The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"What if, instead of the complete truth, it's just clues for me to track down on my own, like Susilen did?"

The humble doll lady lowered her eyes: "Well, can you..."

"Okay." Anser replied with a smile.

Ming Fuluo was stunned. She raised her head and met those intoxicating, bottomless sea-blue eyes.

He just... agreed to it?

In this matter, Anser could have tried every way to make things difficult for me and tease me, but why did he agree so easily?

"As for clues, I can't give you any now because I haven't investigated. But..."

Ansel, who had already walked a few steps out, suddenly turned around and walked towards Ming Furo.

He reached out and stroked the doll lady's delicate face, and said in a cheerful tone: "I can tell you the price first, and you can consider whether you can accept it."

"……Please say."

"When I call you Helen—"

Ansel leaned down slightly, his face almost touching Ming Furo's face, and both of them could feel each other's warm breath.

"You must call me father."

His teasing voice made Ming Fuluo's body stiffen slightly.

"Just..." Miss Doll asked hesitantly, "Is that all?"

"Helen."

"...Ah? I, I mean, father."

Ming Fuluo immediately responded subconsciously. Whenever she uttered these two words, a subtle, indescribable feeling surged in her heart.

What was stripped away, and...what was gained.

"Not bad." Anser smiled and patted Ming Fuluo's head. "Very good. Remember to always pay this price. I will give you the clue you want soon."

"Dear Helen."

"Thank you...Father."

Ming Fuluo lowered her head, looking a little dazed.

why.

Why is it that at this moment, the only person she can rely on seems to be this "father" who is just for "interest"?

*

As soon as he stepped into the door of the main house of Hydra Manor, Ansher saw Xitana running towards him with a vigilant look on her face and hugging his arm.

"Anse, Anse." The girl said angrily, "That woman occupied your bedroom and kicked me out!"

"Ivora?" Anser smiled and ruffled Xitana's short snow-white hair. "So? Did you fight with her, or did you just come out like this?"

"I...I can't beat her right now."

Xitana looked a little unhappy: "I feel like she will burn me into a barbecue in an instant. But...but sooner or later I will be able to fight her!"

Miss Wolf raised her head and said confidently, "I will never let this guy ride on Anser's head."

"I'm waiting for that day, Xier." The young Hydra pinched Xitana's cheek.

"Hey Hey……"

Even though she had heard this affectionate name countless times since her birthday, Xitana was still so happy that she twisted around like a cat. After giggling for a while, she coughed lightly and said, "Then I won't bother you, Anser. You...you go talk to her."

"You can come too."

"Well……"

Xitana seemed to be tempted, but finally shook her head with difficulty: "Forget it, she came to you suddenly, it must be something important... I'm afraid it won't be good for you, Anser. I'm going to practice first! Uncle Tyr will be my sparring partner today!"

In order to prevent herself from following Ansher, Hitana shouted as she ran away.

Anser couldn't help but shook his head and walked towards his bedroom calmly.

As soon as he opened the door, the huge white light blocked Anser's vision.

"Oh, you're back?"

Ivora, who was only wearing semi-transparent pajamas, yawned: "I just caught up on some sleep in your bed."

"It is not a good habit to occupy other people's bedrooms at will, Your Highness."

"Why, your puppy complained to you?"

The eldest princess crossed her arms over her chest, holding up her spindle-shaped, plump and soft breasts, and said with a seductive smile: "Did she tell you that she was so unhappy because when I suddenly appeared in your bedroom, I saw her taking your clothes--"

The tall woman put her index and middle fingers together and made a hooking motion.

"Father gave Your Highness access to your manor, not for you to spy on my privacy."

Anser ignored the bright scene in front of him and walked straight to the sofa in the bedroom: "If Your Highness does not restrain himself, I may consider revoking this authority."

"...You want to suppress me right from the start?"

Ivora was not angry, he just raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know why I'm here?"

"At this point in time, there is no other possibility, right?"

Anser smiled and poured himself a glass of wine: "What do you think?"

"Hmph... I really need you to fight that old man."

Ivora strode over to sit opposite Anser, took the bottle, lifted up his plump and astonishingly long white legs, and poured himself a glass of wine: "Su Silun plans to use the data system of your little doll to create a... heh, training system for the extraordinary? You have big ambitions, but not much brains."

"I have ten thousand ways to crush her delusion, but... after thinking it over, it is still most appropriate for you to take action."

The woman swung her wine glass, held her chin with one hand and looked at Anser: "What are you going to do in this situation?"

"What should I do?" Anser laughed. "Dear Prince Ivora, you also said that this is very simple. So first of all, I have to make sure of one thing, that is, what you want."

"Of course, I want to let my damned bitch sister know the consequences of going against me again and again." Ivora answered without hesitation, "At the same time, I can't give that old man any handle to make trouble."

"in short."

Anser took a sip of the crystal wine and said, "It means making Su Silun feel pain without being punished by His Majesty."

Ivora's eyes were bright, and he leaned forward slightly: "Yes... That's it, do you have any ideas?"

"Well, it's very simple."

"I knew you would never let me down, Anser."

The woman pursed her lips forward in pleasure, pretending to kiss him, leaving a circle of crystal marks on Anser's lips.

"So, what should I pay you and how should I do it?"

Ivora licked his lips in anticipation. "If Susilen's fate is bad enough, I don't mind paying her extra."

