The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"That's true... My name is Mara, and I'm a carpenter. What's your name, friend?"

"Just call me Christine. I work at the City Administration Bureau as a civilian."

"The City Administration!" people exclaimed. "That's a great job! No wonder you're so right."

Christine scratched her head embarrassedly: "I'm just lucky...it was Lord Anser who gave me this opportunity."

He looked at the neat and clean streets, which could even be described as "beautiful", with a look of longing, and said softly: "There is a special library in the bureau for us to study. Those books and knowledge were all written by Lord Anser himself. They are things that can be called miracles!"

The man said this very seriously:

"My current knowledge and vision are all thanks to Lord Anser's blessing."

"Who says he isn't?" The people around laughed happily, "Sir Anser is the most amazing person!"

Someone raised his coffee cup: "To Sir Anser."

Then people cheered and clinked their glasses:

"Respectfully, Lord Anser!"

It was impossible for a commoner to sit in such a place, holding a newspaper and talking loudly about the affairs of the empire, and even saying such treasonous words without any hesitation. Perhaps only Hydra could understand that such a thing would happen.

*

The imperial capital, Tianxin City.

This great city, once the center of the empire, now looks so dilapidated and depressed.

Effisand's madness ultimately brought enormous damage to the imperial capital. No matter how hard the Ex Machina tried to stop the rain of fire, it was impossible to completely stop it, not to mention the various physical damages caused by the mad emperor when manipulating gravity.

The current Tianxin City is like a shabby, crumbling building block fortress.

But what's even more ridiculous is that there are at least a dozen level five extraordinary people living here, and if a little more comes, the number can reach more than twenty. If these extraordinary people work together, it would be easy to repair the imperial capital, but the imperial capital is still in such a dilapidated state.

The pure supernatural forces are already preparing to withdraw their main forces one after another. For them who don't care much about political affairs, the imperial capital is just a place to exchange resources. Now that the emperor is gone, there is no need to keep the strong here, and there is no need to do any free repair work.

And to the restless dukes, Tianxin City is of special significance. Everyone wants to win the hearts of the people by repairing the imperial capital, but no one wants to be the first to stand out, so they fall into a tacit stalemate.

In the end, these great men who could change the world, when the emperor was doomed to die, the inheritance of the Feast Flame was completely cut off, and their delusions were almost becoming reality, still no one made any big moves.

Although there are many extraordinary people working on the restoration of the imperial capital, it is unknown how long it will take for them with average strength to restore this magnificent city.

The young nobleman in a top hat walked calmly on the broken avenue. As he walked along, the broken streets, collapsed houses and dilapidated buildings behind him actually recovered themselves out of thin air.

This miraculous sight made passers-by kneel down in worship, but if you look closely, you will find that these damaged buildings are not directly restored, but are repaired with fine iron-gray particles.

"Not showing up?" Anser chuckled, "It's not me they should thank."

"I'm not doing this to make people kneel down to me." Ming Fuluo's calm voice rang in Anser's ears, "There's no need to do this."

"And... aren't you going to the palace? This road isn't the closest to the palace... and you don't have to go there in the first place."

"Because it's on the way to the palace."

"……Um?"

Ming Fuluo made a puzzled sound, but Ansher didn't answer, just smiled and hooked his finger.

Miss Scholar sighed:

"childish."

Even as she said this, her figure still condensed out of thin air, landed lightly on the ground, and held Anser's hand.

"Can you tell me now? What do you mean going to the palace is just a by-product?" The petite Ming Furo looked up at Ansher.

"It's just a small matter over there."

Anser said in a relaxed tone: "It will be taken care of soon."

"Is the matter concerning the balance of the entire empire just a trivial matter in your eyes?"

Ming Fuluo frowned slightly, not because she was dissatisfied, but just wanted to choke Ansher.

Completely different from Xitana who likes to be close to Ansher, although Ming Furo has always followed Ansher like a shadow, she actually doesn't...it can even be said that she rarely gives Ansher a good face.

Just like when they first got together.

"Why, no way? Don't you believe me?"

"...Humph, then what is a big deal?"

Hearing this, Anser's mouth curled up slightly: "You will know soon."

He held Ming Furo's hand and walked towards a very simple house. Ming Furo had never been here before, and she didn't know what Ansel meant by bringing her here.

Ming Fuluo stopped in front of the courtyard gate and glanced at the surname hanging on the door. She didn't know the owner of the house.

So what is Anser going to do?

"Your manor." Anser said leisurely, "It's a bit close to the palace and it's been badly damaged."

"..." Ming Fuluo's eyebrows trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, she replied calmly, "It's just a manor. To put it bluntly, it's just a piece of bricks and stones."

Although she said this, her expression was obviously unnatural, because that was after all where she lived, one of the few places with traces of Erion, and, and that couple still lived there, if they were in that battle -

Ming Fuluo's expression changed slightly, and she suddenly looked up at Anser: "Anser, you——"

The next moment, the door of the courtyard was pushed open, and a couple who were handsome and beautiful but looked very haggard walked out.

They immediately saw the young noble standing in front of the courtyard gate and looked a little surprised.

"A Luo."

Anser, who was alone, whispered, "Are you going to run away?"

No one responded to him.

"I've said it before, from now on, you have to live for yourself, and so do I."

"Since you said you don't know what to do, let me help you first."

Young Hydra looked at the hesitant couple not far ahead and spoke softly and gently:

"How about making up for the past regrets first?"

