The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The businessman snapped his fingers, signaling the waitress in the room to pour the wine, and said:

"But, Laurel, there is something...I am very curious."

"what happened?"

Rozokera stared at Laurel for a long time, and finally asked:

"What do you want?"

He stood up with the poured wine and said:

"Now, those potions are in your hands. You can find anyone you want to cooperate with. The entire empire is full of people who want to cooperate with you."

"But you still stay in Little Pelican City, stay here...Are you afraid of violating the unknown rules of the game set by that big shot, or something else?"

"Your demand for money is far less than I expected. In fact... you don't seem to have any demand for it at all. So what do you want?"

"Is it important?" Laurel calmly replied to Rozzokeira's question, "The money I can bring you is enough."

"Hehehe... the money is indeed enough, more than enough, enough... I've already started thinking of a way to escape!"

Rozokera, who had initially boasted to Laurel about how much money the Chamber of Commerce could make, suddenly roared, "I just realized that you, a lunatic, are pushing the Pelican Chamber of Commerce to a position where it doesn't belong! Not Little Pelican City, not Watson Territory, but the entire fucking Empire! And it's only been for a month!"

He threw the wine glass to the ground fiercely, roaring with his neck flushed: "It's out of control! Who knows when this game will end! If there is any mistake... I will be smashed to pieces, and so will you!"

Yes, under the constraints of that big man, all business activities must be conducted properly.

The Pelican Chamber of Commerce did not encounter vicious competition or forced takeovers. On the contrary, various chambers of commerce flocked to it. During this period of time, Rozokera met countless leaders and controllers of giant organizations. These big shots, whom he would never meet in his life, talked business with him in a friendly manner, discussed market conditions, and were even willing to invest large amounts of money.

As for Rozzokela, he went from being flattered at first, to being ecstatic, and now to being trembling with fear and treading on thin ice.

This game will eventually end, and he couldn't imagine what the Pelican Chamber of Commerce and himself would have to face when that day came. Even before the game ended, at this moment, he was already terrified.

Laurel's unclear attitude undoubtedly deepened his fear. Rozokera was even afraid that Laurel was a pawn of a big shot and that he had been played into a situation where he was doomed to die.

"So...what do you want to say?" Laurel remained indifferent to Rozzokela's furious attitude.

After staring at this guy for a long time, Rozokera suddenly laughed hysterically, as if he was releasing all the fear and pressure that had accumulated during this period of time.

"Hahahahahaha…what do you want to say? No, nothing, nothing more. I only have one sentence."

The man seemed to have unloaded all the burdens, and said word by word:

"You keep this bomb. I'm quitting."

"The Pelican Chamber of Commerce belongs to you, a lunatic, Laurel."

After saying that, Luo Zuokela stepped on the broken glass of the wine glass with a feeling of relief, and hummed in relief: "Fuck... finally... finally, it's over."

But Laurel remained calm, as if he didn't care at all that the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, which was now famous throughout the empire, had fallen into his hands.

Luo Zuokela looked at him as if he were a monster, then shook his head and said, "How can you be crazy... Why did I ever think of cooperating with you, Laurel, what on earth are you... Hiss, why are you getting hotter and hotter?"

The man took off his coat in confusion, but the heat did not subside at all. Just as he was wondering, Laurel, who had been as calm as a statue, suddenly stood up.

"Hey, what are you—"

The moment his eyes met Laurel's, Rozokera instantly shut his mouth.

Because he saw it, he saw in the eyes of this farmer who didn't care about money at all, a hair-raising, completely crazy... desire.

The next moment, the entire ceiling of the room was burned clean by the blood flames.

An arrogant and noble voice came from the sky, echoing throughout the Little Pelican City:

"Is this the so-called... land of miracles?"

At the same time, a handsome young nobleman arrived at the gate of Little Pelican City.

He was holding the hand of a cute girl who was as delicate as a doll. If you didn’t look carefully... you would really think that this girl was a doll.

Because her noble and mysterious purple eyes were dull and lifeless.

Chapter 1: You Should Die Like This (W)

After the bloody murder in Little Pelican City, Anser and Ming Fuluo took a short trip.

