The villain's way to tame the protagonist

What's more, without sufficient preparation, destroying a person's beliefs and personality with a simple conversation... Anser would never have such a funny fantasy.

The young Hydra gently stroked the delicate little hand, and suddenly a whistle appeared in the other hand. He put the whistle to his mouth and blew it gently. The sound was nothing special, but Ming Furo vaguely sensed some kind of specific ether fluctuation from the whistle.

"This small city's teleportation array definitely can't reach Linghu Territory directly."

As if he had completely thrown the previous topic aside, Anser smiled and blinked: "Have you ever experienced the feeling of flying, Helen?"

"……what?"

Ming Fuluo, who was a little dazed, had just finished speaking when the veil on her face trembled slightly. After only one or two seconds, it fluttered up.

The clothes on her body kept shaking, and her untied long hair also fluttered, because... there was a strong wind blowing from the sky!

Amid the screams of passers-by, the violent hurricane swept up everything on the ground like a huge wave. Ming Furo subconsciously raised her head and saw a dark shadow blocking the sun. The source of the hurricane was swooping down at a high speed.

call--!

When it landed, the endless gale subsided instantly, and no matter how fierce and violent the flowing breath was, it seemed to be under its control.

This is a giant falcon that can block out the sun with its wings spread out!

"Long time no see, Peregrine."

Anser reached out and touched its huge head: "Are you still busy with that matter? You haven't even come to the imperial capital."

"Yes, the Peregrine Falcon is still looking for what the master needs."

The huge falcon did not speak, but its voice was carried into the ears of Anser and Ming Fuluo along with the flowing breath: "It would be too rude to leave just to see you. The peregrine falcon will continue to carry out the master's orders."

"You have a mission to accomplish, so there's no need to force it." Anser smiled, "I would like to trouble you to give us a ride. I need to go back to the territory. To be more precise, I want to go back to the newly merged Lingquan Territory."

"I understand, young master."

The peregrine falcon lowered its head obediently, crouched down, and let Anser climb onto its body, but Ming Furo looked into its noble holy blue eyes the moment it lowered its head.

In just a moment... or even shorter than that, Ming Fuluo knew that everything about her was seen through.

Because looking at his own existence, the overlooker soaring in the sky, the spiritual beast that sees through everything, the unrestrained blue gale, the head of the wind of Flamel.

The outside world calls it "Lotkabel", which means peeping bird, but the Hydra family and other Khitan capitals call it by the simpler name of Peregrine Falcon.

"Little Lord."

Strangely, the ethereal voice sounded again, and the head of the contemporary style who could easily see through Ming Fuluo at a glance actually asked: "Can you allow me to look at the girl next to you again."

Anser smiled and said, "It's okay, Helen won't mind, right, my daughter?"

"..."

Both Ming Fuluo and Peregrine Falcon were silent. After about two or three seconds, the latter said in confusion, "Is this... a romance between you and her?"

Anser, who had already sat on the peregrine falcon's back, extended his hand to Ming Fuluo and said with a smile, "Your understanding is not wrong."

Ming Fuluo was pulled onto the peregrine falcon's back without saying a word, and at the same time, Ansel pulled her into his arms very naturally and sat her down. The peregrine falcon spread its wings and answered softly:

"I understand, young lady, please sit tight."

This name made Anser burst into laughter: "Little Miss... Peregrine Falcon, where did you learn that?"

"Lawrence and Peregrine once discussed your offspring. Although we don't think we can live to that age, it doesn't stop us from having some interesting fantasies."

In just a moment, Ming Fuluo's eyes blurred, and the originally barren street in front of her suddenly turned into a clear blue sky.

But she felt everything, let alone the rapidly rising gale... She didn't even have a sense of rising, nor did she have any sense of spatial teleportation.

"Well... you guys are indeed much happier than Torado and the others."

"Haha, even if we gain wisdom, it is difficult to reach the level of you and the master. For us, it is enough to meet some basic needs - do you need the Peregrine Falcon to deliver you as soon as possible, young master?" The Peregrine Falcon replied softly.

"Don't worry, I still want to ask you something."

Anser stroked Ming Fuluo's hair and said, "Did you find what your father asked you to find?"

"It's almost there." Peregrine Falcon said, "Although the unstable Zero Point Maze is difficult to spy on, it can't escape my eyes. I can see its flowing aura. It won't take too long to deliver it to the master."

