The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Everyone will give a different answer from their own perspective, and therefore...if you cannot look at things from other people's perspectives, you are destined to not understand why others make a certain choice.

Just like Ming Fuluo now, she can’t understand why these farmers changed their attitudes so easily.

All the cruelty, brutality, ferocity and madness they had just exuded seemed to be just non-existent illusions. The blood splattered on their bodies were all just playful graffiti, and the short knives and daggers in their hands were just like children's playing house toys.

Ming Fuluo, who was watching all this unfold, felt deeply their grief, anger, rage, and the relief of finally achieving their goal.

Just from an emotional point of view, Ming Fuluo could feel that they came here with the attitude that as long as they could kill Laurel, nothing else mattered.

He mercilessly killed all the servants in the house... They were already so crazy, but just because of Laurel's words, they gave up their completely crazy killing intentions?

This kind of crazy awareness, the cruelty of killing even innocent people, is it so cheap, so...absurd?

"No... you don't have the final say." A farmer panted heavily, "If we let you go now, you will find someone to catch us!"

“But if all the other farmers die, who will do the farming?”

Laurel asked in return: "Our time is very valuable. Since we have a ready-made one right now, why should we waste time looking for farmers somewhere else?"

Having said this, he paused, raised his chin slightly, and a scornful smile appeared on his rough face that looked no different from other farmers:

"Besides, I don't care."

"I don't care who is in charge of farming or who controls the farmland. Even if you want to kill me, I only care about whether the crops can be produced on time."

He seized the point that would make the two farmers hesitate the most, and at the same time delivered the final blow that crushed their will:

"If you kill me, you will surely die; but if you listen to me, there is a small chance that you may... change your life."

"If I were you, I would have made my choice by now."

Laurel stood up and opened her arms. "If I can be killed by someone who can give up even this kind of hope, then I have nothing to say."

Ming Fuluo stared blankly at the three people in the picture for a long time, and finally murmured subconsciously:

"They... shouldn't agree to it."

"Why?" Anser asked with a smile.

Ming Fuluo said this almost naturally as her thoughts flowed. After a moment of silence, she responded softly: "I don't know, I just think... it would be ridiculous if they agreed to it. No, not ridiculous, but... unacceptable."

The young Hydra looked down at the thoughtful expression of the petite scholar, and his thoughts inadvertently flowed out according to his innermost thoughts: "Can't accept it? But isn't Laurel a victim? These two farmers should have no reason to slaughter indiscriminately. It's so clear who is right and who is wrong. Why can't you accept that they chose to accept Laurel's proposal?"

He was looking forward to Ming Fuluo's answer.

"If this is the scenario, it's certainly not correct, but..."

But as she stared at the two farmers dropping their knives and kneeling down to Laurel with increasingly flattering expressions, Ming Furo seemed to see some more metaphysical and distorted scene.

"But if it's just based on this imagery, their actions are a kind of... betrayal."

"A betrayal of themselves."

Hearing this, Anser laughed happily. He seemed very satisfied with Ming Fuluo's answer: "Self? Then what do you think their self is? They are just farmers. Their self is just to earn gold coins through farming, right? Isn't it because they can't do this that they are crazy enough to want to kill Laurel and others? Aren't the choices they made perfectly in line with-"

His words suddenly stopped, and Ansor, realizing that he was talking more and more incessantly, half-closed his eyes and stopped talking about the topic.

What he needs to do is to guide, not really teach...It is never a good thing to let someone like Ming Furo learn too much.

This shouldn't have happened, but Ming Fuluo... had the ability. She had the terrifying ability to keep up with her own thoughts and the thinking system that had accumulated for thousands of years from another world.

"That's just their identity. Identity doesn't mean everything. They themselves should be some kind of...group, a kind of..."

Although Ansher stopped his slightly uncontrolled teaching, Ming Furo still vaguely grasped something. However, due to the limitations of her vision and knowledge, she was ultimately unable to go any further. Even so, it was already horrifying.

Anser looked at Ming Fuluo who was lost in thought and couldn't help but ask one last question:

"So, you think that Laurel, as a farmer, is no longer the same person as them?"

"How can he be considered a farmer? He is already a businessman."

Ming Fuluo shook her head. She looked at the picture of Laurel, who was looking down at the two kneeling farmers and smiling more and more wantonly, and said thoughtfully:

"After he took control of all the farmland in disguised form through such opportunistic means, he was no longer a farmer."

