The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The adventurer, who had not received a response, muttered, "What's the point of a sorcerer pretending to be so pretentious, waving a sword around? How can you swing a—"

boom! ! !

At this moment, all the adventurers who came to this world thought that the volcano had exploded directly.

But in fact, it wasn't. Although the volcano still roared and spewed magma occasionally, it was too insignificant compared to the current situation.

The moment the pitch-black blade fell, a huge wave of lava hundreds of meters... or even thousands of meters high rose into the sky, obscuring everything in the adventurers' sight.

The billowing black smoke from the volcano and the boiling lava that spewed into the sky were all obscured by two huge waves of magma that hit the left and right sides.

In front of this monster, the seemingly boundless sea of ​​magma had actually split into two, and one could clearly see the crust covered with cracks and with magma constantly gushing out!

"It's really hard to find it when it's wrapped in such a high concentration of fire element."

Anser hung the sword at his waist, and with a flash, he landed on the earth's crust that was being covered with magma again.

There... there was a flame, a tiny, weak flame that could not be extinguished no matter what.

And what was wrapped in the flames was a completely charred...hand bone.

Even Anser did not reach out to touch the fire. He just stood in front of the flame, frowning slightly, staring at it gradually being swallowed by the molten lava, and whispered in confusion:

"Since the flames haven't dissipated, it means that Effisand is not dead... How can she survive under the burning of the source flames?"

Although the current Effisand and the Effisand in the future both fell into the Lost Sea, their situations are completely different.

Although the Ephisand in the original future was also about to die, he was not like this Ephisand, who was driven mad by Anther's design and caused the burning of the flames.

"You want her to deal with me? But how did you protect her under 'reasonable' circumstances?"

This abnormal fact led to another abnormal fact - Efesandre was not dead, which meant that her flame was still burning Ivora.

Then why didn't Ivora die?

However, compared to Effisand who was able to survive even under the burning of the Source Flame, it was not so surprising that Ivora did not die.

But no matter what, both of these current situations are absolutely unreasonable.

Ansher didn't believe that fate would go against its principles in such a place. There were too many times when He could have played Ansher to death by going against his principles, but He never did so once.

So...how did fate save the lives of these two people while maintaining "reasonableness"?

The sea of ​​magma that was split by Anther was surging and recovering. Anther stared at the charred metacarpal bone that was about to be completely swallowed by the magma and was still burned for a long time, and then put it into an independent space ring through the air.

"One piece of bad news, one piece of good news."

He muttered to himself, and under the stunned gazes of the adventurers, he flew straight to the door in the sky.

The bad news is that neither Effisand nor Ivora are likely dead.

The good news is that both Efesand and Ivora are now in an unprecedentedly weak state. Ivora is naturally needless to say, but Efesand... her flames can't even burn Ivora to death, let alone burn her to death, even the limbs cut off by Ivora can't be burned to ashes, so Ivora has been holding on for so long, and now he is still struggling, trying to return to the original plane.

In other words, as long as the efficiency is high enough——

The young Hydra's mouth curled up slightly, and the ferocity and wildness of the abyss monster flashed across his sea-blue eyes.

Perhaps, he will achieve an unprecedented, true... act of killing gods.

It took nearly four months, with an average of 8K per day, to finally pay off the last debt. So I'm offering a bounty again, this time with no upper limit, and it will last until the end of the month.

The rules are different from last time. This time, 500 monthly tickets will add one chapter, 500 blades will add one chapter, and 2 rewards will add one chapter (last time, the 1 reward allowed me to write more than chapters)

Silver treasure chests add five chapters, gold treasure chests add ten chapters, that's it.

Well... I was originally thinking about whether I should change it to 4K as the base to start paying off the debt, but since the credit limit is so high now, I will still do it the same as before, with 6K as the base, and 2K per chapter.

Before this single chapter is sent out, the monthly tickets are 33553, the rewards are 131.24W, and the blades are 6861. This time the unlimited reward will be settled at the end of the month. Go go go!

Chapter 13: If Heaven Does Not Give

When Anser stepped out of the gate of the maze, the members of the Howling Legion stationed outside the rift were stunned.

"…Is the time flow rate so different over there?"

A man came over with a cigarette in his mouth. His uniform and the badge on his chest indicated his identity - a notary of the Zero Point Explorers.

Zero Point Explorers is not a specific adventurer's guild, but like the Ether Academy and the Alchemy Association, it is a unified organization above all adventurer's guilds.

In form, Zero Point Explorers are even looser than the Ether Institute, but in terms of actual power, Zero Point Explorers' control over adventurers is indeed greater than the influence of the Ether Institute over warlocks.

The rules that adventurers must abide by - whether they are explicitly stipulated or tacitly agreed upon - are almost all set by the Zero Point Explorers. They are even responsible for enforcing some specific rules to ensure fairness in many matters.

Well... to a certain extent, it’s fair to those who understand.

"Man, it's over so quickly."

