The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Young Hydra tilted his head slightly and looked at Ming Fuluo: "How do you think they will fare in the first week?"

Ming Fuluo pondered for a while, then replied softly: "Ecstasy, happiness, incredible... probably like this."

As she spoke, her expression softened unconsciously.

“When the food problem is solved, it will not only be the farmers who will be comforted. The poor will be able to eat food that is not only cheaper but also of better quality. Everyone’s life will be visibly better.”

“As long as people are no longer hungry and can really eat their fill, they will be full of hope for life.”

The doll lady looked at Anser who was not too far away from her, lowered her eyes slightly and said:

"This is what you told me, Anser... Your Excellency."

"Don't always remember what I said so clearly, Ming Fuluo."

Anser raised his eyebrows: "This will make you seem a little too attached to me. Oh no... too attached to that Anser Hydra who will never appear again."

"That's kind of stupid and gross, don't you think?"

"...Sir Anser."

Ming Fuluo took a step forward and looked directly into Anser's eyes: "Is this really just a game to you?"

"You can see most things clearly, I suppose."

Anser was very calm and looked at her with a smile: "This time, why don't you continue to use your wisdom to guess and go and see?"

After staring into those sea-blue eyes for more than ten seconds, those extremely cold black snake pupils suddenly flashed before Ming Fuluo's eyes, causing her to subconsciously avoid her sight out of shock, and she was defeated cleanly and efficiently.

"I... give up."

Finally, she just whispered: "Being able to change all this, taking the initiative to change all this... Lord Anser is doing this, I don't want to, and I am not qualified to question it."

"As long as it can be achieved——"

“As long as it delivers on the vision you want to see.”

The corners of Ansher's mouth kept rising, as if there were snake tongues moving around on both sides of his lips.

"Never change, never change... This is you, Ming Fuluo, but... It's harmless."

His gaze was cast towards the territory outside the balcony and towards the fields outside the territory.

After seven days, there will be a lush and flourishing scene.

But... what about the second seven days, the third seven days, and the fourth seven days? At the very end, what will be left there?

I feel like I won’t be able to last the fourth seven days, so… let’s just hold on for the third seven days.

Go wild, thrive, be capricious, and grow freely, dear crops.

Go and bring my dear Ming Fuluo, dear Miss Helen, the beautiful scenery she wants to see, and bring you, the best wishes.

Chapter 7: Helen Faust Part (K)

Henk is a strong young man. He was conscripted here and his family has been farming for generations. He is only 25 years old this year, but he has been working on the farm for 15 years.

But even for a farmer, he looked strong and robust, and the advantages of the southern border, the most fertile land in the empire, were clearly visible.

Compared to the north where the harvests are poor every year and farmers are exploited by tax officials, the situation of farmers in the south can be said to be as good as it can be.

Henk was now queuing in front of the city lord's mansion with his fellow villagers. The farmers who were transferred here from various cities were all confused, and so was Henk. He couldn't think of anything about people like them that was worthy of the noble lord to go to war.

"Laurel." As the team slowly moved forward, Hunk became more and more nervous. "What do you think...what are they going to do?"

Compared to Henk, Laurel seemed to be indifferent: "It should be that they simply need us... Although I don't know what use those big guys have for us who can only roll in the mud."

Henk took a deep breath and said, "They didn't capture us to use as ingredients for their spells... Do you remember Roy? The unlucky guy who was turned into half man, half pig by the warlock? I don't want to—"

"Then forget it." Laurel interrupted impatiently, "If they were going to do something like this, why would they go through so much trouble? Besides, there are people all over the city."

The short farmer sneered, "If you need materials, Master Warlock, they are everywhere. Why did you come to us?"

They discussed in low voices, but judging by the anxious looks on the farmers' faces in line, there seemed to be quite a few who had the same idea as Henk, or a similar one.

For those living at the bottom of society, any glance from the big shots is so unbearable.

When it was Henk's turn, the young and simple farmer looked up at the expressionless man on the podium nervously, not knowing what to say.

"Take this and take it back."

