The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Mrs. Hydra, who wanted to run to hug her son, tripped over the vase at her feet and almost fell. Ansel looked at the vase and bouquet that rolled to the ground, sighed helplessly, walked to Anilissa, and helped her clean up the scene.

"Father said he would take you to stay on the Notoun for a while." Anser said softly, "He asked me to come and say goodbye to you."

"What goodbye...it makes me feel like I'm not coming back."

Anilissa said with some displeasure: "Mel is really bad at talking... Forget it, Arthur, you know he is afraid of loneliness, otherwise why would he like to have Lawrence accompany him? I will stay with him for a while, and I will come back after Mel finishes that mysterious thing."

She looked at her son's handsome face, suddenly smiled and stretched out her hand to pinch him: "If you are afraid of loneliness, you can also come to the Notong to find me."

"...That's not necessary."

Anilissa rarely showed any temper, but replied in a gentler tone: "That's good, even if I'm not with you, Arthur, you won't feel lonely."

Anser paused as he was tidying up the bouquet.

"Mother."

He slightly emphasized his words: "You just said that father can't speak."

"Hahahaha, I just think that little Xitana and little Helen... there will be more people around you in the future. I'm not saying anything discouraging."

Madam Hydra snorted and raised her chin. "I am very afraid of death and pain! In the past, when that guy Mel asked me to take risks, I would not move unless I could be guaranteed that nothing would happen. How could anything happen?"

She looked at Anser who was silent, blinked, and lowered the tone she had just raised.

"So, Arthur will never be lonely in the future, right?"

"……perhaps."

"No, it can't be possible!" Anelsa stared at him.

Anser was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly and said, "When I feel lonely, I will come to you. Is that okay?"

Anilissa just wanted this answer, wanted her to be independent, and wanted her son, who was also drifting away, to rely on her. Anser knew this very well.

But this time, he heard his mother say.

"No, that's not it, Arthur."

Anilissa held Anser's cheek, her long golden hair falling from her temples shining brightly.

"What I want to hear is that you will never be lonely again, whether I am here or not."

Anser looked at his mother for a while, then suddenly took off her hand and responded calmly: "Why are you suddenly talking to me about such a serious topic? Did something serious happen?"

This sentence made Anilissa stunned for two seconds, and then her eyes quickly became clear: "It's nothing serious... No! Arthur, what do you mean! I'm talking to you about a serious topic, does it mean a serious accident has happened? I'm going to be angry with you, your mother!"

Anser calmly helped Anilissa arrange the vases: "I've already said hello. I'll be leaving now, mother."

"You—go away, go away, don't bother me anymore."

Mrs. Hydra sat back in the center of the flowers angrily, folded her arms, and didn't even look at Anser who was about to leave the flower room.

But when Anser had already stepped out of the flower room and was about to close the door, Anilissa suddenly turned around and said with a gentle and bright smile:

"Arthur! When Hello Mel is free someday, let's go see the flowers together, okay?"

"..."

Ansher stopped walking and did not respond, but simply closed the door.

But when he tilted his head and saw through the crack in the door that his mother's expression was tolerant and gentle, without any negative disappointment at the last moment, he still lowered his head and whispered to the crack in the door:

"Okay, mother."

"It's a deal!" Anelissa peeked towards the crack in the door and waved her hands vigorously.

"It's settled, mother."

The young Hydra closed the door and walked away.

This corridor that he had walked through countless times seemed inexplicably long in his eyes at this moment.

The father obtained the final material, and Helen's training had come to an end.

Ansir Hydra walked like this, passing a warm section of the road that was just illuminated by the sunlight, and suddenly stopped at a hidden node that was not illuminated by the sunlight.

Because he saw Xitana and Helen sitting side by side below the suspended corridor, seemingly discussing something.

Destiny, success or failure.

In the predetermined future he has witnessed and in the unknown future he is about to embrace, the most important turning point is about to come.

Ansher had been waiting for a long time, and had already made preparations and was ready... to awaken.

The young Hydra withdrew his gaze. He did not stay in the sunlight, but crossed the boundary between light and darkness without hesitation and walked into the boundless shadow.

