The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Why should ants stand on the shoulders of giants and breathe the same air as them?

The weak Tower of Babel is unable to prevent this from happening, and their theoretical backer, the princess, doesn't care about this at all. If she did, it means... she just wants to use these things to satisfy her own desires, which will only make things worse.

Only Anser...

Only Ansher would be willing and capable of doing such a thing.

Ming Fuluo held Ansel's hand and tightened it subconsciously.

If I had been on Anser's side, then now... wouldn't all of this be just a game?

And if this wasn't a game, if this was reality, how much—

"what!!!"

A shrill scream rang out on the street, interrupting Ming Furo's thoughts.

It was Ansher who guided her along that road, but unfortunately Ming Furo now did not and would not think about such things.

A subtle change that she couldn't perceive was happening silently.

Miss Doll's sight instantly passed through the rioting crowd and fell on the center of the riot.

She saw a man covered in blood, sitting on the ground with a dazed look on his face. Next to him was a small stall filled with vegetables. The vegetables, which were so shiny that one could not take their eyes away, were covered with the blood of the stall owner.

Anser, holding Ming Fuluo's hand, approached the onlookers and asked softly, "What happened here?"

"Hmm...ah? It seems that these two vegetable stalls have been facing each other for three days. The stall owner who was killed, his vegetables were all from that chamber of commerce? Oh, yes, the Pelican Chamber of Commerce! They are cheap and delicious!"

The respondent smacked his lips and said, "It's really delicious. I bought a bunch of radishes yesterday. I've never eaten radishes so delicious before, and the price is only one copper coin more expensive than the usual market price."

"In other words..." Anser looked at the poor stall owner who died in his stall and said with emotion, "The other stall owner couldn't sell as much as his stall owner, so he... killed him?"

"Ha, it's more than just being outsold! That stall owner didn't have a single customer in three days! Now everyone in the market only buys from the stalls with the Pelican Chamber of Commerce logo, and they don't even want to look at other stalls."

"Do they have so many goods?" the boy asked in a pure and confused tone.

"Who knows! Their food is simply conjured out of thin air! Anyway, people bring it here all day long."

"Well...it's delicious and cheap. No one is afraid of getting hurt while eating it?"

Hearing this, the person who answered had a strange look on his face, and looked at Anser warily: "Are you the enemy of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because that's what those guys said."

The bystander crossed his arms with an unhappy look on his face. "They said that there must be something wrong with the food from the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, and that something bad would happen if you ate it... At first, many people believed it, but in the end, the first few people who bought it ate it happily for several days without any problems! Anyone who still believes this nonsense is a fool!"

He said angrily: "It's obvious that they want us to eat their inferior food. Hey, that's a nice thought. I must be stupid to buy their food!"

"Is that so..." Anser said, "This stall owner is really pitiful. He died in such an unclear way."

"Who said it wasn't true?" The bystander curled his lips, "That murderer is really a piece of shit."

"How long has he been selling food here?"

"Ah...it seems like it's been about ten years. I saw him selling vegetables here when I was a kid."

At this point, the bystander's tone also changed slightly: "He is not such a violent person. He hasn't sold a single grain of food in three days... It's pitiful, but there's no need to kill people. Besides, isn't this his own problem? Who can blame him for not being able to grow that kind of food?"

Many people around him began to agree, and the noisy discussions and noise became louder and louder. During such discussions, some people's expressions became increasingly gloomy, and some people simply turned around and left without saying a word.

Just now, most of them were looking at the crime scene with complicated expressions.

He was not looking at the dead stall owner, but at the murderer sitting dejectedly on the ground.

"Do you know that Lao Nuo's daughter is seriously ill and in urgent need of money?" A man with rough, dark skin couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what it means for a farmer to not sell a single vegetable or grain for three consecutive days?"

"Does this mean you can kill people?" Someone immediately refuted. "Besides, what does this have to do with us? You can't grow such good food yourselves... If you really can't, can't you help the Pelican Chamber of Commerce sell it?"