The man on the platform handed a black box to Henk. "Follow the instructions inside and take care of the field you are responsible for. It will start on time at six o'clock tomorrow morning. If you don't understand, someone will be there to teach you. If you still make mistakes after doing this..."

He didn't say anything, but that cold, condescending gaze made Henk's knees go weak.

"I will certainly carry out your orders, sir."

Laurel, who was standing behind him, lowered his head slightly. Compared to the panic and weakness emanating from Henk, there was a hint of unwillingness on the face of this short and sturdy farmer.

However, he still took the black box honestly, responded to the man's repeated words in a low voice, and left the city lord's mansion with Henk who was waiting for him.

Two farmers holding the box walked on the streets of Little Pelican City, and occasionally passers-by turned their heads to look at them in surprise.

"This place feels better than ours." Henk looked at the low, old houses on both sides and sighed, "At least it's a much better place for us to live... Laurel, are we really just here to farm?"

"Even if it's not the case, what can you do?" Laurel glanced at her fellow villager.

"I just think... it's better this way." Henk said hesitantly.

Laurel and Henk knew each other before, but they didn't have a very deep friendship, just some interactions. Laurel had long been aware of Henk's honest and even cowardly character, and he didn't like him, so his attitude towards Henk was a little cold.

The two of them soon arrived at the house arranged for them. Laurel didn't say anything and went straight into her room. Henk, who had wanted to chat with him for a few more words, scratched his head awkwardly and returned to his bedroom.

Looking at the black box in his arms, the fear of the mysterious, evil and dangerous warlock prevailed for a time, making Henk dare not open the box. But when he thought of the man's cold eyes, Henk shivered again and opened the box with trembling hands.

To his surprise, there was neither a magic circle painted with blood nor any strange animal remains in the box. There were only two bottles of potion and a piece of paper. It was that simple.

Henk put the box beside the bed in confusion, then picked up the paper and read it - there was no text on the paper, which made Henk very glad, as he was illiterate.

The image above is simple and clear. The general idea is to first take off the lid on the medicine, then aim it at the ground and press the button under the lid hard. Just press it once.

Henk understood this clearly, but the following picture showed the sun rising and the moon setting seven times, and then the land was inexplicably covered with wheat straw. The picture indicated that he should repeat the initial action after harvesting the wheat straw... This made Henk a little confused.

"After seven days, are we going to pour this stuff into the fields again?"

The dark-skinned young man looked at the two jars of strange green medicine in the black box, then looked at the instruction drawing, with a puzzled look on his face: "But how can wheat straw mature in seven days? Oh... let's wait until tomorrow."

Thinking of this, he became even more confused.

Why would you do this to yourself? This potion looks so precious... If it's wasted, will it be ruined?

Thinking of this, Henk, who always behaved cowardly, felt a little resentful.

Shouldn't this be something that the masters send people to do? I only know how to farm.

The mayor of Little Pelican City was also very puzzled about this issue.

"My Lord, so we really don't... don't hold that thing in our hands?"

In fact, the city lord had no idea what it was. He just wanted to make sure the farmers could use it correctly and knew how to use it. But even so, he knew that this thing was given by Anther, because the cautious Earl Watson repeatedly warned the city lord in the name of Anther in order to avoid any accidents.

The city lord was indeed frightened by Earl Watson. He made this suggestion not because he was so bold as to embezzle it, because Earl Watson had already warned him fiercely that no extraordinary person or any powerful person could occupy this thing.

He just felt that it was too dangerous to hand over such a valuable item to a bunch of idiots who couldn't even read a single word and might not even understand a picture.

Why not just let them take over the matter directly, instead of going through the trouble of asking them to teach the farmers how to use it?

"This is Lord Anser's request. Don't make me repeat it."

The young Earl Watson stared at the city lord and said, "I repeat, you must ensure that no powerful person in the city can take away the potion from them by force."

"…Seized by force?"

The city lord was stunned for two seconds. He looked at Earl Watson and asked tentatively: "If it's not a forced occupation..."

Earl Watson straightened his collar and said calmly, "It's a normal transaction, reasonable rules, of course there's nothing to criticize."