"Su Silun wants to use the data system, but in the final analysis, the data system has always been in the hands of Ming Fuluo."

Anser said leisurely: "In this regard, Ming Fuluo can decide a lot of things."

"You want Ming Fuluo to plot against Su Silun?" Ivora was a little surprised. "She doesn't seem like a fool who is willing to do such a thing."

"Even the smartest people have weaknesses." The devil smiled, "I told you that, didn't I?"

"...You mean her grandfather? But she refused before—"

"That was before."

Anser said meaningfully: "Now, it's different."

Ivora stared at Anser for a while, then snorted and laughed: "Although I don't know what you have done... but it seems that she has no chance of escaping. Humph, it doesn't matter. You are free to add a few dolls or puppies. Anyway, in the end, no one can be compared with me."

The eldest princess made this declaration with great confidence, drank the wine in one gulp, and said with a flushed face: "So, should I find a chance to get in touch with your little doll, or do something else?"

"Don't worry, Ivola."

The vicious snake swung its tail and said, "After a while, she and I will play an interesting game."

Suslen, Ivora, Babel, Ether Court, you, me—

The actors are in place, dear Ming Fuluo.

The truth you are seeking, the vision you are pursuing... I will give them to you one by one.

But whether you can take them or not is up to you.

Chapter 6: Helen Faust, Part (K)

"Soil strengthening agent?"

In the huge alchemy workshop, Hendrick, who was directing the planning of the production line, turned to look at Ming Fuluo with a little surprise: "It's almost done, just do some more stability tests... Ming Fuluo, do you want to try to promote that thing?"

The man hesitated a little: "Unless Lord Anser is willing to stand up for us, this thing will easily slip out of our control if it is pushed out into the open."

"Out of control" is already a euphemism enough. There are too many examples of Babel Tower's efforts in recent years that have been in vain. So much so that even now that they have Anther as their backer, Hendrick dare not be a little radical for fear of making another mistake.

"It doesn't matter." Ming Fuluo replied calmly, "Lord Anser will ensure that it can be used on the right people, and the extraordinary people will not interfere."

"Really!"

Hendrick's eyes suddenly brightened, and the slight fatigue on his face was swept away: "Sir Anser... are you willing to stand up for us?"

"But... they are just two territorial cities." Ming Fuluo's answer was a little vague.

Hendrick was slightly stunned by this, but he immediately reacted: "Is it a simple pilot? Yes, yes, it's not good to rush things."

The expression on the man's face changed from excitement to joy, and from joy to ecstasy. He did not say a word, but just clenched his fists, waved his arms up and down, paced back and forth, and his whole body was filled with a kind of hope that seemed to be reborn.

"Great...great!"

Hendrick could no longer restrain himself and waved his fist vigorously. The high tone of his voice even startled the other warlocks in the alchemy workshop. They looked at this hardworking leader who was busy running around on almost every production line in surprise, wondering why he was so happy that he could hardly control himself.

"Ming Fuluo... this is hope!"

The man who had been pursuing his mentor's legacy and persisting under tremendous pressure for fifteen years actually had a sparkling light in his eyes.

"This is the beginning of the changes we can bring to the empire!"

"..." Ming Furo looked at Hendrick, who was emotional, and didn't say anything.

She had learned from Ronggel that they had long since given up on achieving what Erion truly sought, in favor of something more easily achievable...progress?

In short, it was not the so-called change, not Erion, nor was it the change she had expected or foreseen.

But Ming Fuluo did not deny the ideas of Hendrick and others. She never thought of imposing this ideal on anyone, because it was not only stupid, but also extremely selfish and weak.

——People who cannot believe in their own abilities and determination are not worthy of pursuing such noble things.

even if……

Miss Doll's eyes drooped slightly, and as the nightmare-like whispers passed through her mind, her nails, which were level with her fingertips, scratched her palms.

It's ridiculous, as someone who doesn't even know why she is pursuing that ideal, she seems to have no right to criticize others for giving up... Even if her determination is true, it makes the facts seem even more absurd.

[You don’t even know why you are chasing, so where does the determination come from?]

Ansel's whisper that day, expressed in countless ways and in countless ways, appeared in Ming Furo's mind countless times.

Escape is not a good choice, but Ming Fuluo, who is already facing many problems, has no choice.

The death of his grandfather, the conflict between his former "father" and him, the threats Anser faces, the lost memories, his own vision, and countless tasks to be done...

The grand propositions in thought, the obsession and desire in self, the confusion and hardship about the past, the difficulty in the present, at a moment when everyone is full of expectations for the future, the people who most want to witness that future... are shackled and cannot move forward.

Ever since Anser came back, she had been sinking into various quagmires step by step, unable to extricate herself.

But looking back, does everything that happened to me have a direct relationship with Anser?

No, not really, he just “revealed” the problem to himself.

From beginning to end, there was almost no conspiracy that Ansher could truly say was plotting against her, because Ming Furo was always keenly aware of the key to most of the traps.

But the problem is that the devil's "conspiracy" of Ansir Hydra never seems to have the primary goal of successfully calculating her.

It's like the declaration that puts Ming Fuluo in a dilemma now - the declaration that makes her a rational monster. Does the outcome matter to Anser?

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that no matter what choice Ming Fuluo makes, it will be wrong. Indeed, no matter what choice she makes, it will be wrong.

And more conspiracies are just to make her realize the key and recognize...reality.