“你们根本什么都不知道！”

The man yelled angrily, "There's something wrong with their food. How is it possible... How is it possible that the food is sold so cheaply, the quality is so good, and they still can't sell out!"

“Here we go again… You’re also an enemy of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, right? Oh no, you’re just a useless farmer who can’t even sell his own crops, hahahahaha!”

"What did you say!"

The people who were talking just now started fighting each other, and more and more people joined the fight, and the crowd suddenly fell into chaos again.

At this moment, in the upper city area of ​​Qingling City, Earl Watson was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the telescope, he easily saw the chaotic scene in the market in the lower city area.

"very good……"

Earl Watson murmured softly: "You are the trash that should be eliminated. Let you... play your final role."

After talking with Laren from the Chamber of Commerce under Ivora's name, Earl Watson learned that Ivora had not yet set his sights on this place, but there were already signs of that happening.

What Earl Watson has to do now is... to use every possible means to attract Ivora's attention.

So, what is the method?

"It's not fast enough, and the quantity is not enough... We must have a higher output and a faster production speed. We must let the entire empire know about this, so as to attract His Highness's attention."

The young earl licked his lips and said, "Then let me add fuel to the fire for you lucky guys."

It would take quite some time for the farmers to completely collapse, but what if... I trigger this conflict in advance?

As long as they arouse hatred from both sides, the farmers in Little Pelican City will increase production even more frantically in order to crush other ordinary farmers faster. They will destroy the original grain market and all ordinary farmers at an even more terrifying speed.

Earl Watson smiled and thought, these brainless people are so easily instigated.

Farmers are just farmers, whether they farm ordinary fields or fortified fields, they are still farmers.

It's just one life... that can be easily taken away, right?

At this moment, Earl Watson thought he was a genius.

You are a fool, Lord Watson.

Anser sighed softly. This kind of deliberately intensified and forcibly accelerated conflict had too obvious signs of human intervention and the means were extremely crude. It was really not up to standard.

If he was serious, he could just treat it as if Earl Watson had offended him and violated his requirements, and he could raise his hand and shoot the Earl to death on the spot even though he was thousands of meters away.

You should be glad...

Anser looked at the puppet lady beside him, and she stared blankly at the crowd fighting, roaring, and cursing, then looked at the corpses on the stall, watching the blood that had not yet dried up dripping drop by drop on the fresh and plump vegetables.

Looking at her expression, the devil smiled from the bottom of his heart.

You should be glad, this is what I want.

The prologue is over, and what follows is the storm.

Are you ready, my dear Helen?

Chapter 7: The Snake's Coil Gradually Tightens (K)

"Based on the current food production and production speed of Little Pelican City, it will take two months to complete the food supply for the entire Watson Territory. In three months, we will be able to eliminate hunger in the entire territory and still have enough capacity to supply food to the outside world."

In the reception room, Earl Watson was standing respectfully in front of Ansel, reporting with his head down.

He didn't dare to look at the boy who was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the hair of the girl in his arms. It was even difficult for him to maintain a calm tone at this moment.

What exactly does this young Hydra who came to his base camp without making any noise want to do? Has he already discovered that he is deliberately promoting conflicts among the peasants? Will he further discover that he wants to climb up to the top of Ivora in this way?

Great fear enveloped Earl Watson, but all he could do was to remain calm, because if he was found to be abnormal, he would be really finished.

"It seems that the current food supply situation in Qingling City should be very optimistic."

In the silence that seemed extremely long to Earl Watson, Anser smiled and spoke.

As if he had been granted amnesty, the young nobleman immediately replied: "Yes, even in the poorest slums, basic food supply is not a problem. Anyone with hands and feet can afford food."

"Hmm..." Anser hugged Ming Fuluo and rested his chin on Miss Doll's head. "Let me guess. Because of the impact of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, the native farmers have to sell the crops they grow at extremely low prices in order to earn a little income. So, the people in the slums can also have enough to eat?"

At this point, Anser could feel the soft body in his arms stiffen for a moment.

Earl Watson's heart stopped beating, his Adam's apple bulged, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Yes, it is."

