat empty, more like a doll. “The control is still in the hands of the extraordinary. Nothing has changed.”

This society will only progress a tiny bit forward, and then once again sink into a pool of stagnant water - the alchemical equipment created will only become a tool for the extraordinary to further dominate the mortals. Ming Furo knows this better than anyone else.

Because she had seen too many times that the alchemical instruments she created were blocked and strangled because they violated the interests of more extraordinary people, or she was forced to reach a deal with the "big guys" and become a tool in their hands.

And in the end... do those things help the people they are supposed to help?

Ming Fuluo didn’t know, she only knew that if she continued like this, she would not be able to see the future she wanted to see.

In her eyes, this is just a way of transition, to inject vitality into this world and this society, so that it can better adapt to the preparations for the coming changes.

She never thought that what she saw as a transition was actually the end point in the eyes of this organization that inherited her grandfather's last wish.

She never thought that everyone, except herself, did not believe that the future described by her grandfather could be realized.

"…But this is more reasonable. After all, ordinary people can't—"

"Why is it impossible?" The puppet's voice rose slightly. "As a creator, you should solve impossible things. Why do you bow to the so-called impossible?"

Rong Geer was stunned, and Ansher put his hand on Miss Helen's shoulder and said gently, "Be polite, Helen."

"..."

The lips beneath the veil moved slightly, and the emotions became more and more intense, and the words became more and more obvious, and finally turned into a short response.

"I'm so sorry, father. I'm so sorry, Ms. Ronger…."

"No, I..."

The strange feeling in my heart became more and more obvious, and that petite image was overlapping with the dark girl in front of me.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ronger." Anser smiled, "It seems that her father's self-confidence has affected her. I think you can understand."

"...After seeing Mr. Flamel's abilities, I do have the idea that alchemists are omnipotent."

Rong Geerqiang smiled and said, "I'm not really angry. Please don't mind it, Lord Anser. Your...daughter is very smart and lively."

"Haha, I think so too."

Anser caressed his daughter affectionately and said, "Helen, be polite and tell me what you think of Mr. Erion and the current Tower of Babel."

"According to what we discussed before, Mr. Erlien's philosophy."

Miss Doll lowered her head, and it seemed that it was no longer difficult for her to maintain her indifferent tone.

"The current choice of the Tower of Babel is only a transitional means, not the final destination."

"Hmm..." Anser tilted his head slightly, "So you still think that someone can do this impossible thing."

Rong Geer on the side could only smile bitterly.

"Yes."

Mingflora Zeger, an idealist who would never die, turned her gaze away from her grandfather's old disciples, her few close elders.

"I believe such people exist. I believe there are people who share the same philosophy as Mr. Erlien."