The villain's way to tame the protagonist

After sighing, a hand with five slender and delicate fingers stretched out from behind the curtain: "Sit down first and have something to eat. Don't make it seem like I have no hospitality skills. You are... my most important guest, dear Anser."

Ansher didn't hesitate and walked to the long table and sat down. At this moment, the provocative body behind the curtain was only a few meters away from him.

The half-hidden veil could no longer block out anything, and Ansel could already see the body's boiling perfection and temptation, but he just poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip quietly.

"..."

Effisand, who did not receive the blazing gaze she expected, was silent for a while, but she did not take the matter to heart. She had to use every bit of her rationality she could muster, and it would be extremely difficult to accumulate it again, so she must not use it on meaningless things.

"First, I have to admit something, Anser."

The emperor stretched out his jade arm from behind the curtain, grabbed a grape, picked it, tilted his head back and put it into his mouth. During this process, the other two grapes also trembled noticeably.

"I have no animosity towards you and Flamel, but I do have some thoughts about you..."

Anser smiled and said, "Before I inherited my father's power, I didn't think there was anything worthy of your Majesty's hospitality."

"No... no no no, there are so many things about you that deserve my hospitality." Effisandre raised his voice in a happy tone, "Besides, I can also recognize your true value and true power."

Her breathing began to become rapid, and her tone was filled with greed and desire.

"Your...ectoplasm."

"Although Flamel hid it very well, and although you controlled it very well, all the information I have obtained in the past six years points to the answer I want."

The young Hydra tilted his head with a half-smile: "What do you mean?"

His repeated acts of pretending to be stupid did not displease the emperor, but made him even more excited.

"possibility!"

The figure behind the curtain almost opened the semi-transparent curtain, and the emperor was extremely enthusiastic and announced with extreme excitement:

"There is a possibility... beyond this despair!"

Anser took a sip of wine and sighed softly, "But I don't have that ability, Your Majesty, you think too highly of me."

"No, you do, but it comes at a price I don't know... For you, a very huge price. Otherwise, you would have helped Flamel achieve a breakthrough long ago."

The emperor whispered with a trembling voice: "This kind of power is only normal if it comes at a price."

"So...Anser."

He stretched out his hands from the curtain and touched Anser's face. The emperor who ruled the world murmured crazily at this moment: "How could I be your enemy? You are my most important treasure."

"As long as you can help me, I can do everything I can to eliminate the influence of that price, and I can also give you everything you need... whether it's helping Flamel, or the most powerful and perfect contract leader, or letting you personally punish and train my stupid daughter, including this empire, I can give you half, and even..."

The crazy voice turned into a lewd one. Effisand stretched out his legs, one of which clamped the bottle with his flexible toes, then raised that leg high and poured the wine onto the other leg.

"Even myself... you can take it at will."

"At your age, your desires should be the most vigorous, right? Just think about it... Imagine that you, who have not yet become a true God, can freely ride on me, a seventh-level being... How much... ah... it would be a thrill... bliss!"

If it were anyone else, faced with such extremely crazy conditions, they would probably have already grabbed the snow-white leg that was soaked in wine and emitting a shiny luster that Effisand handed to them, and licked it uncontrollably.

But Anser simply poured himself a glass of wine, drank it leisurely, and answered politely:

"I have nothing but pure respect for you, Your Majesty."

"..."

The woman behind the curtain was silent for a moment, and then laughed softly with a hint of madness.

"Well... if you just lick me like this, it will be boring. So... let's have some serious news that you and Flamel will definitely not refuse."

"Those five people."

As soon as these four words were spoken, the wine glass in Ansel's hand was instantly covered with cracks.

"The five people who killed Anilissa, and their background. You and Flamel have been tracking them for six years without any results, but I have... made some progress."

"Please..."

The young beast that grew from the abyss slowly expressed his coldness: "Don't joke."

"Ah...ah!"

Staring at Anser's eyes that were stained with pitch-black, Effisand shouted in ecstasy and trembling:

"That's it... That's it... As expected... As expected! The abyss! The abyss... It's right in your depths!"

She stretched out her hand to Anser impatiently. A huge force gathered in the palace and dragged Anser towards her without any explanation: "Come here, let me see... Let me see more clearly... The road..."

And the next moment, the darkness faded away quickly like the tide, leaving only the clear and bright sea blue.

"..."

While Efesand was in a daze, Anser straightened his collar and said calmly:

"So far, I don't think there is any possibility of a deal between us, Your Majesty."

"An…ser."

The emperor came back to his senses and uttered a creepy low voice: "I think I am sincere enough."

"Obviously, that's not good enough for what you get."

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Efesandre's laughter became more and more crazy. "So you are expecting me and Flamel to have a life-and-death battle that will destroy everything?"

"Perhaps." Anser shrugged, "You can choose to submit to death."

"I can burn even death itself!"

The emperor roared hysterically: "It has no right to make me surrender, no!"

"So, you can also try to offer a higher price?"

