The villain's way to tame the protagonist

How could that be... a lie?

Why do you think it is a lie?

It needs to be clearer, just one more thing... the last point!

Ming Fuluo, the Ming Fuluo of now, the phantom penetrated by the rainstorm shouted to Anser in his memory:

"Anser... why! What on earth made you give up? If it was... if you told me, how could I not believe you, Anser... Anser!"

As the deep floating feeling came, Ming Fuluo's tone became more and more flustered. She anxiously asked questions to the phantom in her memory, but as expected, she did not get any answer.

As her consciousness gradually rose from illusion to reality, Ming Fuluo was still asking herself like crazy -

Did Anser...did he tell me his difficulties? What were his difficulties?

"woke up?"

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Fuluo heard a voice coming from her ear.

It is not a reappearance of illusory memory, but a reality where one can feel the temperature.

Miss Doll found that her body was not as painful as she had imagined. She opened her eyes with some difficulty, and saw a big, fair and tender face.

"Wow...Anser, what's wrong with her eyes."

The girl squatting beside Ming Fuluo with her face in her hands said in surprise: "It feels like I haven't slept for a month. It's like I'm dead."

"Move over, Xi'er."

"Oh."

Xitana obediently stepped aside, so Ming Fuluo was able to look the boy in the eye.

It was still those ocean blue eyes, but they were completely different from the ones they had seen during the rainstorm.

Ming Fuluo had a lot of words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say anything. And for some reason, Ansel didn't say anything either, just looked at her quietly.

The two stared at each other for a long time, until Miss Hitana became a little anxious, and then Anser spoke:

"Ming Fuluo, am I not something expendable?"

"……what?"

"I mean, what made you willing to not be able to exchange those potions, willing to endure such inhuman torture, but not to provide Ivora with ether weapons?"

He pointed at himself and said in a joking tone: "Is it really me?"

Ming Fuluo was silent for a moment, then nodded gently: "Yes."

"…Then let's get back to the question."

Anser squatted down, his eyes level with Ming Fuluo who was lying on the sofa, staring into those dim purple eyes: "Why don't you sacrifice me this time?"

The rainstorm appeared in Ming Fuluo's mind, as well as the boy's roar and expression under the rain.

The sad words of Enelissa came to mind.

She answered almost subconsciously:

"Because Anser will be...very sad."

Xitana was stunned for two seconds, then looked at Ming Furo with a vigilant and suspicious look, while Ansher moved his lips slightly, but his expression did not change.

"Then you really treat me like a child."

The young Hydra laughed heartily and said, "And it was too much... But your answer is interesting."

"But." Ming Fuluo stared at Anser, "I heard you say, Anser, that Ivora must pay the price."

"For now, you are still mine. She is challenging me by bullying you so casually."

Anser looked calm: "So of course she has to pay the price."

"Is this...?"

Ming Furo looked at Ansel's face, which showed no emotion, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Even in that gray space of memories, when looking at her deceased grandfather, Ming Furo did not feel that sense of security.

"And she did pay the price."

Anser pointed to the desk and said, "I got those medicines back for you. At the same time..."

At the moment when Ming Fuluo was stunned, he threw out a piece of news that made Miss Doll even more confused.

"I got the truth about Erion's death from her, according to the value."

The young Hydra stared at the slightly vibrating purple eyes and said calmly:

"Not a clue, not just a few words, but the complete truth."

He stuffed a scroll into Ming Fuluo's palm, then stood up and walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down.

"No need to thank me, this is the reward you deserve for protecting me. Oh, by the way... I have to remind you, Ming Fuluo."

The devil held his chin with one hand, looked at the puppet lady whose whole body was gradually trembling, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"You still have the right to regret now. Return it to me, then forget about it completely, as if it never existed, and continue to live peacefully."

Ming Fuluo did not respond to this sentence, but asked in a trembling voice:

"is this real?"

“I can vouch for its authenticity.”

Erion's death...a nightmare that tormented her for fifteen years.

Even in the detailed recollection just now, Ming Furo was so frightened that she simply skipped it. She remembered the despair, but did not want to recall any details.

And now, the truth is in her hands.

It is no longer an insignificant clue, no longer a mysterious word, but... the truth.

The truth that will allow grandpa to rest in peace.

And how could she possibly... retreat like this?

Miss Doll ignored Anser's warning and, with her unsteady hands, uncovered the scroll bit by bit.

As time passed bit by bit, Ming Furo remained in the posture of opening the scroll, motionless.

Anser closed his eyes and rested, while Xitana waited anxiously and could not help but lean her head towards Ming Fuluo to see the contents of the scroll. As soon as she got closer, she heard Ming Fuluo's subtle murmur:

"This is impossible...this is impossible..."

"What is possible or not, let me see--"

"This is impossible!"

The scream frightened Xitana, and Ming Fuluo tore the scroll into pieces like a madman, fell off the sofa to the ground, staggered towards Anser, grabbed his trouser legs and roared: "Anser... this is fake, right? You lied to me, you want to make me collapse, right? Right! This is-"

"You can verify the answer yourself. It's very simple, isn't it?" Anser responded lightly.

Ming Fuluo was stunned for a few seconds, then fled out of the office in a panic like a disabled person who had just recovered.

"Why does she look like she's seen a ghost..." Xitana picked up the fragments of the scroll with a puzzled look on her face. The Wind Head connected the information and pieced together the whole picture, "Erion Zeg, died of..."