"...So, I plan to comfort Ansel first. Hey... Hey! Are you listening to me? I am so generous, sharing with you... with you——"

With a red face, Xitana yelled in Helen's ear, while Helen, who had raised her head, looked up thoughtfully. After thinking for a moment, she turned to look at Xitana:

"No, this matter...you should do it yourself, Miss Sitana."

"Wha, what?"

"When it comes to pleasing my father, you are far more capable than I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm not belittling your value... I also hope to have the ability to completely comfort my father and make him relax."

"only……"

Helen looked at her hands and said softly, "But this really doesn't suit me."

Will Mr. Flamel really choose to exchange the emperor? What exactly is he going to study? And what is the connection between that thing and the node that Mr. Flamel mentioned, "six years ago, they were apart more often than they were together"?

Helen didn't know the answers to these questions, but fortunately, she had plenty of time.

It would take at least two or three years or even longer before the Emperor and Flamel completely lost control and destroyed themselves. During this time, if we focused all our attention on weapons that could nearly kill gods... perhaps, we could avoid many terrible outcomes.

As she thought about it, a handful of Nidhoggs flew out from the dim bracelet. When gathered together, they could only barely be seen as a small black dot. The mysterious killer took away most of the Nidhoggs, but as if to mock her, he left behind a few that could no longer play any role.

And before that, there were other threats, or... tests from my father.

Helen let the tiny cluster of Nidhoggs rest on her fingertips and whispered softly in her heart:

I will definitely get my father's approval, become his chief, contribute my strength to him, and I will definitely be able to -

……and many more.

The petite scholar suddenly noticed that the remaining Nidhogg cluster seemed a little strange.

They are still somewhat out of their control and are arranging...

A password?

Chapter 6: "Gambling" (K)

In the lounge, Anser, stroking Xitana's head, looked through the window at the workshop production line below.

"According to Mr. Hendrick's report, the output of energy generators has reached 500 units per day. If the limitations of materials and manpower can be resolved, this output should be able to increase by about one-half."

Marina, who was standing behind the sofa, held a recording board and reported to Anser in a gentle voice: "Mr. Anser, are the first batch of energy devices going to be deployed into the territory?"

Scratching Miss Wolf's chin gently as she rested her head on his legs, Anser chuckled as she purred comfortably, "Go ahead and make the arrangements. Someone will take over from you."

"Yes, I understand."

Marina didn't know what the function of this energy device was, but Ansher seemed to value it very much. After completely mastering the Tower of Babel, Ansher seldom came here. He usually came here not for any project, but for Miss Helen who had become his "daughter".

It was naturally rare for Ansel to come and inspect a special project in person. Marina raised the importance of this matter by several levels and already had a plan in mind.

"By the way, Miss Helen——"

Before she finished her words, there was a knock on the door.

"Father, can I come in?"

Hitana, who had looked relaxed just now, frowned as if facing a great enemy. After Anser responded, the petite scholar, who had changed her clothing style, pushed the door open and walked in.

Miss Helen's upper body is no longer the unchanging white coat of the past, but a long gray trench coat. The waist ties outline her extremely slender waist curve while highlighting her distinct hip line. The hip skirt has become black hot pants, and the semi-transparent flesh-colored black tights wrap her plump legs. The strappy high heels on her feet not only try to support her height, but also bring a different kind of charm.

Although it was a look of a mature beauty that was completely different from her appearance and body shape, Helen managed to pull it off perfectly. Perhaps this had something to do with her figure, which looked petite at first glance, but in fact had a subtle and sexy look in certain parts, especially the fullness of her hips and legs.

"Energizer...Are you sure you want to push for mass production now?"

Helen seemed a little nervous, and she obviously knew what the energizer did.

She walked up to Anser and asked softly, "Isn't it too early?"

"No, this is good, it's time."

With one hand, Ansher stroked Xitana, who was still resting her head on his thigh but staring at Helen with a vigilant look. With the other hand, he reached to the top of Helen's head and rubbed her head.

"It seems that the shadow that day left on you was too great, and you haven't gotten over it yet."

He whispered lovingly, "Don't worry, leave everything to me. The mistakes that Ming Fuluo made will never happen to me. You have witnessed it, haven't you? Dear Helen."

"..."

