The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser, who has become a fully mature young man, has a more charming voice and a frivolous tone.

"I'm sorry. I was negligent." Marina lowered her head and responded, "Please forgive my mistake..."

"Mr. Faust."

"Very good, Lord Gan Lei, take me to see how lively the Strife Castle is right now."

"As you wish, sir."

Marina no longer performed the ladylike greeting, but simply bowed slightly:

"Magantear...at your service at all times."

Ansel acted as Faust, so of course she had to change her appearance. So during this period, Marina Lancemalos also had a new identity.

Her name is Maganlei, Maganlei Brandt.

Chapter 7.5: Which Faust is this? (K)

“Dragon teeth, dragon bones, dragon skin…dragon materials on sale, dragon materials on sale!”

"The newly unearthed relics of the Heavenly Conquest!"

On the streets that are interconnected and crowded with people, all kinds of strange shouts can be heard one after another. Ansher, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, walks through the crowd, followed closely by Marina, who is dressed like a skinny adventurer. It is a very standard combination of adventurer and accompanying servant.

Anser had just arrived in the West Country last night and stayed in a hotel, and had not been out and about. Except for the time he went to look for Fafna, it was only now that he had truly set foot on this land again.

The hot wind from the west brought rough dust and noisy shouts. The streets looked even a little messy, and were surging with more ether than any other region in the empire. The extraordinary materials that originally had to be purchased from specialized stores were now placed haphazardly on roadside stalls, shouted by overly exaggerated slogans. Any passerby on the road could be a extraordinary person.

This is the West, a place of wonder and strife.

"Hey, my friend."

A dark-skinned young man suddenly squeezed through the crowd to Anser's side and said in a low voice: "New to Strife Castle? Do you need a tour guide?"

Anser tilted his head to look at him, and curled his lips: "You followed me all the way here just to ask this?"

"Just to check with the client." The young man grinned without any embarrassment. "I saw you walking towards the Cyclops with ease after coming out of the teleportation array. I thought you had been there before. But now you look... uh, wandering around. It doesn't look like you've been to Strife Castle before."

Cyclops is the name of the inn where Anser lives. It is not the best hotel in Strife Castle on the surface, but it is indeed the best hotel in actual experience. Generally, people who have just come to Strife Castle may not stay there.

"You should have continued to wait at the teleport point or at the entrance of other hotels."

Anser, who had lost his youthful look and looked like a young man, glanced at the young man and said, "Instead of wasting your time on me, wouldn't it be better to find a more suitable customer?"

The young man just chuckled and said, "I may not be able to attract new customers."

It’s hard to say whether they are afraid of not attracting new customers or they don’t want to miss this sheep that looks extremely fat.

Anser turned his head with some amusement to look at Marina, who was dressed as an ordinary adventurer. He grasped the hilt of the sword and tapped her calf lightly with the blade.

"Gan Leiqing, someone wants to take your job, what do you think?"

Marina adjusted her brown beret, raised her head and looked at the dark-skinned young man, and said calmly, "Sir, you don't need another guide. I'm sorry that you made this trip in vain."

"Um……"

The young man stroked his chin and said, "You are a follower who followed this friend into the Cyclops, right? You came from another place, but you are very familiar with the Castle of Strife?"

"..." Marina narrowed her eyes slightly. "It's just pointing out the direction. Just make preparations. Is this something difficult?"

"Ah no no no... that's not what you mean by 'guide'."

Hearing this, the young man showed a confident expression: "Is your master here to visit Strife Castle? As a, um... a transcendent person with such an outstanding demeanor, how could he miss the little-known beauties of Strife Castle?"

He extended his hand to Anser with a simple smile: "Let me introduce myself, Worker Bee, the professional guide of Strife Castle... All places in Strife Castle with special requirements can be entered through my introduction."

"As for the 'guide' thing..." The young man who called himself a worker bee looked back at Marina, who had a bad expression on her face, "I am much more professional than this mortal servant who wants to take you on a tour of Strife Castle."

"So, you have a lot of face?"

Anser didn't shake hands with him, didn't even look at him, he just asked so casually.

"No, no, no, of course it's not me. It's my boss... the owner of the [Hive]."

When he said the word "beehive", he paid special attention to Ansher's expression, and did not see any fluctuation at all, as if he had never heard of this name.

