The villain's way to tame the protagonist

It is the kiss of freedom, the light of transformation.

In the north, the Skyfrost Tower.

"so……"

At the conference table, a man raised his hand: "Is our emperor's life or death uncertain now?"

"She will definitely die." Someone grinned and said, "Her power will be recovered by Yuanyan sooner or later."

"Then...Prince Ivora was attacked by His Majesty before escaping?"

"Ah."

"Is he also doomed to die?"

"It's possible that his life or death is uncertain..." Someone stroked his chin, "If His Highness Ivora can hold on until His Majesty's power is recovered by Yuanyan, then there should be hope."

A young sorcerer in the audience said disdainfully, "Is there any difference between the source flame to the emperor and the emperor to the eldest princess? They will both die at the first touch. I don't think there is anything worth discussing."

"But no one saw that the two of them were indeed dead. Do you want to be held accountable by the returning gods in a few years?"

The argument in the meeting room, which had been discussing peacefully, gradually became more intense. The old man sitting in the chairman's seat closed his eyes and did not speak a word.

Polynya, Hitana's former mentor and a high-ranking member of the Revolutionary Army codenamed "Professor", clenched her fists, hesitated for a long time, then suddenly stood up and said loudly:

"Everyone, please listen to me!"

"..."

The quarrel gradually died down, and everyone turned their eyes to the woman who stood up.

Polynya's heart was pounding. She tried to keep her voice steady and said:

"This is the time of the greatest change since the founding of the empire."

"The two Souls have perished and fallen into silence, and their inheritance has also been cut off... In other words, there will no longer be any sixth-rank Souls in the empire."

"This is our chance, the best chance. The people's livelihood resources in the North are the most scarce. If we don't seize the opportunity, we will be constrained in every way in the future... The rebels will rise more and more rapidly. If we don't make a decision immediately, the consequences will be disastrous."

Polynya slowly spoke her thoughts, her voice becoming more and more firm:

"The age of the Old Deus has passed. We must take power into our own hands. In this great wave of change, if we do not advance, we will perish."

If you don't move forward, you will perish.

Hearing this, the Duke of Gray Tower opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

"ladies and gentlemen."

He smiled and looked at all the Sky Frost Tower executives present: "What do you think of Professor Polynya's opinion?"

At this moment, all the windows in the conference room suddenly opened, and the biting cold wind rushed into the house. The scholars present were certainly not affected by the severe cold, but they all saw the vast snow and the coming storm in each other's eyes.

"Seconded."

After a long time, someone raised his hand.

"Second." "Second." "Second."

Of the twenty seats, sixteen raised their hands to second the motion, two vetoed it, and two abstained.

When the gods who were high above us suddenly fell from their thrones, when the power that could kill them at that moment was no longer as great as before...

Ambition expands and desires are insatiable.

"Then I declare..."

The Grand Duke of Gray Tower took off his glasses, and his old and turbid eyes were now as sharp as an eagle.

"The proposal to unite with the Duke of Iron Blade to make the North independent has been formally passed."

"Leave the rest to me."

He slammed his cane hard, and the pride and passion in his old voice overwhelmed the wind and snow.

March 1108, in the Imperial Calendar, thirty-six days after the Day of the Fire.

The Grand Duke of Gray Tower and the Grand Duke of Iron Blade issued a joint statement.

The North declared independence from the Empire.

*

Western Kingdom, Wild Dragon Valley, the residence of Grand Duke Longyu.

"So what you mean is that our great creator, Mr. Flamel... just disappeared inexplicably."

On the extremely wide balcony, Duke Long Yu, who was leaning on a recliner and drinking, caressed the young dragon lying beside him nonchalantly, "I wonder if he's alive or dead?"

"If that Hydra still exists, he would never allow Lord Anser to fight the emperor on his behalf."

Behind him, a "dragon man" with flesh wings on his waist, scaly limbs, and large black scales all over his body lowered his head and responded: "Although we haven't found any clues about Mr. Flamel, but... he should have completely disappeared for some reason."

"So, it's still just speculation?"

The Duke of Dragon Language raised his head and muttered to himself, "There is no definite news whether these two are dead or alive. It is also unknown why the young Hydra did not inherit the power of Lord Flamel."

The man shook his head and said, "He is a... dangerous character. Let's wait and see."

"But according to intelligence, Duke Blooddust is ready to make a move."

"Only Bratcher? That shouldn't be the case."

Duke Longyu stood up and walked to the balcony railing and leaned against it:

"Bratcher, Lorraine, Namo..."

He whispered the names of the other three dukes of the Western Kingdom, his expression gradually becoming gloomy:

"The current situation is quite what they want. Chaos, disorder, and no one high above to suppress them... Humph."

The man shook the wine in the glass, disdain and contempt flowing in his brown-yellow dragon-like vertical pupils.

"They'll soon be like hyenas, fighting over each other."

"... Grand Duke, this is your chance." The black-scaled dragon man advised sincerely, "Without the emperor's control, if you can unify the Western Kingdom--"

"Do not."

Grand Duke Long Yu threw down his wine glass and said, "I need to wait a little longer. Now... let them start the chaos first."

"There is another divine being, who is sitting in the fertile southern region and watching over the world."

He murmured softly, "I have to make sure he doesn't have any backup plan. If we have already gained everything after fighting and killing each other, and a high and mighty god appears above us, I am not sure..."