When he said this, he thought of the smile of the young Hydra.

The kind of smile that makes me shudder.

[Experiment? No, no, no... It's not an experiment, Mr. Count. It's just a game, a little game.]

[The rules of the game are just like playing house. I don’t care who makes what choices, but everyone must act according to moral rules. It’s that simple.]

A game of playing house.

Who is Earl Watson? Can't he see, under Anser's "house-playing" game rules, what direction will Little Pelican City, or even the entire Watson Territory, develop in?

And his fear of Anther did not come from this method, but when Anther said "playing house", Earl Watson... did not see any happy emotion on Anther's face.

He spoke cruel and cold words, but on that face that was obviously smiling, and that was gentle and kind, and made anyone feel close to it, there was neither the pleasure and joy that came from fooling the lower-class civilians, nor the malice and cruelty that came from unleashing tyranny.

Even if it wasn't just for pleasure or release, there should have been some emotional fluctuations, but Ansir Hydra, that monster... he just had nothing, nothing.

That's why that smiling face made Earl Watson shudder.

If there was nothing, then what was he smiling about? Or had that expression become his instinct, his...other face?

Earl Watson shuddered. He didn't think about it anymore, nor did he dare to think about it.

"Anyway."

He exhaled lightly: "Maintaining the apparently 'proper' rules is the key. Leonard, you are not a fool. You know what to do."

Leonard, the mayor of Little Pelican City, nodded hurriedly: "I understand, I understand... Lord, I will never bring shame to you or Lord Watson!"

"It has nothing to do with Watson Collar, make no mistake, Leonard."

Earl Watson looked at the city lord coldly: "All this is for Lord Anser."

"...Yes, yes! For Lord Anser!"

Leonard bowed his head deeply: "This is all for Lord Anser!"

"I'll be watching you, Leonard."

Earl Watson walked out of the office and said in a cold voice: "Don't waste this opportunity. You will never encounter it again in your lifetime."

Chance……

After Earl Watson left, Leonard clenched his fists tightly. He was now using all his strength just to keep his body steady and not let his legs weaken and fall.

These untouchables are my opportunities...Although it's incredible and ridiculous, it doesn't matter.

It is a reusable resource in the first place, and farmers can have as much as they want from it. The fact that it can bring them such huge benefits is actually a pleasant surprise.

This game was incredibly absurd from the very beginning.

——Because apart from Ming Fuluo, no one cares about those farmers, including the farmers themselves.

*

Henk got up early and arrived at the farmland an hour earlier, fearing that the big shots would arrive early on purpose and he would die inexplicably because of being late.

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen, but... there were many farmers who had the same fear as him. They came early with the box in their arms, standing, squatting, or sitting by the field, dazed, helpless, or thoughtful, waiting for the people sent by the city lord.

Laurel also arrived early, so Henk came over with the box and squatted beside him: "Laurel, do you understand the picture inside?"

"almost."

Laurel also held the box, but she didn't seem nervous.

"So what's the meaning behind this picture?"

"What else could it mean? After dripping once, wait seven days, harvest the wheat, and drip again."

"But how can wheat be ripe in seven days?"

Laurel, a stocky farmer, looked at Hunk as if he was a fool. "That means the potion can make the wheat ripen in seven days. Is there something wrong with your brain that you can't even think of that?"

Henk was stunned for several seconds, then screamed, "Really?!"

His young and energetic voice became shrill and distorted, showing how... turbulent his emotions were.

The other farmers all looked at Henk, who rubbed his head awkwardly, but couldn't suppress his excitement. He couldn't help but ask Laurel, "Laurel, is this true? Can it really be done in seven days?"

"You're too damn noisy." Laurel cursed irritably. Just as there were simple and kind farmers like Henk, there were also many crude and vicious farmers like him. To be more precise... there were more of them. "Don't bother me. I'm not that familiar with you."

"...Ah, oh."

Henk could only respond awkwardly and then stayed away from Laurel obediently.

He was a little puzzled. They had talked a lot yesterday and on the way here, and Laurel had not been so impatient. Why did he become so unhappy when he asked about the box?