The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The one who killed Erion was among his closest people.

Ming Fuluo once asked Su Silun whether the so-called "closest" person refers to the present or the past. Although Su Silun avoided the question, she gave Ming Fuluo the answer in another way.

She said to Ming Fuluo meaningfully:

【Not knowing it clearly is actually a good thing for you】

[This allows you to still have room to give up in the process of pursuing the truth]

——If it was really the person closest to Erion who killed Erion, then what Susilen said was correct.

Because the closest person to Erion is also the closest person to Ming Furo.

Su Silun’s words meant... Ming Fuluo absolutely could not accept that person being the murderer.

But... not necessarily.

There was another answer in Ming Fuluo's heart, an answer that she put first when she calmed down.

If it was that person, in terms of blood relationship, he was indeed the closest person to my grandfather, and even if I have no connection with him anymore, I cannot accept that he killed my grandfather.

and……

The doll lady, who was chasing and carrying too many things at this moment, had her breathing become low and rapid.

Moreover, he hated Grandpa. He betrayed Grandpa. Putting aside that identity, he had so many reasons... to kill Grandpa.

The confusion felt from that "chance encounter" in the store turned into a sharp blade at this moment.

Judging from the hatred he expressed towards his grandfather at that time, he absolutely... absolutely could do this.

Ming Fuluo emphasized this in her heart, but why did she emphasize it so much? Why did she, who had said that Leiden would never kill his father no matter how shameless he was, still put the blame on her own father?

Did she really think that was the case, or did she not want the cruelest possibility to happen? Perhaps Ming Fuluo herself was not sure.

In this matter, all she wants now are clues that can further reveal the truth.

And Anser had already prepared for this.

He gently put his arm around Ming Fuluo's shoulders and said to this petite scholar who was struggling under so many things and pressures:

"Although I don't want to touch upon your painful memories, do you still remember how Erion died?"

"...Cut out the heart." Even though the tone of voice did not fluctuate much, the pure hatred was like a silent entanglement of thorns, spreading throughout every word Ming Fuluo pronounced, "Cut off the head."

"Well, it's a very... deplorable and cruel method."

Anser sighed, but where Ming Fuluo couldn't see, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

That was the kind of smile that terrified Earl Watson. It was a smile that didn't seem to please anyone, nor did it seem to be venting malice. It was a smile that he couldn't understand at all.

"Who would have thought that the person who did such a cruel thing..." Anser shook his head, "had been placed with great hopes by Erion?"

"..."

Being placed high hopes on by grandpa?

Ming Fuluo was at a loss. If it was the person that Erion had high hopes for, how could it be... her incompetent father who had failed to gain a position in the Ether Institute even after betraying Erion and was now living such a miserable life?

And if he was someone that my grandfather had high hopes for and was also his closest friend, I couldn't accept that he was the murderer...

The doll lady, who was covered in shackles, began to tremble. Between her pursed lips, one could vaguely see her teeth biting her lower lip tightly.

"There are very few people who can be considered as those that Erion has placed high hopes on." Anser smiled, "And this circle overlaps with yours, Ming Fuluo, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find them, right?"

"But if we really want to find him out completely, expose his crimes, and put him to death, this seems to be, well... not enough."

"Do you want to continue?"

Ansel's hand slid down and grasped Ming Furo's slender and fragile waist, like a snake using its tail... to tightly wrap around its prey.

He whispered generously, gently, and magnanimously in Ming Fuluo's ear: "A small price in exchange for clues to the truth."

"I'm with—"

"Ah, no no no, not now."

Anser extended his index finger to Ming Fuluo's lips. He looked down at the confused, anxious, and even slightly panicked exquisite doll in his arms, and smiled:

"Wait until the next seven days and then answer me."

"The next seven days?"

Ming Fuluo eagerly pulled Anser's clothes: "Why do we have to wait for the next seven days? Can't we do it now? Anser... Your Excellency, Your Excellency Anser, you should know the answer!"

"You must... know the answer. I can pay the price. I can... Father, father, please -"

Her voice became lower and lower, and the hand that was grabbing Ansher's clothes gradually loosened its power until it fell down.

The talented young lady who had been so independent, so tenacious, and so persevering in front of Anser now looked so humble and weak.

The answer is obvious. When Su Silun handed the terrible clue to Ming Fuluo, her pursuit of the truth was no longer just about the "truth".

She was unwilling to accept, and unable to accept, that the murderer whom she had hated for fifteen years, the demon who had taken her grandfather's life and destroyed his last hope, was the person closest to her and the person who had been highly regarded by her grandfather.

So now she was so desperate to get a further answer, an answer that could negate this horrible reality, that she was... on the verge of losing control.

Even so, after briefly losing control, Ming Furo calmed down.

She knew she had no capital to negotiate, and she also knew that if she continued to beg, Ansher would only raise the price even higher.

She could only remain silent in fear, behave well in panic, and play her...current role well.

"Is it difficult to understand?" Ansel raised his eyebrows slightly. He reached out and lifted Ming Fuluo's chin, letting her look at the streets of Little Pelican City and the farmers and civilians who were getting farther and farther away.

"You should focus here now, right? This is the opportunity for change that you, Ming Fuluo, have always dreamed of. At this critical moment...anything can be put aside, right?"

The devil's voice penetrated the puppet's ears, splitting like a sharp blade and embedding into her soul:

"Even your grandfather can't hinder you. You can't waste your energy and time at this time."

"This is your ideal. How can you be distracted by a dead person? Am I right... Helen?"

The most important thing now...

The most important thing now is to observe, confirm, and ensure the effectiveness of the soil enhancer. We must not miss this opportunity to usher in the beginning of change for the empire. Even if this is just a game in Anser's eyes, its significance is destined to be extraordinary.