"..."

Two or three seconds later, the petite woman with her head slightly lowered walked out from behind Ansher.

She held Anser's hand tightly, her voice a little hoarse: "You self-righteous little devil, I'm really... fed up with your character of doing whatever you want just because you think you're doing me a favor."

Anser smiled and squeezed her palm: "Same here, my Miss Armed."

He glanced at the completely stunned man and the woman who covered her mouth with her hands, bent down slightly, and whispered in Ming Fuluo's ear: "Do you want me to push you?"

"…Go away and do your own thing. You are not needed here."

Ming Fuluo whispered this and let go of Ansel's hand.

She stood in front of the gate, quietly looking at the couple with red eyes for a long time. She wanted to push the door with her hand retracted, but finally she slowly pressed it.

Mingfroy Zeg, who always sacrificed everything for others, took a deep breath and walked towards the pain of the past.

She promised him that she would live for herself.

It may be difficult, but with him by my side, I always know how to move forward.

Ansel watched the petite girl walk towards the couple, holding down her hat and bowing slightly, but the brim of the hat could not hide the gentle smile of satisfaction on his face.

Then, he turned his gaze towards the ruins at the highest point and walked forward leisurely.

Next, there are the last little things to deal with.

*

Broken stone pillars, shattered bricks and stones, and rubble falling from the ceiling from time to time.

Su Silun stood here quietly, among the ruins, looking at the deepest part, where the throne was almost buried by the ruins.

She just found it absurd.

The mother whom he revered so much died, the sister whom he hated so much died, and all that remained of the glory and majesty of Xiangyan was the bloody sun that hung eternally high in the sky above the imperial capital.

As for the imperial power, the throne, the palace... they are nothing. In the end, they are just bricks and stones on the ground.

The other bloodlines of Xiangyan had already taken away all their money and fled everywhere. Even the Grand Duke, the only one with Xiangyan blood flowing in his veins, who was granted a fiefdom in the imperial capital in every generation, was nowhere to be found.

She was the only member of the royal family left here.

Everything she had been pursuing for all these years was so close to success, but... it failed so completely.

It was all over, and Susilen knew it better than anyone.

Even though she did not have the qualifications to become a divine spirit, as a member of the Feasting Flame clan and an ambitious person, she knew better than anyone that it was only a matter of time before the completely insane Mother Emperor was burned by the Source Flame, and the madman's final counterattack before death completely cut off the possibility of the Feasting Flame inheritance.

The so-called source flame, no matter how powerful it is, is ultimately just a ball of fire. It is already very powerful to be able to end each generation of completely insane emperors and ensure the inheritance of power. How could it be able to do something like protecting the next generation?

Su Silun knew better than anyone that the reign of Feast Flame was over.

Her unrealistic dream was torn to pieces in such an absurd way.

She would rather let Ivora, who inherited the power of Flame, kill her, or she would rather see her mother find a way to advance to the seventh level and achieve eternity. She would rather accept this kind of failure than lose so absurdly.

As a member of the Flame Feasting Clan, she would rather be punished by someone who has the same blood as her, rather than... facing the miserable situation that might happen next.

A warlock might capture her for research out of curiosity about the Flame Feast bloodline, or a strong person with evil tastes might capture her and make her a plaything because of her status as a princess. No matter what... her end would be miserable beyond imagination.

But why? Why didn't Susilun flee immediately and become an exile like her fellow tribesmen?

"How long have you been here, dear Susilen?"

...That's why.

Because of the person who said this.

"..."

The girl, still wearing her snow-white dress and as pure as an iris, slowly turned around.

Su Silun saw the handsome young man she had been waiting for.

He leaned on his cane and walked leisurely into the ruins, sighing softly: "This is really touching, isn't it?"

"This place where countless great men bowed their heads in respect has become a dilapidated ruin with no one paying attention to it."

The young Hydra tilted his head slightly and looked at the delicate and pitiful flower in front of him: "Your feelings must be very complicated, Your Highness Susilen."

"Anser... Your Excellency."

Su Silun spoke with difficulty, her voice a little hoarse.

"I hope I didn't bring up your sad memories."

Anser continued to move forward, and the rubble in front of him shattered into pieces, automatically clearing a path to the throne like a subject worshipping his king.

"After all." He paused, turned around and said with a smile: "It was me who killed His Majesty."

This brilliant smile made Su Silun feel cold all over, but... but it also made her heart feel an inexplicable heat.

"I can see that you miss this place and the days when Her Majesty demonstrated her supreme authority."

Climbing up the steps step by step and clearing away all the ruins that buried the throne, Anser stood in front of the throne and stroked the dust on the handrail.

"Or……"

Young Hydra turned around and looked down at the flower-like little princess. He patted the armrest of the throne and chuckled playfully:

"You want to take this seat, just once?"

At this time, Su Silun bowed his head deeply and finally said, "No, I have never thought about it this way, Lord Anser."

"is it?"

"Yes, I think..."

She raised her head, and on that lovable and pure face of a young girl, there appeared such genuine admiration and tenderness: "Now, only you are qualified to sit on this throne."

Ansher looked down at her for an unknown amount of time, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Then the laughter could no longer be suppressed and turned into a hearty laugh of great joy.

"Susilen...Susilen."

Laughing heartily, Anser shook his head and tapped the throne with his cane: "Dear Highness Susilen, I have no interest in it at all."

"Yes."