Before starting, they set out from Little Pelican City and came to a territory city around it.

This territory city is smaller than Little Pelican City, but it is very prosperous inside. The Baron City Lord is young and strong, highly skilled, and compassionate to the common people. The people who live here have a much better mental outlook than those of the residents of Little Pelican City.

As a neighboring city of Little Pelican City, it is naturally impossible for it to be immune from the dumping of grain by the Pelican Chamber of Commerce.

"You seem to be in a bad mood, Helen."

In an ordinary civilian restaurant, Anser looked at Ming Fuluo, who was holding a knife and fork but had not taken a single bite of the food on the plate, and asked in a gentle voice, "What are you worried about?"

Miss Doll's purple eyes were full of confusion:

"I have no idea."

She clenched her fork, staring blankly at the fragrant, brightly colored food on the plate, then looked at the civilians around her who were happily eating, and countless questions lingered in her mind.

In this game, my goal is to eliminate hunger as much as possible, and I... no, I used the potion conceived by Ansher, and I did it in such a short time.

——Saving people from hunger is a great feat, Anser praised her for this several times.

But until now, Ming Fuluo is still confused. She has been paying attention to the development of the situation, but she finds that everything is beyond her cognition and expectations.

When I came to my senses, everything was like a runaway carriage, rushing towards an even more unpredictable chaos.

In this way, everything returned to the origin that Ming Fuluo feared the most.

- If you don't know why you are pursuing your ideals and don't know how to achieve change, then what have you been doing in the fifteen years since Erion's death?

You don't even know what change is.

Therefore, the more this grand change that would go down in the history of the empire developed, the more Ming Furo felt... empty, panicky and empty.

The joy that should have come was also lost in this emptiness, not only because this was just Anser's game, but also because she couldn't see any hope in it.

Even if she succeeded in casting her extraordinary power into the world, even if that power that could not be understood by common sense continued to be carried out without any hindrance, Ming Furo would not be able to see the light that she longed for shining down, and her future would still be confusing.

The only thing that made her feel less desperate was...

"You're not doing the right thing, Helen."

In this endless chaos, the only person Ming Fuluo could reach spoke:

"Since you are doing the right thing, why should you feel uneasy? The changes that have taken place in Pelican City and Watson Territory are what you expected, right?"

"But there's something…something worse going on, Father."

Ming Fuluo's voice trembled slightly: "I can't see clearly..."

What will happen next?

Will more farmers go crazy because they can no longer tolerate the current situation? Will anyone else be affected besides farmers?

No...no, if it's just a few, they can be sacrificed... they can be sacrificed. As long as we can maintain food production, maintain food...

food……

Laurel, the man who already controlled all the potions, what would he do? Why him... why would such a person appear?

"Father."

Ming Fuluo stared at Anser, her voice becoming a little hoarse: "Laurel Moramo, is he... the person you arranged?"

Ansel paused slightly in cutting the steak. He cast his gaze on Ming Furo's face, that pretty face that was full of confusion, bewilderment and fatigue. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then the smile became more and more vivid.

"Hehehe...hahahaha!"

His cheerful laughter, which ignored everyone around him, startled the other diners in the restaurant and made Ming Fuluo even more uneasy.

"So, dear Helen, you think I am not playing by the rules, don't you?"

"I just--"

"Okay." Anser interrupted Ming Fuluo, then wiped his mouth with the silk scarf in his pocket and said calmly, "It's almost time to end it."

It's over, the end of the game.

Ming Fuluo's pupils suddenly contracted. These calm words almost made her heart stop.

No matter how confused she was about the future, Ming Furo's deep-seated desire made her not want this change to end so abruptly.

Because she did see that most people in Watson Territory were able to eat enough, and the killer called hunger was about to disappear from this land.

She was afraid of her own emptiness under this achievement, but she absolutely did not want this achievement to disappear.

And what if the game ends, what if... what if father no longer protects this land.

The extraordinary people will plunder everything and destroy everything. No extraordinary person will care about the common people. No...

When this thought came to my mind, Anser's sneer seemed to ring in my ears again:

[Since you have lived such a privileged life for the past twenty-one years, and have never even left the imperial capital, how could you have such strong empathy with the common people? ]

Ming Fuluo's fingertips trembled slightly. She looked into Ansel's eyes and found that he was also looking at her.

