The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"…There you go again, Ivola."

Anser could tell what the fire in her eyes was, and sighed as he placed his hand on her shoulder: "It seems that some of the things I exposed today have made your desire for me even stronger."

"..."

Ivora was stunned for a moment, then he touched his cheeks and mouth, and after confirming that he didn't show any hungry smile, he asked suspiciously: "Is it so obvious?"

"You wanted to tie me to the bed when I was eleven. I know too well what you were thinking in this regard."

Anser pushed Ivora away with a little force. He sat up from the bed, straightened his collar, and said slowly: "The scar will heal within three days. It's just a small matter. What's more, I haven't asked you for payment yet."

He glanced at the unhappy expression on the eldest princess' face and chuckled:

"Ming Fuluo will come to you soon and try to get those potions back."

"……snort."

Ivo pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Poor little doll, she must think it's her fault... Hahaha, so stupid that it makes people laugh! Well... But come to think of it, it seems that it can indeed be considered her fault."

"Remember, act badly and make it seem like it's going to be hard for me to get your consent."

"Are you doubting my acting skills?" Ivora snorted coldly, "You don't need to remind me of this kind of thing."

"Then let me remind you of something practical."

Anser stood up, staring at the bright scene outside the French window, and said indifferently:

"I know you're going to try to ask for more, but don't go too far, Ivola."

He turned his head to look at the eldest princess who was sitting with her legs crossed, looking very casual and relaxed. A flash of darkness flashed across her sea-blue eyes:

"Don't forget, I'm watching."

"…What on earth is so noteworthy about that little doll?"

Anser's undisguised cold threat made Ivora frown: "What on earth are you... Forget it, you won't tell me anyway."

It seemed that because he could destroy Susilen's plan immediately and get something good, Ivora licked his lips with great harvest:

"Then I'll give you a piece of advice, Anser - I'll remember this scar."

"Sooner or later..."

She touched her canine teeth and laughed wantonly: "I will leave a wound on your thing that will make you love and hate it."

Ivora's fiery laughter echoed in the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Anser looked at the bright scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window again and was too lazy to comment on Ivora's words.

He had no interest in this woman who was loyal to her desires but obviously too much, and whose head was filled with all kinds of desires. If he had any interest in her, it would only be to use her as a stress reliever after completely destroying her.

In Anser's opinion, such people who have no level of thinking can be equated with garbage.

But Ansel is still thinking about the question that Ivora just asked.

——What on earth am I thinking about Ming Fuluo?

He thought this way not for self-reflection, but simply to think about where fate would start.

But in fact... maybe Anser himself did not realize that he was thinking about this problem with such a purpose.

Thinking about this question, Anser just felt that at that moment, when Ming Fuluo was willing to admit her own nothingness, she still had the last bit of fragmented persistence in the so-called "ideal"...

He felt a genuine disgust, even... hatred.

And perhaps he didn't know who this disgust and hatred was directed at.

"After this redemption is completed, there is only one step left to the finale that I have prepared for you for three years."

Finally, Anser put aside his chaotic thoughts for the time being, smiled and whispered:

"Helen, Ming Fuluo..."

"Who will be the final winner?"

Chapter 78: The Only Color, Part 1

Inside the Tower of Babel, in Hendrick's office, Ivora was playing with the exquisite props that Hendrick had placed on the desk.

Opposite her, Ming Fuluo lowered her head slightly and remained silent with a humble attitude.

"I want to exchange those things back..."

The eldest princess, holding her chin with one hand, glanced up and down at the petite doll lady and suddenly smiled contemptuously: "What can you come up with?"

"…I will do my best to satisfy whatever you need."

"You are quite arrogant. Would you say such a thing to Anser?"

The angular machine twisted under Ivora's fingertips. This gadget seemed to be one of those educational toys that could be rotated and assembled into a specific shape, but its structure was so sophisticated and complex that it had long since left the category of toys. No one knew why this thing was placed on Hendrick's desk.

Ming Fuluo was unable to answer Ivora's question, and this gave the evil princess, who always did whatever she wanted, an excuse to attack. She raised the corner of her mouth, but said coldly:

"I don't understand what you are saying? Who allowed you to remain silent?"

The woman burned the toy until not even ashes were left, then leaned forward, raised her hand, grabbed Ming Fuluo's hair, and pulled her off the ground.

Looking at the other person's embarrassed look with a hint of pain, Ivola felt a pleasure from the bottom of her heart that made her want to moan out loud on the spot.

Torturing the people Anser cares about can bring Ivora great pleasure, but Xitana has received too much care and love from Anser, so Ivora has no way to start. However, this one in front of him...

The tyrannical eldest princess looked at the puppet that she had wantonly dominated and abused, and thought with some satisfaction -

Anser, this thing is destined to be broken by you, so it’s not too much for me to play with it first.

"I'm sorry... Your Highness, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Humph."

Ivora threw Ming Fuluo to the ground and leaned back in his chair lazily: "I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I have two conditions. If you agree, I will return the potions to you."

Ming Fuluo silently got up from the ground and lowered her head humbly: "Please tell me."

"First, my damn sister asked you to make a data system, right?"

Ivola's tongue slid across the upturned bright red lips, and his malice was evident in his fiery smile.

This was the fundamental purpose of the play that she and Ansher had agreed upon. In order to avoid a direct conflict with Efesand, she needed to use a more roundabout way to destroy Suslen's arrangement.

Ming Fuluo understood almost instantly what Ivora wanted to do. After a moment of silence, she whispered, "If you need, I can plant a loophole in Her Highness Susilen's data system that only I can find."

"Um……"

Ivola pounded on the table. She originally wanted Ming Furo to directly destroy that nonsense thing, but if it was to plant a loophole that could trick Su Silun anytime and anywhere... it seemed like a good idea.