Its voice became somewhat excited and joyful, as if this mission was of great significance to the peregrine falcon.

Anser also said in a gentle voice: "You have been looking for relevant materials since six years ago. Although I don't know what my father is making, you found everything. Thank you for your hard work."

"This is the peregrine falcon's duty and the reason why the peregrine falcon flies, young master."

The ethereal voice of the Peregrine Falcon makes people feel relaxed: "The Peregrine Falcon feels very happy to contribute its strength to its master and you."

That natural loyalty and attachment that seemed to penetrate into the soul made Ming Furo in Ansel's arms speechless.

This is... Hydra's chief.

Just by contributing your strength, you can feel happy about it.

This feeling of giving up on oneself...is it really good?

Ming Fuluo actually rarely, or should I say almost never, cares about the path chosen by others, but this time she inexplicably had this idea.

"Speaking of which, your 'daughter'." Peregrine Falcon suddenly mentioned her name, "She is very interesting."

"You think so too?" Ansher replied with a smile.

"You should see it from other aspects. What the peregrine falcon thinks is interesting is... only based on what the peregrine falcon sees."

This sentence made Ming Fuluo feel uneasy for a moment. She hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Without Anser's permission, the peregrine falcon certainly wouldn't say anything more, and Ming Fuluo didn't expect it to give any answer, but this falcon with an ethereal voice, not as fierce as its appearance, replied:

"It's not a problem, but it's interesting. The interesting thing is... you and the young master do have a close relationship."

Then, it said something quite puzzling: "Young Master seldom asks Master for help. The more difficult and complicated the matter, the less willing he is to ask Master for help."

"Peregrine Falcon." Ansher raised his eyebrows slightly, indicating that it should stop talking.

"It was the Peregrine Falcon that overstepped its bounds, young master."

The falcon soaring in the sky answered in a gentle voice, but the conversation between this man and the falcon seemed like a double act no matter how you looked at it.

Normally, Ming Fuluo would not be shaken by such simple singing of the same tune, but today, so many things happened in such a short time that her confused mind could not analyze them at all.

Anser was deliberately disturbing me? No... He knew I would think so, so he deliberately told the truth? If so, then what does his seeking help from Flamel have to do with me?

Ming Furo tried her best to think, using thinking to avoid the question. When Ansher did not force her to face the horror of nothingness, at the beginning, before this horror completely penetrated into her thinking, Ming Furo would of course subconsciously choose to avoid it.

Ansel was very kind and gave her room to escape, and was even considerate enough to give her new questions to think about.

"Lingquan Territory, we are here, young master, where are you going?"

"Let's find a poorer city." Anser replied. "Robier and his people have only been here for a short time, and they are in the process of rebuilding. Be more secretive, and don't land directly on the street like you did just now."

"Okay, Peregrine gets it."

The peregrine falcon swooped down with Ming Fuluo and Ansher. Its huge body was wrapped in the air flow. Pedestrians on the street were still walking on the street, and no one noticed that a terrifying huge falcon had landed on a building.

"Little Lord."

The Peregrine Falcon lowered its head and whispered to Anser: "If you need anything from the Peregrine Falcon, please blow the whistle at any time and the Peregrine Falcon will come to you as soon as possible."

Anser patted its head and said, "Go and do what you should do."

The unrestrained wind hummed softly, then rushed into the sky, disappearing in an instant.

Young Hydra looked down at the street and said with emotion:

"It wasn't long since Lingquan Territory was incorporated into Hydra's territory. Some people have flocked to other territories, while others... under the leadership of Robbie, plan to start from scratch and build their own city."

"With my support, it won't be difficult to build a new city. It's just that he doesn't want to accept too much help. He hopes to build their city with the strength of himself and the original people of Lingquan Territory."

He nodded slightly. "So, after some of the territorial cities were built, I temporarily stopped providing assistance. Their conditions, um... are slightly better than the city just now, but there is only a small difference."

Ming Fuluo's gaze also fell on the street below. The scene was indeed not much different from what she had seen in the territory city just now. If that place was a bit barren, then this place was quite simple, and also not rich enough, and very poor.

But everyone on the street seemed to have unparalleled energy and vigor, which was incomparable to that of the territory city.

And in Ming Fuluo's mind, the lingering nightmare began to chuckle eerily again.