Feeling that he was at the brink of death, the Earl answered with a stiff face: "At present, the Pelican Chamber of Commerce has had too much impact on the existing grain market. Even though it has only been for a dozen days, their output, quality, and supply speed are almost overwhelming. Although they are currently unable to supply the entire Watson Territory, it is impossible for there to be a grain chamber of commerce in the entire Qingling City that can compete with them."

“Unless the price of grain is several times lower than that of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, it is impossible for anyone to buy grain from individual farmers or other grain chambers of commerce.”

After all, if the price is really so cheap that it is almost the same as giving it away for free, there will still be people who will buy it - such as those slum dwellers who are so poor that they cannot even afford to eat and may not even be able to buy the cheap food from the Pelican Chamber of Commerce.

"It is not good."

Anser said with great joy: "Let the poorest people have enough food to eat, Earl Watson, this is something that even His Majesty cannot do."

Earl Watson's legs went weak and he knelt on the spot. The extraordinary man who had just been brave and wise, claiming to be a genius and daring to risk everything for his future, now turned pale and trembled so much that he could not even speak.

"Hahahaha, don't be so nervous, Your Excellency. His Majesty is not such a stingy person."

The young Hydra laughed happily. "I am only recognizing your merits. Don't be so scared."

"This...how can this be said to be my achievement?"

Earl Watson forced a smile and stood up. "This is clearly the credit of the Tower of Babel, and your credit. It is you who made them full. I am just... just lucky enough to be stained by a little bit of your glory."

He praised Ansher as much as possible to cover up his fear.

"All the untouchables living in the slums should recognize your greatness! I think..."

"I want to see it."

At this time, Ming Fuluo suddenly spoke.

"The Earl said that even people in the slums can have a full meal...Father, I want to see it with my own eyes."

"..." Earl Watson was stunned at first, and then a mixture of nervousness and ecstasy appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He did not lie about this matter, nor did he dare to lie. Everyone in the slums really could have enough food to eat. This was absolutely true in Qingling City.

What made Earl Watson nervous and ecstatic was that if Anser did not make any knocks and just left, it would mean that he... had passed the test!

"Want to go and see? Yes, that's why we came here in the first place."

Anser put Ming Fuluo on the ground, stood up calmly, and smiled at Earl Watson: "Then Helen and I will leave first, Your Excellency. You have done very well during this period, so keep working hard."

"Yes...Yes! I will definitely not let you down."

Earl Watson's neck turned red. His voice was high-pitched and his tone was passionate. The same emotion caused by different reasons allowed him to perfectly conceal his true purpose.

"I'll take you there—"

"No need for that. This kind of thing should be done in secret. Just continue to do your job well, Your Excellency."

After saying this, Ansher took Ming Fuluo away.

It was not until about five or six minutes after Ansel left that Earl Watson collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

It was clearly just a normal conversation, and it seemed like he didn't notice anything, but Earl Watson felt as if he would be shattered into pieces at any moment.

But, it's over.

What he was most worried about was that Anser would notice his unusual movements. Now, even though he might have witnessed the peasant conflicts that he had instigated, he did not issue any warnings, which meant that the last threat had disappeared.

"One more push, one more push..."

No one knows how long Anther's game will last, and no one knows whether Watson County will still own this magical field after the game is over. Since Anther does not take the overly intense conflicts among the farmers to heart, then let's give it another push, faster!

Earl Watson covered his face and murmured enthusiastically: "As long as I can arouse your curiosity, as long as I can make your Highness take over the entire Watson County..."

"Resources, prospects, and...power!"

Everything, for the possibility of going further!

*

Anser and Ming Fuluo, disguised through cognitive spells, strolled on the streets of the slums.

This place is barren, dilapidated, and filled with a foul stench. Everyone's tattered clothes and messy faces reflect the word "poverty".

But their mental outlook was the same as what Anser and Ming Furo had seen at the market before.

It was a real, heartfelt eagerness, as if a fire was burning in their hearts and spreading throughout their bodies, making them feel not scalding hot but warm and alive.

"...Father." Ming Fuluo said softly, "You said that just being full is a hundred times better than so-called hope."

"Don't you understand yet?"