The villain's way to tame the protagonist

“——I don’t believe it.”

The woman suddenly smiled an wanton and arrogant smile, and the huge distorted space above her head was thrown straight downwards by her. Then, her figure instantly disappeared in the ocean.

An hour later, the three prosperous port cities in Donggang that were closest to the Lost Sea were simultaneously attacked brutally by the sea creatures. The three grand dukes stationed in Donggang took action at the same time to suppress the attack, but it still caused huge losses.

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess, who had just returned to the imperial capital, would not know this, or even if she knew, she would not care.

In the brightly lit hall, Ivora, who had returned to his throne from the Lost Sea in an instant, held his chin with one hand, looked at the maid below, and said expressionlessly:

"Just now you said, what did Su Silun want to do?"

"She contacted the Tower of Babel and the Ether Institute, intending to trade with the Tower of Babel for a... highly malleable data system, which the Ether Institute would then transform and use in the training of extraordinary people."

A cluster of flames ignited in Ivora's eyes. She laughed softly at first, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha...hahahahaha! Susilun, Susilun, should I say that you are very courageous or stupid?"

Ivora fought against Efesand with the intention of ruling the empire. Although she would care less and less about the empire as time went by, at least for now, she really wanted to carry out a normal "rule".

Ivora's blood boils every time he thinks of his subjects who obey his orders, his nobles who are loyal to him, his people who love him, and a land that needs to be conquered.

This is one of the greatest significances of the empire's existence, anchoring the humanity of Feasting Flame with mankind's most irresistible desire for supreme power.

Of course, when she says she cares, Ivora may not really care about the people of the empire. The only things she cares about at this stage are the extraordinary people. Therefore, it is natural that in the process of confronting Efesand, she is constantly conquering extraordinary people who completely obey her orders and expanding her own power and base.

And Su Silun's actions... undoubtedly mean that she wants to get involved in this area.

Her attempt to share the cake with him made Ivora more happy than unhappy, because it was so funny, just like watching a three-year-old child waving a wooden sword in front of him and shouting that he wanted to rob.

However, after laughing, her expression gradually turned cold.

After all, that annoying little bastard has the support of that old immortal thing, so no one can say how far he can go.

Of course, the most important thing is... Su Silun's repeated provocations and offenses.

"Do you think I'm really afraid of that old guy?"

The blazing breath escaping from between his teeth instantly raised the temperature of the hall. With a faint flame burning in his eyes, Ivora sneered and said, "It seems that I have to make you hurt this time. Should I burn your face or strip you naked and throw you in the square..."

As she thought about this, that harmless and handsome face suddenly appeared in her mind.

[I don't believe you don't want to take revenge on your sister who has overstepped the boundaries]

"Anser..."

The coldness on the woman's face faded slightly, and she became thoughtful.

If it was him... not only would he be able to make Su Silun pay the price, but he would also be able to prevent that old man from getting any evidence. But the price would be that he would use me in a way that I wouldn't even notice...

"Humph."

Ivora suddenly snorted, but it didn't sound cold or violent, but rather he seemed very happy.

"It's not bad to give you a little sweetness once in a while... I'll take advantage of you. Who knows, I might even be able to find your weakness."

When he thought of this, Ivora's mood instantly became cheerful.

As for what Anser's plan was, how to implement it, what the possibility of success was, and what role he would play in it... Ivora didn't consider it at all and didn't worry about such things.

Because the only male she recognizes in this world will never let her down.

*

Back in the Tower of Babel, Ming Furo confirmed with Ansher again regarding matters concerning the game.

"So, neither you nor I...will be responsible for interfering with the operation of this game?"

"Of course." Anser smiled, "If Helen...well, now it's Ming Fuluo, if Ming Fuluo wants to try to handle the arrangements yourself, I don't mind."

"No, I won't interfere... in things I have no power over."

Ming Fuluo replied calmly: "Managing and arranging a territory city is too far away for me."

Ming Fuluo knew that intervening in any completely unknown field would only bring disaster. She had absolutely no idea how to maintain and operate a territory, so how could she be so stupid as to intervene?

She was worried that Anser was going to force the operation of the city on her, so she had this problem. She was even a little surprised that Anser thought she would want to interfere.

Is there really anyone who would be so stupid as to get involved in a field he knows nothing about just because he thinks he knows it?

"Then... the victory or defeat is determined based on the development of the two cities."

Ming Fuluo still maintained her caution: "So, I need to choose my side?"

Her cautious look made Anser laugh: "We are just playing a game, Miss Ming Fuluo, do I look like someone who cares about winning or losing and has to set rewards and punishments?"

The young Hydra said leisurely: "It doesn't matter if you choose a side or not, just watching the development. The key is these two cities. The key is what they will become in the end. Winning or losing is their business."

There is no need to arrange and regulate by yourself, no need to pre-set your position, and there is no punishment...

Ming Furo was extremely cautious in checking any place in the game where Anser might have set up a foreshadowing. She firmly believed that Anser would not bring up this matter just to play a game, just like... in that "father-daughter game", he brought her a series of huge shocks in less than half a day.

When she thought of this, Ming Fuluo immediately stopped thinking.

The nightmare that had been lodged in the depths of her soul would still suddenly swing down its sickle at any time and any place.

What are you chasing after?

The biting coldness spread from Ming Fuluo's soul to her body. She trembled slightly and forced herself to suppress the thought again.