"Your job," Anser stopped in front of a stall and examined the items on the stall. "It is to find fat sheep like me, drag them to some dark corner and eat them up... How much is this?"

"Hahahaha...you're too fond of joking, my friend."

The worker bee laughed loudly. He moved closer to Anser and tried to link arms with the fat sheep: "How can there still be such an idiot in this day and age——"

The cold and fierce aura stopped the worker bee's movements, but he continued his words very smoothly: "Idiots who like to drain the pond to catch fish and destroy the market, you don't need to do anything, we will clean them up ourselves, this will affect business..."

While the worker bees were chatting, Anser was exchanging a scale for an exquisite necklace.

"A businessman who won't cause trouble?" He turned to look at the worker bee, "This doesn't look like an adventurer."

The worker bee shrugged. "But who would go against a powerful extraordinary person for such a small amount of resources? I believe in your ability because I believe in my vision. I make a living from it."

"Adventurers are more calculating than businessmen. They fight for money, but we fight for our lives, right?"

As he said this, the corner of his eye was fixed on the blue scales that were being constantly stroked and almost licked by the stall owner.

Use the dragon scales of the Blue Mysterious Dragon to exchange for a physical strength necklace that any third-level alchemist can make...

The worker bee did not think that the man in front of him, who exuded a dangerous aura from head to toe, was a fat sheep who knew nothing. On the contrary, with his sharp eyesight, he could see at a glance the calmness and casualness that could never be disguised.

It's not that he didn't understand the value of that thing, he just didn't care whether he was wasting it or not - he was too lazy to bargain, and maybe even too lazy to look for gold coins.

At the same time, this is also a display, an undisguised and generous display of the capital he holds.

He says he is a fat sheep, but he takes out valuable materials so casually. This kind of casual magnanimity is not found in ordinary adventurers.

But the fact that he was wearing an extravagant "imaginary adventurer's outfit" and that he brought a completely ignorant mortal servant with him for sightseeing did not make him look like an experienced adventurer.

A young master who comes out to experience life, but is not a stupid character, but rather has a very high level of overall ability?

The worker bee couldn't make up his mind for a moment, but no matter what, he would not give up this client.

"It's hard to find good things in a market like this, my friend."

The worker bee tirelessly promotes itself: "Top auction houses, material stores, and even..."

"Lead the way."

After handing the necklace to Marina, Ansher said this casually.

"...and a top-notch alchemy workshop - huh?" The worker bee was stunned. He didn't expect Anser to agree so suddenly. The enthusiasm of his smile instantly increased several points. He immediately reacted and nodded continuously, "Okay, okay, is it an auction house, a store, or..."

"A brothel."

"Okay, whore—"

This time, the worker bee was stunned for not just a moment. After pausing for several seconds, he looked at Anser with a very strange look for a long time, and finally smiled, "I understand, I understand."

"I didn't expect that you, my friend, would like to go straight to the deep end... All right! Only honest men deserve to eat meat!"

He leaned close to Anser's ear and chuckled, "The work in Strife Castle is different from that in other places. I guarantee that it will be an eye-opener for you, my friend. By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet..."

"Faust."

"Oh... Faust."

*

In the spacious light blue room, Ansel sat on the soft big bed, holding his chin and looking at the various, um... props that were incompatible with the accessories in the room. Marina sat next to Ansel with her legs together, keeping her head down and saying nothing.

"Marina."

Looking at those special tools, Anser suddenly said, "You actually know as much about Strife Castle as that person. Why did you act like you only knew that little?"

"Because a mortal should only know that much."

After arriving at this so-called "Dream Island", Marina was relieved to finally be able to talk to Anser, and immediately answered obediently:

"What I have to do is to cooperate with your intentions and actions so that your will can be best implemented, rather than rigidly following the plan and asking you to follow me... This is both ungrateful and absurd."

"But what if I wanted you to reject him?" Ansher asked with a chuckle.

"Then it would be meaningless for you to allow him to follow you and talk to him." Marina answered without hesitation, "You need to use him for a purpose that I don't know yet, so what I have to do is to keep him. Although he may not leave if I show him my understanding of Strife Castle, pretending to know nothing is the best option."

The girl paused, then said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It is impossible for ordinary people to know so much about Strife Castle. If I know too much about it, it means that you are extremely well prepared. At the same time, my background... that is, your background, is not simple. This will give him a preset impression of you."