The young Hydra smiled and said, "It's not impossible to find a price that can impress me."

"..."

While Efesande remained silent, Anser stood up and bowed respectfully to her.

"Now that our conversation is over, I should leave. If I stay here too long..."

"Father, there will be dissatisfaction."

From beginning to end, facing all the temptations and intimidation, the young Hydra did not show any drastic emotional fluctuations and walked out of the palace calmly.

But when Ansir left completely, Effisand, who had been furious and crazy just now, changed his appearance in an instant.

"He is... very confident."

The woman murmured softly, "Even though I knew his secret, he was still confident... That's not right."

"Did he leave those loopholes for me on purpose? Since six years ago, he has sent all kinds of insignificant people into the abyss, including this female musician now..."

"Could it be that he deliberately sent someone into my sight? If so, why did he do that?"

But the more she thought about it, the faster her remaining rationality faded. Unable to find the correct answer, Effisand finally stopped thinking and focused on one thing -

That is, Anser's power is absolutely real.

That authority that is like the abyss itself... is the key to the seventh level!

"Whether it's a trade or a robbery...Anser...Anser!"

The woman hugged her body tightly, trembling, in ecstasy, calling the boy's name.

"You must be... mine!"

Outside the palace, Anser smiled at Helen's concerned gaze and reached out to hold her hand:

"Everything is fine, don't worry."

But Helen, who usually nodded in agreement when she heard this, did not do so as usual.

She reached out her hand towards Anser's eyes and whispered:

"But, father, you are obviously very bad."

"…Really? That's your illusion, Helen. How could I—"

"But you are really not well."

Helen felt the slight wet touch on her fingertips and said firmly, "Please tell me what happened."

Anser fell silent. He looked at Helen's fingertips, then reached out and touched the corner of his eye. After about ten seconds, he said softly:

"Is it that obvious?"

"Because I know you, Father."

Ansel was a little dazed when he heard this. At that moment, Helen's concerned look and Ming Furo's usually indifferent face completely overlapped.

"Now I am." Helen stood on tiptoe, hugged Ansel's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Can I share some of the burden with you?"

She really wanted to know.

Ansel knew that he had guessed right. Helen wanted to know more, to know her own secret.

But for some reason, he...didn't resist.

"Then... go back first, Helen."

Ansel, who gently hugged Helen, responded: "I want to tell you a story."

Perhaps he has been waiting for such an opportunity, waiting for such a person.

Someone who could allow him to talk about his past pains and despair, and at the same time, someone who was absolutely loyal to him and absolutely dependent on him.

The most important thing is...someone who can understand you.

Hitana was loyal enough, but she never really understood how heavy the pain was for Anser.

Marina is smart enough, but she does not have the status and power to match it.

Only Helen, only the current Helen, if it were her, would be able to experience the deepest despair, because she, because of herself, because the two of them, are so...similar.

"The story of a stupid, incompetent kid who can't change anything."

Chapter 5: Boy (K)

On a street with almost no pedestrians, an old man and a boy stood quietly in the heavy rain.

"Master." The old man holding the umbrella asked, "It's time to go back."

"Wait a little longer, Xavier."

The boy in an elegant black suit stared at the luxurious manor across the street and whispered softly, "Wait a little longer."

Xavier was absolutely loyal to Anser's orders, but he didn't know why Anser insisted on staying after the ball, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Then, after a few seconds, the corner of his eyes slightly raised.

The old man's sight suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's. Under the illumination of lightning, he saw the shadow of a man with a knife appear on the window of a side room.

"Baron Whiterun should be dead."

Anser said so: "Go and see, Xavier."

"Yes, Master."

Xavier handed the umbrella to Anser, and then his figure in the next second was drastically different from the previous second.

He took the umbrella from Anser with a strange look on his face: "He is indeed dead, and--"

"And he was killed by his own wife... Let's go."

Young Hydra lowered his eyes and turned away.

The old butler followed his young master closely. Although he was puzzled as to why the young master, who was only there to attend a simple dance and had never had any contact with Earl Baiman before, could know about this inexplicable murder at a glance, Xavier never said much.

"Ah, Arthur!"

Standing in the rain at the gate of Hydra Manor, Enesa saw Anser returning from afar. She waved to the boy happily: "Would you like to dance with your mother?"

Now Mrs. Hydra is dancing in the rain with the flowers, plants and trees blooming in front of the manor, looking happy and free.

She clearly had the ability to let the rain slide off her body without leaving any trace, but she didn't do so. Her long golden hair, as bright as the sun, was wet, her heavy and conservative dress was no longer so fluffy, and her girlish face was covered with water droplets, but her eyes were as bright as stars shining through the clouds on this rainy day.

As the woman began to dance, the sounds of swaying flowers, plants and trees blended into the continuous rain, playing a joyful melody that overshadowed the gloomy weather. She stretched her legs and stepped into the shallow pool of water, and flowers bloomed, lifting her body up. Lady Hydra then danced lightly and beautifully, humming a tune as she came to Anser.

"Qiang Qiang!"