Those sea-blue eyes are as clear and bright as ever, full of intoxicating charm.

But Ming Fuluo could only see the condescending coldness in these eyes.

I can't escape anymore...

No matter what she did, she would involuntarily recall Ansel's words that were enough to shake her determination. No matter what she did, she would realize that she had no way of recognizing change and was powerless to do anything.

Even if the opportunity to end everything is right in front of me, as long as the game is over, I can be free, but I... can't agree to it.

I can't just sit there and watch this glimmer of hope die out. Otherwise, it would be an unforgivable betrayal to Grandpa, to Hendrick and the others, to the Tower of Babel, and to everything I stand for.

Therefore, one must turn to the devil who pushed oneself into the abyss for help, pray for his magnanimity, beg for his kindness, beg him to continue to maintain this game that has no value to him.

This time, she herself sent herself into the despair of nothingness.

An unsolvable... dead end.

It doesn’t matter.

Ming Fuluo's heart started beating again, and she told herself this in her heart.

There is a time limit for the transformation of the soil by the strengthening agent. As long as all the agents are used up and the existing agents on the soil fade away, they will not be reverse analyzed by other extraordinary people. As long as it takes a while, and a while...

As for everything else, continuing to play the role of his daughter, dignity, self, can all be abandoned, even if I have to face the torture of self-denial...it doesn't matter.

Ming Fuluo would not allow the only signpost in the endless chaos to be lost.

Sacrifice... No one is irrevocable, including me.

No matter how much she feared the feeling of nothingness that would uproot her persistence, Ming Fuluo still wanted to maintain the already lit flame and prevent it from being snatched away by the fire thief.

"Father...I'm sorry."

The genius scholar who was once so proud and confident, now willingly played the role of "daughter". She tried her best to flatter the boy who looked at her indifferently, and begged softly: "Can this game be extended for a while? Just for a while... Finally, it will be extended for another month."

"extend?"

Anser raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you think that I intend to end this game on my own initiative? No, no no no... Ming Fuluo, it's not me who will end this game."

He stood up and walked straight out of the restaurant. Ming Fuluo had no choice but to follow him. Ansel's words just now made her feel relieved, but at the same time, she felt a hint of unspeakable fear.

It wasn't Anser who ended the game... then who would it be?

Young Hydra came to the door of the restaurant. The owner was smoking a local cigarette and looking at the restaurant across the street with a sad expression.

"What's wrong, boss?" Anser started chatting with him, "Your business is obviously doing well."

"What's not bad... This is the best time in the past few days."

The boss smiled bitterly and said, "The store across the street has attracted customers from all over the city. It's owned by the Pelican Chamber of Commerce. At the beginning, before we even started buying ingredients from the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, they used such high-quality ingredients to make low-priced dishes and attracted customers away. By the time we had no choice but to buy ingredients from the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, it was too late. We couldn't keep our prices as low as theirs."

"In the end, a restaurant relies on the chef's skills."

"There aren't that many great chefs out there. Most people can't taste the difference."

The boss threw his cigarette to the ground in frustration, stomped it out with his feet, and sighed, "The Pelican Chamber of Commerce's store is cheap and the ingredients are good, which is already attractive enough. If I hadn't opened this store for five or six years and had many regular customers, they would probably be so jealous that they would go crazy now."

As he said this, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously and smiled with difficulty: "Actually, I'm almost going crazy. The Pelican Chamber of Commerce has started to raise the purchase price, but can we not buy it? If we don't buy it, where can we find so many ingredients of the same quality as his? It will be even more expensive! But if it goes on like this... who knows how high those guys will raise the price?"

The man turned to look at his own shop, with a look of reluctance on his face: "I heard from Old Kahn that as long as they agree to let the Pelican Chamber of Commerce take over and give them a fixed share of the income every month, they can get the ingredients at a cheaper price... If I want to continue running the business in the future, I guess this is the only way."

"In other words, you are going to hand over the restaurant you have run for so many years to someone else?" Ansel asked in surprise.