Yes... this is the most important thing, for that possibility, for that future...

But Grandpa, but they—

I can obviously get to know the truth more closely. Do I really have to wait for seven days in vain because of this period of time when I can't interfere in anything?

But I have waited long enough, why can't I wait now? Father... Anser is right, we can't let... we can't let the people who have passed away affect the present in the slightest. At this point, even if we can't do anything, it is very important to remember every change every minute and every second.

But that's... that's your grandfather, the one who taught you so many things, told you what to do in the future, how to move forward -

This is what he taught me!

Madness, more and more opposition, more and more tearing madness.

The cold shackles wrapped around Ming Furo began to grow sharp iron thorns, which penetrated deeply into her flesh and bones.

On the one hand, she was looking forward to the beginning of the realization of her ideal, which was such a great situation; on the other hand, there was the horrific possibility of the death of her loved ones, which made her unable to remain calm and dare not think deeply.

And the person who controls all of this, just happens to... just happens to support Ming Fuluo gently, generously, and kindly, supports the strongest shackles on her, supports her, and tells her to do what she should do most, to fulfill her duties as a pursuer.

At the same time...she smiled and cut off the other thing she desired so much.

The future is bright and far-reaching, making people tremble with excitement; the present is cold and chilling, making people fearful to the point of despair.

They were entangled, mixed, and collided with each other, like two huge forces tearing Ming Furo apart, tearing apart... her soul and self.

Should she laugh? Should she laugh out loud when the person closest to her might be the murderer of her grandfather? How could she laugh?

Should she cry? Should she cry out of despair because of her personal feelings when she already had a chance to see a glimpse of that magnificent future? This was not right.

If Mingfuluo Zeger shouldn't cry, shouldn't laugh, shouldn't do this, shouldn't do that... then what on earth is standing here, and what should she do?

The emptiness in the purple eyes reappeared again and again, like the tide that surged up again and again and then quickly receded, so impermanent.

"There is only one thing to do...

The devil's voice floated in her ears.

"Your ideals are more important than anything else, right, Helen?"

"……Yes."

The emptiness slowly and completely faded away, replaced by absolute tenacity and incomparable determination. It was as if the genius scholar who would never give in no matter how Anser plotted and tortured him was back again at this moment.

But who gave her the tenacity and determination she has now?

"Yes...Father."

Ming Fuluo looked at the wheat grass in the distance and at the entire Little Pelican City that was rejoicing.

Yes, this is... the scene she wants to see. This scene is more important than anything else.

More important than anything.

"There is only one thing to do now." She responded softly, "about Grandpa. I will come back to ask you in seven days."

Miss Doll lowered her head slightly, her voice becoming very calm: "Please forgive me for my misbehavior just now."

"I understand..." Anser's mouth curled up slightly, "No problem, I don't mind it, but I have a small question."

"Please say."

"Helen, what do you think a father is? In other words, what elements does the word father contain?"

"…I, I don't know, father."

Anser smiled and touched her head: "Just think of it as a task I leave for you. Maybe at some point, I will ask you again. I hope that by then, you will have the answer. Can you do it, my dear daughter?"

He stopped stroking and turned to hold Ming Fuluo's hand, holding her soft and slender little hand tightly in his palm.

Ming Fuluo did not resist, but instead felt so...calm like never before.

Is it calm? Ming Fuluo couldn't confirm her emotions at the moment, but she felt that she was indeed very... very calm.

The death of loved ones, the pursuit of ideals, the road to redemption, the mist of the past... On each of these cold chains that entangled Ming Furo, it seemed that there was Anser's mark.

Good or bad, it doesn't matter. At this moment, just at this moment, Miss Doll, who witnessed her grandfather's tragic death at the age of six, still remained vigilant against him and did not forget that he was trying to control herself, but...

But regardless of whether they are in opposition to each other, regardless of whether their thoughts are good or evil——

In this monotonous gray world without any extra colors for Ming Furo, Ansir Hydra has always been here.

Chapter 6: Helen Faust, Part (K)

As a somewhat poor city, the simple civilian area of ​​Little Pelican City was plunged into a sea of ​​carnival today.

The food for Little Pelican City comes from the scattered villages around it. The farmers in the villages are basically called upon to cultivate farmland. Even those farmers have never seen such an exaggerated harvest, let alone the civilians who just buy rice from shops?

Such a harvest is more exciting than anything else. The aroma of wheat wafting in the nose and the dazzling golden color in front of the eyes are not deceiving.

The fertile land in the south prevents most civilians here from suffering from terrible famine. However, although they will not starve to death, it is impossible for them to live a life of fullness every day.

After all, poverty is an incurable disease.

But now, the scene before them made the civilians in the city so excited that they could hardly control themselves, because there was so much food, so much that the farmers were even willing to just pick up a handful and stuff it to passers-by on the street. They didn't care that straw fell every time the cart moved forward.

In this celebratory atmosphere, Henk, who was in the middle of the team, found it difficult to control his emotions, but Laurel, who was pushing the same cart with him, did not show any excitement on her face.

"So many people..." He whispered to himself, his rough voice sounded unpleasant when he lowered the tone.

"Laurel, we're just like heroes!"

Henk said excitedly: "Look at their eyes...Oh my God, I have never been looked at like this before!"

The young man waved excitedly to the passers-by and wanted to pick up a large bunch of wheat to give to them, but Laurel grabbed his wrist.

"What do you want to do?" the short and sturdy farmer asked in a muffled voice.

"Give some to passers-by." Henk was stunned. "After all, there are so many——"

"What's the point of giving it to them? Do they know how to turn wheat into flour?"