Helen's expression gradually relaxed. She held Ansel's hand lovingly and murmured, "Yes, father, if it were you, you would definitely be able to do it."

This overly harmonious atmosphere made Xitana, who was caught in the middle, feel very uncomfortable. Helen was clearly calling Anser "father"...but why did I act more like a child? This is not right!

"Ahem... Ahem! Anser!"

Sitana interrupted the two loudly: "So, so that... that energy device, what is it used for?"

"You can think of it as... a device that encompasses most of the functions of ether collection, storage, and purification. It is an excellent, brilliant, and amazingly effective device, but it doesn't look that groundbreaking."

The girl didn't understand what Anser was talking about and said in confusion: "If he's not that powerful, then why did Anser go there in person?"

“Because it’s an important stepping stone.”

The young Hydra smiled as he looked at the seemingly ordinary special vessels on the production line, a flash of fire in his eyes that flashed and then went out.

“It’s… the eve of change.”

Having said this, Ansel stood up and held out his hand to Helen:

"Come on, Helen. Let's go and have a look together."

The petite scholar held Anther's hand tightly, and Sitana hugged Anther's arm without giving in. Miss Marina, who was at the back, smiled helplessly and shook her head, but she was not bothered by the fact that she didn't have a seat of her own.

Quite the contrary... She felt that there was no place where she could feel more at ease than behind Ansher.

Anser and his party walked out of the lounge in the workshop. Hendrick, who was directing the production line because of Anser's arrival, immediately came up to them and said respectfully:

"Lord Anser! The production of the energy-enhancing device is going smoothly!"

Before Hendrick appeared, Helen let go of Ansel's hand. She obediently carried out Ansel's request and still acted as Ming Furo in front of outsiders.

"Marina has already reported to me." Anser smiled at Hendrick, "Thank you for your hard work, Hendrick."

"No, no, no... It is my, Babel's, honor and duty to serve you."

Hendrick lowered his head deeply, trying his best not to look at Ming Fuluo beside Ansher.

The words of the girl whom he treated as his own daughter made Hendrick sad but powerless. He asked himself, he had never thought of deceiving Ming Furo even for a moment, but with Erion's instigation, the final reality was so cold and cruel that it had nothing to do with his thoughts.

At the same time, he was also afraid that Ming Furo would work for Ivora privately, which would bring great disaster to the Tower of Babel.

But to his relief, Ansel seemed unaware of Mingfuluo's actions. Not only did he invest more and more resources in Babel, he also entrusted Babel to complete some of his needs. This attitude of completely treating Babel as his own made Hendrick feel a lot more at ease.

"Hendrick, what do you think is the value of these energy devices?"

Anser walked to the production line, reached out to touch the smooth surface of the finished product, and suddenly asked this.

“Value…” Hendrick was slightly stunned, and then gave his answer carefully, “According to the design ideas and construction principles you provided, the value of the Energizer should be the storage of Ether. If it is actually used… it should be used to support something that has a large demand for Ether. After all, the utilization rate and conversion rate of Ether in the Energizer are amazing…”

Helen, who was standing next to Ansel, lowered her eyes slightly, exuding a distinct indifference and disdain, as if she looked down on Hendrick's answer.

"Mr. Hendrick's answer is on point... Haha, I just asked casually, don't think too much about it."

Looking at Hendrick who was lost in thought again because of Helen's reaction, Anser chuckled and ended the topic: "Anyway, if you need anything next, just come to me."

This promise, which couldn't be simpler, made Hendrick feel at ease. He bowed again and said very seriously:

"Please rest assured! Babel Tower will do its best to fulfill your request!"

Anser patted Hendrick on the shoulder and said, "I believe in your abilities. Do your best."

"Yes, Lord Anser!"

Hendrick's respectful and humble, yet sincere and convinced appearance, and Anther's magnanimous attitude and style, make the atmosphere between them seem so harmonious - a wise leader with outstanding vision, open-mindedness and tolerance; a subordinate with extraordinary ability, loyalty and determination. The cooperation between Anther and Babel... is undoubtedly a good story destined to be passed down in history.

But in this extremely harmonious atmosphere, someone suddenly spoke:

"Do the best... possible."