The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"What else can we do? Go bankrupt and close down?" The boss sighed. "We are lucky. We still have a chance to make money... The farmers are miserable. No one wants to buy their vegetables even though they are rotting in the fields. In a village outside the city, it seems that another farmer hanged himself yesterday."

Anser expressed his regret for this and then walked towards the gate of the small town.

Ming Fuluo quickly followed Anser, her eyes fluctuating with the words of the restaurant owner.

Not just…farmers?

"Isn't it strange?" Anser, who was walking in front of Ming Fuluo, suddenly said, "A restaurant that could obviously benefit from cheaper and higher-quality ingredients has fallen into such a terrible situation as described by that boss?"

Before Ming Fuluo could speak, Anser said:

"You are too naive, or rather... too self-righteous, Ming Fuluo."

Anser stopped and turned to look at the doll lady who had completely lost her genius and looked like a child, helpless and bewildered. The corners of his mouth turned up and he laughed sarcastically:

"The change you see is the world's leap forward, like the transformation of the mundane into the extraordinary. So... how should we view it? Do you think that this is like the formula you wrote down during your research, that as long as you fill in a certain number, you will automatically get a perfect answer in the end?"

He was no longer gentle, patient, and no longer provided Ming Fuluo with any guidance or instruction. Instead, he pointed out her mistakes in a cold and indifferent manner.

Such a pure and extreme gap has made Ming Fuluo unable to recover from the beginning.

Even though Anser no longer called Ming Fuluo "Helen", she said in a panic: "Father, I didn't--"

"You didn't? But you clearly don't understand anything, do you?"

The boy pinched the doll lady's cheek roughly. The condescending contempt on his face was so obvious that his attitude was just like... "I'm tired of playing house with you."

"Do you think that food production only affects farmers? Do you know how many industries are closely tied to food and rise and fall with its fluctuations?"

"Do you know how terrifying the dominance of a chamber of commerce will be in this industry and related industries when it completely monopolizes all resources without any threats?"

“Do you know how many people are working in these industries and what impact these fluctuations will have on them?”

"Do you really think..."

The venomous snake revealed his cruel and hideous face, and poured venom on the helpless puppet:

"Without the intervention of the extraordinary, and with the rules restricted by me, as long as enough food is produced, will everyone be able to eat their fill?"

After staring at Ming Fuluo, whose pupils were shrinking and trembling, for a long time, Anser suddenly laughed:

"very nice."

He leaned down intimately, pressed his lips against Ming Fuluo's cheek, and whispered, "What I expect is the way you are now, my dear Ming Fuluo."

"Fear, panic, helplessness, powerlessness. It seems that you have some misunderstandings about my attitude towards you before, but for me, it was just for fun. Don't forget-"

"As early as three years ago." Ansher gently bit her earlobe. Such an ambiguous action made Ming Fuluo's heart ache.

"You just abandoned me."

"..."

The delicate scholar's purple eyes lost some of their luster at that moment.

All the intimacy, enthusiasm, and tireless teaching that Ansel had shown during this period of time, which had made him addicted and even dependent, were torn to pieces by his few words now.

This extremely violent impact caused her mind to go blank for a moment, and at this moment, fragmented memories were like lightning, ruthlessly and cruelly bombarding her mind with unbearable pain.

[Do you believe that the soul can be shaped, Ming Fuluo? ]

[The foundation of the extraordinary, the unique source of every extraordinary person, it... can be shaped and created. ]

[——The most outstanding alchemist can even do this]

"Uh... ah!"

Myron never told Ming Fuluo that the restoration of memory was so painful, so painful that it was simply unbearable.

It doesn't feel like recovering so-called memories, but rather, being infused with... fragments of the soul?

The unbearable pain made Ming Fuluo fall to her knees, holding her head tightly with both hands. She tried hard not to groan in pain, but her physiological instinct mercilessly exposed her misery at the moment.

Ansel, who was standing next to her, just looked down at her expressionlessly without making any movement.

"Why?" He chuckled. "Do you remember the night you broke up with me? Do you remember the betrayal you hated and why it happened?"

"...No, I, Anser...father."

The petite scholar stumbled to Anser's side with difficulty and grabbed his trouser leg.

How could Mingflora Zeger, who looked down on all the warlock geniuses in the empire and could exchange inspiration and creativity with fifth-level warlocks, have ever been so embarrassed?

But this time, she seemed not just embarrassed, she did this out of choice.

Because Miss Doll was scared.