This game... Anser may have laid some other foreshadowing, but judging from the rules, it will not do any harm to the two territorial cities and civilians.

The alchemical equipment and props provided will not be looted by the extraordinary people. The autonomy is in the hands of the common people. I don't need to be forced to make arrangements, and I don't need to bet on any side...

No, problem.

Ming Fuluo let out a breath and nodded.

"Okay, I have no questions, Father... Lord Anser."

If we have Anser's guarantee, this time might become a good pilot.

Ming Furo's denial of Ronggel and other Erion students was not a denial of their behavior, but a denial of their motives - if the ultimate goal was only to study some scattered alchemical instruments, then nothing would be changed.

What the empire needs is change, huge change.

Without this kind of determination, it would be impossible, it would be weak, it would be...

[…It’s all illusion! ]

"!"

Ming Fuluo's body shook violently and she almost fell backwards. Her usually indifferent face actually showed a hint of...fear?

Just now, what was that just now?

The voice...is a real voice, is it...Ansher's voice?

At that moment, the shadow of that young face even appeared in front of her eyes. The frightened Ming Furo could not recognize it clearly, but in the fleeting glance, the anger on that face... was so vivid.

Is it...memory?

"Ming Fuluo, what's wrong?"

A concerned voice sounded in Ming Fuluo's ears, allowing her to temporarily pull herself away from her chaotic thoughts.

The young Hydra raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that you saw something very scary. How... did the missing memory you mentioned come back?"

His tone was very casual, as if it had nothing to do with him and he didn't care.

“…Some.”

Ming Fuluo covered her forehead and whispered with a complicated expression: "I see you, angry."

"Oh, that's when I break up with you."

Anser still had a nonchalant tone:

"After all, I was only angry with you at that time."

"..." Ming Fuluo didn't say anything and couldn't respond to this sentence.

Anser's sacrifice, the lost truth...all these made it difficult for her to feel completely opposed to Anser.

"So, regarding the assistance provided to these two cities..."

Anser did not continue to embarrass Ming Fuluo on that topic, and instead asked, "What do you want to provide them with? There should be quite a few convenient alchemical devices in the Tower of Babel that were not successfully promoted, right?"

Ming Fuluo's mind flashed back to what Ansel had said to her.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation...

Ming Fuluo really wanted to try to use supernatural powers to transform everything, but she was also very clear that the more things were mixed in, the more complicated the situation would become and the more difficult it would be to control.

She still kept in mind that Anser must have been fully prepared for this game.

Even if that were not the case, if he threw too many alchemical instruments into these two territorial cities all at once, and in the end, the unpredictable loss of control led to worse consequences... then the gains would be counterproductive.

Yes, Ansher is giving you a chance, which may also be forcing you to fall into a deeper abyss, Ming Furo.

Once these two territories collapsed because of her own fault, especially because of those new alchemical instruments that were supposed to bring about change... Ming Furo didn't dare to imagine what she would become at that time.

Therefore, this risk must be avoided, and it is best to... only temporarily deploy one type of alchemical props to ensure controllability and stability.

The petite female scholar thought calmly.

If there is only one kind, it should be what the civilians need the most, the most...

Sure enough, it can only be food.

"Regarding the soil strengthening agent..." Ming Fuluo responded, "I can go ask Hendrick. If it is almost completed, I hope to put it into the two territorial cities after confirming its effect."

"Only this?" Ansher smiled, seemingly not surprised by Ming Furo's choice.

"only this."

"Okay, so be it."

Anser nodded briskly, seemingly not planning to do anything else, and prepared to leave: "Let me know when you are ready. I am looking forward to this game."

The smile on his face made Ming Fuluo feel even more uneasy.

What on earth was Anser thinking? What on earth was he going to do? What could he gain from this game?

Junggar, that man, they...

When she thought of this, Ming Fuluo's heart suddenly trembled.

And that thing, what happened between that man and grandpa?

Why, why did he say that with a victim's tone? Why did he, who stole his grandfather's achievements and gained wealth and glory in the Ether Academy, end up like this?

Anser said...he would help me, why didn't he mention this matter at all?

At the same time, she also ignored, or rather... could ignore, the things that connected all the impacts that the three sites in the father-daughter game had on her.

——Could the [pursuit of nothingness] that Anser mentioned... also be related to his grandfather?

The weakness of Ronger and others, Leiden's predicament, and her own chaos... these three points are inextricably linked to Erion, or rather Erion's death.

Answer……

Must know the answer.

Ming Furo, who stood on Ansher's side at the time and was forced to give up the clues about Erion's death from Susilen, rekindled her desire to pursue the truth, even... even stronger than before.

"...Sir Anser."

Ming Fuluo called Anser who was about to leave. She opened her mouth, but finally made up her mind and said in a deep voice: "I have asked you before... about, about the matter between that man and my grandfather."

"Well, what's wrong?" Ansher tilted his head slightly and looked at her curiously.

"I want to know...what price I should pay for this."

Anser looked at her for a long time, and finally smiled happily:

"Let's not talk about the cost for now, because it seems... you want something more, don't you?"

"……Yes."

Ming Fuluo lowered her head and made her cold and distant voice as humble as possible: "I want to know the truth about my grandfather's death."

The smile on the young Hydra's face became even wider: "You thought before that you couldn't afford such a price and would rather cooperate with Su Silun than come to me, right?"

"Now, have you figured it out?"