If with the help of alchemical equipment, would the people in this city be able to live a better life soon?

Why hadn't I ever thought about it more carefully? Why was it Anser who was telling me?

Why……

"I told you we were going to play a game, right?"

When Ming Furo's body began to tremble slightly, Anser suddenly spoke and helped her to get out of the void again... Ming Furo had no idea what Anser was going to do.

"……Yes."

She could only respond tiredly and weakly, allowing Ansher to manipulate her like a real doll.

"Look, Watson Territory and Lingquan Territory, these two territories have a close relationship... Each of them has a city with a similar current situation."

Anser said in a gentle voice: "Our Emperor gave me inspiration. I want to make them participants again. Ah, don't worry, I won't use such rough means as your Majesty, and I am not interested in watching people killing each other."

"On the contrary... I want to give them a great opportunity."

He held Ming Fuluo's hand, raised it and pointed downwards: "Look, there are so many places here... so many places that can be transformed and improved with practical alchemical tools. The same is true for the territory."

"It's better than..."

The devil whispered in the doll's ear a temptation that she could not refuse:

"Start from here, from these two cities."

"How about I help you realize your wish?"

Ming Fuluo's pupils contracted slightly, and after a brief buzzing in her ears, she first heard the violent beating of her heart.

Anser, what did he just say?

"Don't worry about extraordinary people intervening and using those equipment and props."

"I will ensure that it is used on every civilian. I will ensure that civilians have autonomy. I will ensure that... everything goes according to their wishes."

The young Hydra was so compassionate and kind... and spoke such generous words that almost brought tears to one's eyes.

"As for the outcome of the game, it's very simple. It depends on which of the two sides, who started from almost the same point, can develop better."

"No harm, no pain, only the changes you expect, the future you expect."

Anser held her cheek, and the innocent smile on his face became brighter:

"Dear daughter, will you play this game with me?"

Chapter 64: The Completed Stage (⑦K)

On the endless blue ocean, Ivora, wearing a luxurious flame-colored dress, crossed her arms across her chest and looked down expressionlessly.

"Lost Sea..."

She whispered softly, "Will you be the key to that damned old woman's final struggle?"

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm sea surface, and beneath the clear blue water, a strange and huge black shadow slowly swam, like a giant mouth from the abyss, swallowing the pure and clear world into its belly, bringing only the deepest dark terror.

"Heh... You're an idiot and trash who was burned so hard that he dared not set foot on land and could only rely on parasitism to gain strength. You dare to threaten me?"

On that bright and beautiful face, a violent smile appeared that was completely inconsistent with her appearance. Even the words she uttered were full of fervor that could burn everything:

"Come."

Ivola put one hand behind her back and pointed the other to the sky, looking down at the black shadow below with contempt and arrogance. The space above her head began to twist and deform wildly, and at the edge of the twisted space, the blood flame symbolizing the pure power of the Feasting Flame was burning fiercely. It seemed as if she had used the fire of the Feasting Flame to "carve out" an unstable independent space in this world!

Space is a factor that provides great help to extraordinary people. Whether it is the significant teleportation array or the storage space that no extraordinary person can do without, the convenience it brings to extraordinary people is recognized by everyone.

Due to the pressure from the emperor, the extraordinary people would not develop lethal spells or abilities to the death. For highly functional elements like space, sorcerers naturally have little research on its application in destruction.

But this does not mean that the destruction it brings is not terrible.

The collapse of unstable space can be described in one word - annihilation.

Ivora, who was violent by nature, was adept at making this simple little bomb. After receiving the warning from the Ming Caller, she did not hesitate to retaliate and did not take the other party seriously at all.

She just sneered as she confronted the shadow under the sea, and she knew very well that the real big guy was still at the deepest part, but even if it dared to surface, Ivora had no fear.

But that huge shadow didn't seem to have any intention of backing down, and the ripples on the sea surface gradually began to turn into waves. Although the sky was clear and there was no wind or rain, the ocean that embraced everything was still raging under the control of the divine spirit.

Just when the two seemed to be about to have a terrifying collision that would terrify the world, Ivola suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked towards the west, in the direction of the imperial capital.

"…What do you mean, what is my slutty sister planning to do now?"

As she muttered to herself, her brows gradually furrowed. Then she glanced at the shadows swimming below and said unhappily, "You're lucky, bastard."