"But do you want Mr. Worker Bee to think so? I can't confirm it yet, so I can't let myself become a factor that influences his judgment of you - although this is an influence in itself, the influence is much smaller than the former, at least it is controlled by you."

"In this way, Mr. Worker Bee sees you as you deliberately show yourself."

This is what Marina sees as the duty of a secretary.

All the preparations she made and all the plans she designed were never meant to arrange what Anser should do, but to make everything run perfectly as Anser expected... based on the existing preparations and according to Anser's intentions and choices.

"Then what do you think..."

Looking at Marina, who was calm and confident, Anser couldn't help but smile:

"Why am I here now?"

Marina's expression froze slightly, her eyes involuntarily wandering to the various toys in the room, and her tone became a little vague:

"This... adventurers like to linger in places like this. Moreover, those who can spend money here must meet one of the following standards: strength, status, or money. Perhaps you want to find an adventurer of good level here and get some information."

"Or, you hate the slave trade and want to learn about the inside story of this brothel, so as to understand the entire dark industry of Strife Castle. If they touch your bottom line, you intend to uproot them and eradicate them completely."

Both answers were very reasonable, but Anser reached out and stroked Marina's cheek, as if caressing a pet, and whispered in her ear:

"What if I really come here just to relax and have fun?"

Marina's body trembled slightly. She lowered her head, shrunk her neck, and held her trousers tightly with both hands. After about two or three seconds, she said in a very low voice:

"I... I hope you can give up this decision. How can a prostitute be worthy of you? If, if you really need..."

The girl bit her lips shyly, and her soft body slowly leaned towards Anser: "I will try my best to satisfy your desires, please don't let those women defile you, Mr. Faust."

"You have a pretty good idea."

The cold female voice that suddenly appeared in the room frightened Marina so much that she froze.

This voice...she is very familiar with it.

The secretary slowly turned her head and saw a tall, cold and beautiful woman standing on the other side of the bed. Her narrow eyes painted with black eyeshadow added a bit of uncomfortable eerieness to her coldness.

"…Ms. Nai-Nalan?!"

Marina screamed subconsciously, but Nailan, who had interviewed her, ignored her and came to Anser in the blink of an eye, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully:

"My Lord, from Strife Castle..."

"stop."

Anser waved his hand: "You should know why I asked you to wait here."

“……” Naylan lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, the young Hydra rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and turned to look at Marina.

"Marina, tell me, what do I want to do?"

Marina quickly recovered from her shock and started to work her brain frantically, trying her best to piece together the existing fragmentary information in an attempt to get a glimpse of the full picture.

As someone from Shadowmarsh, it is normal for Ms. Naylan to lurk in Strife Castle... But why did Mr. Anser want to see her now? And why didn't she show up just now, and wait until Mr. Anser finished asking me questions?

……and many more.

Mr. Anser doesn't want to see her himself? He wants... me to see her?

"I……"

Marina opened her mouth and first glanced at Naylan who was kneeling on one knee. She subconsciously wanted to stand up from her seat on the bed, but some kind of throbbing in her heart stopped her from doing so.

The girl who had only spoken one word paused for several seconds before she answered cautiously, "I am shamelessly making a guess. If it is incorrect, I hope Mr. Anser and Ms. Naylan will not be angry."

Under Anser's smiling gaze, Marina felt a little more confident. She spent another three or four seconds organizing her words, and then said seriously:

"My current... position was obtained entirely through the information in the garden archives."

"I saw Mr. Anser's many arrangements for the Western Region, and extracted keywords such as [Grand Princess] and [Zero Point Maze]. Since the Grand Princess's spiritual essence is related to space, I naturally thought of the frequent opening of the Zero Point Maze in the Western Region in recent times... Then, of course, Mr. Anser's special attention to the Western Region has a reason."

"On this basis, through Ms. Rhine's thirty-fold acceleration field, I was able to gain a clear enough understanding of the entire Western Country's situation within a limited time, and made timely plans based on this, which earned Mr. Anser's approval, but..."

Marina realized a key problem and her tone became a little complicated: "But these are just the information in the garden archives after all."

"I don't know the real-time situation in various parts of the Western Country, the new changes that occur all the time, and the new information that helps Mr. Anser make judgments."

"But since Mr. Anser has approved my application, it means that Mr. Anser recognizes my preparations... He didn't bring me along for fun, but because he thought I could really play a role."