Only when you lose something can you appreciate its preciousness. Ming Fuluo often missed the days when Ansel was by her side. The two of them had such a tacit understanding that any problem could be easily solved.

But this kind of nostalgia is just nostalgia. For the very realistic Ming Furo, everything that happened three years ago is gone, and the current Ansor is not willing to lend a helping hand, so there is no point in spreading these nostalgia.

But now, at this moment, Ming Furo, who had experienced Ansel's tenderness and care in the past month, and especially his extremely profound and clear insights into the field of change that she had never set foot in and had no understanding of, made it impossible for Ming Furo to let go.

She couldn't lose the present Anser.

If she lost it, she would have to face the terror alone, the terror of being unable to understand why she wanted to change the empire and pursue her ideals even though she had no knowledge of the so-called changes and had no basis for empathy with the civilians, the terror of extreme nihilism that denied the meaning of her existence.

At this moment, Ming Furo even forgot that her current situation was created by Ansher himself.

"At least let me..." Ming Fuluo frowned as she felt the pain of her memory recovery. She said with great difficulty, "At least let me... stay with you until the end of this game."

Anser looked down at the poor puppet clutching his trouser legs and sighed softly, "You are so weak now that it is unbearable to watch, Ming Fuluo."

Anser said this with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I promise. You can stay with me until the end of the game. But don't expect me to play house games with you like before."

He pulled up Ming Fuluo's petite and light body, and whispered with interest:

"On the contrary, I want you to recognize yourself once again, and realize how shallow and... empty you really are."

Thus, their short journey began.

At the first stop, the two came to a relatively wealthy city that was ranked among the top in Watson Territory.

Due to its good foundation, the power of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce is not very large here. Several local chambers of commerce are barely protecting the grain industry from being destroyed by the horrific dumping of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, but they are already stretched to the limit.

"The president of this chamber of commerce is a rare good businessman." Outside an open-air cafe in the upper city, Anser gently shook the wine and looked at the middle-aged man who was giving a speech on the roadside. He said leisurely, "Even though the farmers' grain can no longer be sold, he is still using his own money to cover their losses, trying to hedge against the grain from the Pelican Chamber of Commerce at a lower price. This has indeed helped to slow down the complete destruction of the local grain industry, but how long can he hold on like this?"

"Look, Ming Fuluo."

Anser smiled brightly and said, "A businessman with a conscience is even rarer in this world than a noble with a conscience. Perhaps in a dozen days, he will go bankrupt because of his protection of the peasants."

"Oh, by the way, this is just an individual in the general trend, an individual who can be sacrificed... Well, let's ignore him."

Ming Furo looked at the haggard businessman on the roadside who was calling on people to help the local farmers. She saw him shouting in a hoarse voice for a long time, "They also provided you with food," and finally lowered his eyes silently.

The individuals who were sacrificed...don't care.

At the end of the journey, Ming Fuluo heard from Ansel that the merchant was dead.

He died in the conflict between the people and farmers. The farmers complained that they had worked hard for years, but in the end not only did they not receive any gratitude, but they were thrown aside like garbage. The people believed that there was nothing wrong with buying cheap and high-quality food, and it was your business if you couldn't grow it... The conflict between the two broke out one day and became out of control. The businessman went to the scene to mediate and finally died in the chaos.

At their second stop, they came to a very barren small city, the poorest that Ming Fuluo had ever seen. What was surprising was that not only was there no trace of the Pelican Chamber of Commerce in this city, but the grain that was sold to various places in Watson Territory was also not here.

"So you don't even know who the farmer's land belongs to, right?"

Anser, standing on the city wall, mocked Ming Fuluo: "Some farmers are able to obtain enough autonomy and can trade independently with grain merchants and grain merchants. That's because their lords have no intention of interfering with the farmland and only collect the most basic taxes."

"But in theory..."

Young Hydra looked at the luxurious fortress standing in the distance in this barren territory, and disgust flashed in his eyes: "The farmers' farmland belongs to the lord of the territory who rules their village. He has the right to control the food on the farmland. The farmers are just his labor. In this case... the food itself is his property."

"Even if the Pelican Chamber of Commerce can provide a lot of tax revenue, and it may even be more than what he earns from selling grain, how can such a selfish and greedy lord with a strong desire for control allow something that not only makes his property worthless, but also completely destroys his control over the civilians?"

No unfair competition? Fine, then I won't give you any chance to compete and will directly refuse the Pelican Chamber of Commerce from entering my territory.