When she thought she had achieved something, she burned it all down... wouldn't that be happier?

"Very well, that's it."

Ivora's smile became even brighter, and that unbridled smile looked so alluring on this purely beautiful face. Even though the scar on her cheek had not yet disappeared, it could not conceal this blood-stirring beauty.

However, anyone who has witnessed the cruelty and tyranny beneath this absolute beauty will no longer have any improper thoughts about it.

For Ming Fuluo, the first request was very simple, so simple that it was not a big deal to her.

If we have to say what the price is...it is nothing more than the moral failure to fulfill the contract between me and Su Silun, and the possible danger if Su Silun finds out later.

But everyone could see clearly that once the emperor died, Su Silun would not only bring danger to others, but it was hard to say whether she could still maintain her human dignity.

But Ming Fuluo didn't believe that this extremely selfish and greedy woman in front of her would give the potion to her so easily.

The second requirement may be the key point.

"As for the second request..."

Even though she was mentally prepared, Ming Furo was still slightly stunned by what Ivora said.

"Mechanical equipment."

Ivora supported himself on the desk with both hands and stood up. The burning desire in his eyes was chilling: "That thing, I want you, no... I want the entire Tower of Babel, build it for me with all your strength."

Ivora...why would you want a mecha suit?

Ming Fuluo couldn't figure out the answer to this question for a moment, but she still answered with difficulty: "If this is what you need, I will try my best-"

"Besides, I don't want the pile of scrap metal that the Ether Institute created."

This sentence really made Ming Fuluo stunned.

"Don't think I don't know who created that thing, Zeg."

Ivora leaned forward, her shadow completely covering the petite Ming Fuluo. The princess, looking down from above, released her pressure without disguising herself at all: "Ether Court? Ha... This is clearly the work of you and Anser."

"What I want is not the toy that Anser used to fool those old fools in the Ether Institute, but a more powerful weapon that I can use with all my strength!"

Looking at Ming Fuluo whose expression was becoming increasingly stiff, Ivora bared her fangs like a predator on the hunt:

"Give it to me, and I'll give you your little thing back."

Ivora...how does he know this?

The mechanical suit was jointly developed by Anser and Ming Furo, and is undoubtedly the strongest creation in terms of military power.

With the goal of exploring the dangerous Zero Point Maze, it is divided into three stages based on existing knowledge, technology, materials, and the overall level of alchemists.

The first stage, that is, the [Black Knight] made by the Ether Academy, is like forging a weapon, creating a "powerful independent individual" for people to drive. Because it is made mainly of powerful and rare materials, it was named material weapon by Anther.

And this first stage has almost reached the limit of current alchemy technology.

The second-stage mechanical equipment does not use a large amount of precious materials to pile up a controllable independent individual, but emphasizes the ultimate enhancement of the user himself. According to Anser's thinking, through this device, the user's manipulation and mastery of ether, and understanding and control of the elements can be maximized.

In other words, the second-stage mechanical equipment is not a powerful weapon that can be used by ordinary superhumans, but a cheating device that allows superhumans who already possess enormous power or even reach the pinnacle to take a step further in pure force!

Its name is... Ether Armor!

Only the top alchemists in the entire empire can successfully forge the mechanical equipment of this stage, which can be counted on one hand. The requirements it places on alchemists at all levels are extremely terrifying. At least the Tower of Babel does not have the ability to make it.

As for the third stage of mechanical equipment, it has already surpassed the limits of existing alchemical technology. In the entire empire... or even in the next few thousand years, only one person can create it.

That was Flamel Hydra.

Ming Furo no longer had time to think about how Ivola knew the details of the mechanical equipment, because when she heard this request, her first instinct was to refuse.

Although both her strength and status are enough to allow Ivora to run rampant in the empire, how could she, who is extremely thirsty for power, miss such an opportunity? And if an etheric weapon that can adapt to Ivora is really created, what will she do with this power?

...Anther.

Ming Fuluo's heart suddenly turned cold.

She thought of Anser, and of the calm yet frantic shot that young Hydra had fired in the Little Pelican City.

Miss Doll subconsciously looked at Ivora's profile. The wound that she had healed by forcibly burning it with the Flame of Feasting still had a distinct scar.

This must be an unforgivable shame for Ivora.

The conflict between Anser and Ivora was known to the entire empire. And for the tyrannical princess who did not need any reason to destroy and ruin, her revenge was probably already on the agenda.

Because she was afraid of the weapons that Lord Flamel made for Anther, she wanted to arm herself with ether... to increase her strength and take revenge on Anther?

Yes, Ivora doesn't need any more powerful power, because there is no one in this world who is worthy of her to deal with with stronger external force at this stage, except... Ansher.

Never agree to her, absolutely not.

“…Your Highness.”

Ming Fuluo closed her eyes and whispered, "If what you need is etheric weapons, I'm sorry... With the current abilities of Babel and I, there is no way to create them."

"Ok?"

Ivola's voice ended with a slight rise, and the flames in his eyes caused the temperature of the office to rise sharply, burning and stinging Ming Furo's skin, and even breathing air became a torture.

"Are you... rejecting me?"

She looked down at Ming Furo, with a terrifying brutality emerging from her eyes. The next second, Ming Furo suddenly looked distressed, staggered to the ground, and her body began to spasm violently.

Flames... Viscera...

Ivola stuffed a ball of fire into her internal organs!

"Cough...cough cough!"

Ming Fuluo vomited a mouthful of boiling red and black blood, and the blazing steam was enough to prove what kind of torture she was going through at the moment.

But the pitiful little puppet, lying on the ground, twitching and convulsing, just hunched over and responded with great difficulty: "I'm so sorry, Your Highness, I can't help it..."