"Hmm...Hmm?! What is this?!"

Amid Xitana's screams as if she had seen a ghost, Ansher half-closed his eyes and stared at the door of the office, as if staring at Ming Furo's staggering back.

Just now, he actually considered for a moment that he might not tell Ming Fuluo the truth and complete the last step of the training.

Because Ming Fuluo’s performance just now seemed to be enough, and there was no need to... destroy it completely.

But it really wasn’t possible.

Young Hydra murmured this in his heart.

It's like you're telling me, telling me - look, this girl is already so obedient to you, she cares about you so much that she's willing to give up the things that she puts first, why do you have to continue to destroy it? Isn't this enough?

Ha...hehehe...

If you're trying to tell me that this is enough, then it's definitely... not enough.

Ming Fuluo, dear Ming Fuluo, I'm so sorry.

You are unwilling to sacrifice me, but I can sacrifice you.

What's more... I still left you a chance.

Anser closed his eyes and whispered softly:

"This is a fair bet."

Chapter 7: The Only Color Part (K)

Hendrick and other senior executives of Babel are meeting to discuss the future direction of Babel.

As for why a meeting was suddenly held at this time...

Of course, it was because the person they were holding on to suddenly gave an order, requiring them to come up with a clear development strategy for the next ten years at today's meeting.

Although this request was unexpected, it was quite normal for Ansel, as an investor and supporter, to ask them to do so. Therefore, Hendrick and his friends did not think much about it. Instead, they were very excited and started the meeting with great anticipation.

"In addition to the creation of new alchemical tools and equipment...we should focus more on education."

Rong Geer interlaced his fingers and suggested: "There are still many low-level extraordinary people in the empire. In order to obtain resources and knowledge, they have to work for the nobles and more powerful extraordinary people... This is not only a waste, but also easily leads them astray."

"Absorb more low-level extraordinary people? Then we need to transfer a lot of manpower from the research and development field to the teaching field. Since Lord Anser wants us to achieve results, the focus should be on the actual development field."

Someone frowned and raised an objection, which was indeed reasonable. Rong Geer rubbed his temples and had no way to refute. He could only say helplessly: "But I think that Lord Anser is not such a short-sighted person. A better era requires more talents to support it. He will understand this truth..."

"On the contrary, I think it is more important to continue to explore the most cutting-edge etheric theories." A mature-looking man waved his hands excitedly, "Jungel also said that our authority in the academic world is no longer what it used to be... We should explore new frontiers and new fields. Isn't Ming Fuluo's data system a good example? The entire sorcerer field is crazy about this unparalleled creation!"

"What Babel lacks the least is passion and creativity! We can definitely build a new industrial system, energy system, and even..."

"No, no, no, Buck, you're thinking too far ahead. It's too unrealistic. I support Mikkelv. In order to ensure that Lord Anser will continue to support us, we must focus on the development of physical objects. We must ensure that we can come up with something that will impress Lord Anser in every cycle, and then..."

The discussion in the conference room gradually became more intense. Everyone expressed their opinions. Loud, calm, and passionate voices filled the conference room. This noisy scene should have been a headache, but Hendrick watched the scene in front of him with great peace and joy. After more than ten years of arduous journey, he had never been so relaxed.

“Why not try both?”

In the midst of endless arguments, Hendrick shouted: "All realms... move forward together!"

"Let Babel Tower become an organization that cultivates extraordinary talents, has a mature alchemy industry system, and expands the boundaries of extraordinary academics!"

He stood up, his expression was enthusiastic, his eyes were bright, and his proud voice drowned out all the discussions: "The experiment of soil strengthening agent was a great success. That little Pelican City, that Watson Territory has become a place of miracles. I think everyone should have been paying attention to it."

"With the help of Lord Anser, no one has tried to steal our achievements. This not only proves Lord Anser's power and influence, but also shows that... he has always been interested in our direction. We have every reason to be more courageous. Lord Anser may not want results, but this kind of courage, this kind of... ambition!"

Hendrick, who had been servile to too many forces and too many powerful people in the Ether Court, Ivora and the Imperial Capital for more than ten years, finally saw the dawn of hope. As he spoke so passionately, his eyes were slightly red.

He was not excited because he could finally stand up straight and speak, but because... after such a long period of suffering, he finally saw the possibility that he had almost given up.

The transformation of the empire...maybe it can actually happen!

The man looked at the people in the conference room who had quieted down. Most of them were his close friends and former classmates who had helped each other for more than a decade. For Babel Tower to have come this far, everyone had paid immeasurable efforts and costs.

"If we can do this, if Babel can do this."

He closed his eyes, as if imagining that future, and said with great satisfaction: "Then he will definitely feel relieved."

bang——

As he said this, the door of the conference room was suddenly kicked open.

The enthusiastic and hopeful atmosphere just now froze slightly, and everyone turned their eyes to the uninvited guest who broke into the meeting.

"...Ming Fuluo? Didn't you say that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess was in trouble..."

"What were you talking about just now?"

Ming Fuluo, holding the door handle tightly, spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Regarding the future development of the Tower of Babel...Ming Fuluo, what's wrong with you?"

Rong Geer responded like this, and at the same time he had already noticed that Ming Fuluo's condition was very abnormal, and stood up with some concern: "You seem very-"