"That's why I said, do you really think everyone can eat enough?"

Anser stroked Ming Fuluo's face, looked into her empty and dim purple eyes, and said leisurely: "I don't believe that with your ability, you can't deduce this possibility. You just... simply don't know."

"Yes, you simply don't know how the world works, but you still want to change it... Haha, I don't mean anything else, dear Ming Fuluo, I just think it's very interesting."

Miss Doll's eyes, which were already a little dim, became even darker.

You know nothing, yet you try to change everything.

Ansher mercilessly exposed this nothingness, without any warmth or guidance to Ming Furo, but simply revealed the thing that Ming Furo was most afraid to face.

"Oh, by the way, I remember asking you what you would do if you were faced with someone who stood in your way, right?"

Anser, looking at the castle in the city, suddenly spoke, his expression expectant and his face full of smiles.

"Come."

The young Hydra held Ming Fuluo's hand with the bracelet and said, "Show me."

"..." Ming Fuluo raised her hand silently, and the microscopic insect Nidhogg flew out of the bracelet and formed a sniper rifle.

The puppet raised the muzzle of the gun without saying a word, and through the background, saw the fat nobleman sitting in the sun outside the castle terrace.

Interests, power, desire.

When farmers were risking their lives for survival and civilians were praying for a full meal, he directly cut off the supply of countless food for these things.

And there are many such people in the empire.

From farmer to Chamber of Commerce, from Chamber of Commerce to city lord, and above that, what else is there?

There are also lords, more powerful nobles, larger chambers of commerce, and... extraordinary people who are above everything.

Ming Fuluo...you who know nothing, how can you change all this?

The puppet's eyes grew dimmer as he thought so and pulled the trigger silently.

Blood splattered in the magnifying glass. This was the first time Ming Furo had killed someone with her own hands, but she felt nothing.

"Nothing's going to change, is it?"

Ming Fuluo put away Nidhogg and said in a silent voice.

"Even if we kill him, his offspring will most likely not be good people. Nothing in this city will change."

Anser was stunned for a moment, then half-closed his eyes and smiled: "You are still as smart as ever, Ming Fuluo."

"…But I can't change anything, father." Ming Fuluo whispered, "Nothing can be changed."

Ansher did not answer, but took Ming Fuluo to the next stop of the journey.

At the third stop, they did not enter the territory, but came to an ordinary village.

It’s ordinary, but not too ordinary, because there was a farmer in this village who became the lucky one to be chosen to go to Little Pelican City.

He sent a lot of things to the village, most of which were naturally sent to his family. Anser and Ming Fuluo, who had disguised themselves, were visiting this person's home. The peasant woman who served them soup muttered, "So... they are really crazy. If Henk hadn't been a big shot now, the old man would probably be gone. My family, Ger, is also in danger. Alas..."

The peasant woman disdainfully criticized the violence and madness of some farmers from the neighboring village and the same village. They tried to put pressure on Henk by kidnapping his father to make him feel scared, but the matter was solved by thugs hired by the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, who killed several farmers without mercy.

Since then, there were only three or two young men left in the village to guard the uncultivated fields. The other farmers went crazy or left, and no one knew where they went.

Anser and Ming Fuluo both knew where they went. They killed a group of their own kind and then died in the small territory called the Land of Miracles.

"There are fewer and fewer people in the village... But it doesn't matter, we will soon move to Qingling City to live in a big house and stay far away from these crazy people!"

The peasant woman thought so, and then she smiled kindly at Anser and Ming Fuluo: "Take your time to eat. I haven't seen guests for a while."

After eating and drinking, the two wandered around the deserted village. The farmlands had almost been abandoned, with only a few fields still being cultivated.

There happened to be two young men working hard, and Anser stood beside the ridge and asked loudly, "Why are there only two of you working in the fields? Where are the others?"

A young man looked up, glanced at Anser, and said in a muffled voice, "No one is farming anymore. They all ran away or died."

"Die?"

"That bastard Henk not only used witchcraft to force us to stop selling our grain, but he also hired someone to beat the villagers to death!"

Another young man wielding a hoe lowered his head, his words filled with hatred: "Damn bastard... Sooner or later, sooner or later, I will kill that bastard with my own hands! If Big Brother and the others don't reply in three days, I will go by myself!"

"...I'll go too. Dad has died of illness anyway. If my eldest brother doesn't come back, we can go together to kill Henk and destroy the fields that have been bewitched!"

"Come to think of it, who are you and what are you doing in our village?"