When Anser was silent, Ming Fuluo asked again: "Is this what you want me to see? Father... Lord Anser."

Miss Doll looked at the other light screens, at the crazy, bloody, and extremely primitive fight, and then at the two farmers kneeling in front of Laurel, and she just felt... extremely absurd.

If Ansel wanted to shock her, Ming Furo had to admit that Ansel did it.

She had begun to worry, even fear, about what this piece of farmland, which was supposed to be used to eliminate hunger, would bring to Little Pelican City and Watson County.

The doll lady, who had never truly set foot in this earthly world, unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes.

[What exactly is change in your eyes? ]

[What kind of illusion are you chasing after? ]

These two problems were entangled together at this moment, and the horrible nightmare that Ming Fuluo feared so much came again and became... even more powerful.

If I don’t know why I am holding on to that ideal, if I don’t even know what change I am pursuing.

So, what is it?

When Ming Fuluo was so frightened, but tried to delve deeper, Anser's voice sounded again:

"Do you really think that everything is over here?"

He pulled Ming Furo out of the most unbearable terror, but then threw her into another abyss that made Ming Furo feel cold all over.

"..." Ming Fuluo opened her mouth and tried to analyze the current situation. "Most of the farmers were... killed, a few survived, and Laurel still controls the farmers--"

"No, dear Helen, you know it well enough."

Ansher leaned against Ming Furo's cheek affectionately. His gentle words were like a snake's tongue, licking Ming Furo's whole body, making her tremble slightly involuntarily.

"You should know that farmers have never been the key. In fact, they were dispensable from the beginning."

"What's important?" he asked with a smile.

"The important thing is... the potion." Ming Fuluo answered with some difficulty, "The potion is the key to changing all this, the potion is-"

At this moment, when she said this, no matter how warm Anser's arms were, Ming Furo's entire spine was pierced by an extremely cold chill.

She looked at the irrepressible smile on Laurel's face, and at that moment, she truly understood... why this man was so happy.

The foreign farmers who killed the farmers in Little Pelican City somehow learned that there were large tracts of magical farmland here. They only knew that there was a group of farmers who benefited from it, forcing them into a desperate situation.

But they have no idea what caused the farmland to become like this. It turns out that there are only a few farmers left who know the secret.

Among these surviving farmers, there is a guy who is full of ambition and ability. He can be said to be one of the main reasons why Little Pelican City and Watson County have become what they are now.

How could he possibly... let go of this opportunity?

Today, there are only four native farmers left in Little Pelican City, some of whom were brought from other places and own farmland and medicines.

After subduing the two farmers, Laurel immediately notified Rozzokela and launched a cleanup of the city. He himself was among the team.

However, he was not clearing out the murderous farmers.

But...clearing out the remaining medicines.

What Ansher said was absolutely correct. Something extremely important did happen in Little Pelican City today.

Because Laurel not only holds the illusory bargaining power.

He has the real key to changing farmland and ending hunger in his hands.

And under the rules of this game where "supernormal people are not allowed to get involved, and all competition must be fair"...

Who on earth could restrain this peasant who was once a servant of the Extraordinary? If no one could restrain him, what would he do with this terrifying weight that could change the entire Watson Territory, or even the entire empire... to exaggerate?

Everything, after a brief period of beauty, will rush towards the unknown abyss.

What on earth made everything... become like this?

Obviously everyone is able to eat their fill, and this is clearly a good thing that no one can deny.

Miss Ming Fuluo, who was imprisoned in the Tower of Babel, was unable to speak, her lips trembling slightly. She had already realized that this game had begun to get out of control.

Or, even if Anser has already made such restrictions...

The vision she had been looking forward to was out of control from the very beginning?

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The fifth cycle is coming in a flash.

During this short period of time, many well-known things happened. For example, the Pelican Chamber of Commerce announced that it would be able to fully supply all the food in the entire Watson Territory within the next month, which shocked the entire empire. For example, the two grand dukes in the southern border had officially cast their attention, and after their chamber of commerce contacted the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, there was strangely no news.

The most sensational thing was that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess took the initiative to mention this matter during a conversation with her ministers one day, calling it "something interesting."

As we all know, if the eldest princess finds something interesting, then it is not far from falling into her hands.