Roar--! ! !

The young dragon lying on the balcony suddenly roared, and flapped its wings to fly towards the valley outside the balcony. At the same time, dozens of giant dragons flapped their wings and soared into the sky, making roars that shattered the clouds.

"...I can continue to be a quiet dog living in a corner."

February 1108th, in the Imperial Calendar, twelve days after the Day of the Catastrophe.

Duke Blooddust declared war on Duke Sky and Earth without declaring war, Duke Blue Gold sent mercenaries and adventurers to both sides, and also had friction with Duke Dragontongue, who provided dragon rentals.

The most chaotic Western country has completely become a place of real conflict.

*

Donggang, the deep blue port city, the lost coast.

"Really! I really saw a ball of fire... falling from the sky! Of course I wouldn't dare to lie to you, sir!"

The fisherman bowed to the well-dressed nobleman and said, "Everyone in our village saw it!"

"I see..." The noble nodded with a smile, "Very good, your information is crucial."

The dark-skinned fisherman's eyes lit up and a look of flattery appeared on his face.

In Donggang, everyone is a businessman who abides by the rules.

【Those who give get what they deserve】

This is an insurmountable rule set by the three great men, and it is also the reason why Donggang can be so prosperous.

Even the nobles who are high above, after receiving the efforts of the common people, will give back no matter what it is.

Blood gushed out from the cross section of the neck.

The noble kicked away the head that fell at his feet, shook off the blood on the sword, and said coldly:

"Same here, don't leave any behind, do a good job of cleaning up."

The servant behind him nodded slightly, picked up his sword, turned and walked towards the village not far away.

Five minutes later, the servant returned and bowed respectfully to the noble:

"Master Alfin, it has been handled."

"Well, let's go."

The young nobleman continued along the country road carelessly.

"I can't let my brother's grades be better than mine."

February 1108, of the Imperial Calendar, the day after the Day of Fire.

Six fishing villages in Deep Blue Port City were massacred by the sea people again, and no one survived. The three dukes of East Port were all furious, and the East Port fleet was going to sail into the Lost Sea to repay blood with blood.

And no one ever knew the news that a ball of blood flame had crossed the sky and fell into the lost sea.

*

southern border.

Breeze City was one of the territorial cities built by Count Linghu when he and all his subjects moved to Hydra Territory.

On the clean and tidy streets, newsboys ran by waving newspapers.

"Lord Anser will return to Hydra Territory in seven days! Lord Anser will return to Hydra Territory in seven days!"

An ordinary city government employee who was sitting outside an open-air cafe drinking coffee waved to the newsboy: "Give me a newspaper, kid!"

"Hey, two copper coins, thank you for your patronage!"

The newsboy happily handed the newspaper to the man, took the copper coin and continued running on the street.

This ordinary municipal worker put aside his leisurely mood of enjoying the holiday and began to read the newspaper seriously, word by word.

The big headline that caught the eye was "Sir Anser will return to his loyal Hydra territory in seven days." The content of this topic occupied the entire page of the newspaper. To the man's disappointment, there was very little content about when Anser would return and where the news came from. The vast majority of the content was just praising Anser.

It's not that he is against praising Anser. Rather, it is precisely because he earnestly hopes that Anser can come back soon that the man is anxious to know more specific information.

He turned the newspaper over. This part recorded the news about [The Day of Fire]... It was said that the land that was pulled up into the sky by the disappeared emperor had finally returned to the ground steadily thanks to the efforts of many fifth-level extraordinary people. However, it would take some time for the damage in the imperial capital to recover, because many extraordinary people were planning to withdraw the organizations set up in the imperial capital.

Without the emperor, the imperial capital had lost its most important source of resources. Many powerful people had gathered here in the hope of receiving some small favors from His Majesty. But now that the emperor was nowhere to be found, there was no point in staying in the imperial capital.

"Hey...if you ask me, it would be better to let Lord Anser be the emperor."

The man was startled by the sound of discussion coming from the seat next to him. He turned around and found several civilians sitting there discussing something.

"I don't want Lord Anser to be the emperor... If he becomes the emperor, he will have to manage the entire empire, and he might not have enough energy to manage us."

"That's true. What does other people have to do with us? If we take away Lord Anser's energy, what will happen to our good life?"

Talking about politics seems to be an innate instinct of every man. After listening for a while, the city staff couldn't help but interrupt:

"Sir Anser, you will definitely not have any idea about the throne."

His words attracted the attention of the group. They turned their heads and looked over, quite surprised, "Why do you say that?"

"Because Lord Anser is the one who is being watched the most right now. If... I mean if, if His Majesty really... gets into trouble, then the throne is actually worthless."

The man being watched could not help but speak eloquently: "Your Majesty can become His Majesty because you are strong enough, not because the throne itself makes other archdukes and extraordinary people submit... If Lord Anser rashly seizes the throne, it will attract the hostility of all the archdukes and extraordinary people. Lord Anser will not do such a thing."

"…What do you mean? Do you think Lord Anser can't beat those idiots?"

Someone's eyes turned dangerous.

“No, no, no… How is that possible!”

The man immediately waved his hand: "What I mean is that Lord Anser will definitely avoid this unnecessary trouble, and... and he doesn't need the throne to prove his status."

He held his head high and said with great pride:

"Isn't he now the most powerful and remarkable person in the empire?"