The big shots who knew about the Pelican Chamber of Commerce and the nature of the magical field outside the Little Pelican City had already withdrawn, ready to greet the drama that was about to happen with different attitudes.

Of course, many other things happened... things that were either deliberately hidden, or could not be made public, or things that were meaningless.

"Are you really planning to leave like this?"

At the door of Henk's residence in Little Pelican City, Laurel was smoking the same cigar as Rozzokela and puffing out smoke.

"……Um."

Henk looked at the servants who were helping him pack his luggage and responded softly.

He was one of the few survivors of the attack. His usual kindness and popularity helped him a lot. Henk was visiting two other farmers that day, so he relied on his numbers to successfully kill the thugs who attacked them. Unfortunately, he was the only one who survived.

"You can continue to receive dividends from the Chamber of Commerce, even if you don't farm." Laurel glanced at Hunk, "Do you dislike my actions so much?"

"Disgusted..." Henk stared blankly into the distance, towards the tall walls of Little Pelican City.

He vaguely remembered that a month ago, when he looked at the harvest scene, the passion bursting out of his heart and the tears in his eyes were so pure and sincere.

"Nothing against you, Laurel."

The young man shook his head: "I just think it's too..."

The uneducated man held it in for a long time, and finally said bitterly: "It's too unreasonable."

"I was just farming. We made more money and fed more people, but my dad had one of his hands chopped off. He was dying when he was rescued. The other farmers in Watson County had no food to eat, and they went crazy and wanted to kill us."

"And... and those who clearly killed our friends, but they can still so openly... farm the dead people's fields and earn the money that the people they killed should have earned..."

Henk said this, looking at Laurel with a tired face:

"Laurel, these past few days, I have dreamed every night that the fields outside are soaked in blood, and I saw the bodies of Coster, Fukayla and others crawling out from under the fields... I don't dislike you... maybe a little, but the most important thing is that I can't stand it here, so I want to leave."

Laurel said nothing, but took a deep puff of her cigar and exhaled slowly.

"Laurel." Seeing his indifferent look, Hunk couldn't help but ask, "Have you never had a nightmare even for one day?"

"No," Laurel replied, "I have been having more and more trouble sleeping these days, but it has nothing to do with nightmares."

"...That's it."

Henk whispered, "Well, goodbye. I am very grateful that you have brought me so much wealth... You are the most important benefactor in my life, and this will not change no matter what you do."

Laurel waved her hand and said, "You have helped me a lot, so there is no need to say such things. Otherwise, I would not come to see you off."

"Thank you."

Seeing that the servants had packed all the packages and luggage, Henk was about to leave, but before walking towards the carriage prepared not far away, he couldn't help but look back at Laurel.

Henk had no idea what this short, stocky man with a simple and rough face wanted. He could grasp the key points so cleverly, but it seemed... he was not enjoying what he had now at all.

Henk couldn't understand Laurel, but the young man who regarded him as his benefactor finally gave him a serious warning:

"Laurel, that piece of farmland is not a gift, nor a wealth, but... a curse."

"It produces so much, but in the end...it will eat everyone in the end. You have to be careful. You have to be careful."

Having said this, he got on the carriage and prepared to leave this "land of miracles".

Laurel just stood on the street outside his residence, puffing on his cigar until the carriage disappeared from his sight. He then muttered to himself, "People really grow up as long as they experience enough stimulation. Even an idiot like Henk can say such things, but... haha."

The man sneered, "Only those who put all their hopes on that field will be eaten up. I never put my hopes on a pile of mud, Henk."

Under the escort of the guards, Laurel quickly arrived at the Pelican Chamber of Commerce. Today, Rozokera had something special to talk to him about, and Laurel didn't know why.

When he walked into the room, he saw the famous owner of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce leaning on the sofa with a refreshed look on his face. He greeted him enthusiastically, "Have you sent that young man Henk away?"

Laurel nodded and sat down in silence.

"Haha, thanks to that idiot who came from nowhere, the money we earn is increasing exponentially!"

Luo Zuokela laughed happily. "You lowered the share of the peasants you exchanged for, and not only did they not complain, they even thought they had made a profit! All thanks to that guy who didn't know the rules. Although I don't know who he is or where he got the courage from, since there is no sound now, I guess he has been killed by the big shot above. It's perfect!"