The Zero Point Explorer notary, who was smoking a cigarette, greeted Anser: "Is the speed of time high over there?"

Anser smiled and said, "Not really, it's just that I've already got what I wanted."

"I see. All right." The man shrugged. "You are an independent explorer. Go through the process and show us what you have gained."

Adventurers who use exploration permits to explore the maze must hand over a certain percentage of the proceeds from the expedition to the guild or force that controls the door to the maze. The specific amount will naturally be verified and confirmed by the notary of the Zero Point Explorer.

However, Anser's "harvest"...

Young Hydra said with a half-smile: "What if my harvest is not convenient to show?"

"...Hmm? Are you afraid of being targeted?" The notary was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile, "If you are worried, then go back to the branch in Strife Castle and we can do the appraisal there. That should be fine, right?"

“But it has no practical value, and you can’t analyze its value.”

The black-haired young man tapped the hilt of his sword: "Besides, I'm in a hurry."

"..."

The notary took off the cigarette he was holding, stared at Anser for a long time, and suddenly laughed:

"Okay, then take care, my friend."

He didn't even have the intention to stop him and just let Ansher leave.

Ansher nodded slightly, and his figure disappeared in a flash. The notary looked at the empty space where Ansher disappeared, leisurely put the cigarette in his mouth, and returned to the place where he had just rested.

If the fees are not paid, there are people who will handle it. What does it have to do with him as a notary?

And if he couldn't deal with the Zero Point Explorer's thugs, what could he do?

You should do as much work as you get paid. You should be an adventurer. Why risk your life on such things?

*

Anser returned to the Cyclops Inn, where he planned to discuss the situation of Ivora and Efesand with Mingfroy.

He seldom talked with Xitana about future plans. It was not that he did not trust Xitana, but he felt that discussing such things with Miss Wolf would do nothing but make her confused, worried, and extremely anxious.

But as a genius whose thinking is synchronized with his own, Ming Furo might be able to find some breakthrough from aspects that he has not yet discovered.

However, the strange look of the hotel receptionist made Ansel realize that something probably happened here not long ago.

After just a moment's thought, he roughly guessed what might have happened, and his eyes were slightly surprised.

You really have the guts to do this, Marina.

Thinking this way, Ansel quickly came to the door of the guest room where he and Ming Furo were. The broken and messy corridor silently told the story of the battle that took place here.

Well...it can’t be called a battle, it’s just a one-sided massacre.

After all, it looked like they didn't even have time to open the door of the guest room.

Anser turned the handle of the guest room, but after only a little turn, the handle got stuck.

Anser, who had returned to his original appearance, knocked on the door with some helplessness and amusement:

"Dear A Luo, can you let me in?"

The room was completely silent, without any sound coming out. This was natural, as the Cyclops Hotel had specially set up a soundproofing area, which was very effective.

However, the scholar lady inside did not respond to Ansher, certainly not for this reason.

"A Luo? Ming Fu Luo? My Miss Weapon, Miss Monster?"

No matter how Ansher, who was leaning against the door, called out, there was no movement from inside.

The young Hydra could only let go of the door handle and sighed.

"We have no place to sleep tonight... Then let's sleep in Marina's room. I don't think she will mind..."

Snapped!

The wooden door that was originally blocking Anser disappeared out of thin air without any warning. The petite scholar stood barefoot in the same place, holding Anser's wrist with an expressionless face.

"I'll give you one more chance to think about it."

She raised her head slightly, her expression cold: "Where do you want to go tonight?"

Anser walked into the house and said in a very innocent tone: "But you didn't let me in first."

"Who was it this morning who said in a coaxing tone like a little girl, 'Don't worry, I won't bother you', huh?"

Ming Fuluo didn't show any good face to Anser at all, raised her hand and pointed to the messy corridor: "Is this what you said, you won't disturb me?"

"Um……"

Anser rubbed his forehead and said helplessly: "Well, this is indeed my problem... I didn't expect that Marina would really dare to include you."

Ming Fuluo looked very bad, but she still held Anser's hand and walked towards the guest room. She paused and frowned at Anser: "What do you mean? Explain clearly."

"This involves... those guys under my command who have been over-indulged."

Anser undressed and threw his clothes on the bed. Ming Furo waved her hand to make the door reappear. She sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up Anser's coat and covered her legs with it, and listened to Anser briefly explain the conflict between Naylan and Marina.

"...Your subordinates are also running a brothel?"

After listening to Ansel's description, Miss Ming Fuluo unhappily asked a question that was obviously not to the point.

"The Serpent Servant is Naylan's retainer. Naylan is also one of the mainstays of Shadow Marsh. How could she have the time to run a brothel in this small Castle of Strife?"

Anser poured himself a glass of wine, poured milk for Ming Fuluo, and said with a smile: "The area she is responsible for is much larger."

"But after all, isn't she still running a brothel?"

Ming Fuluo patted the hand that Ansel handed over the milk. She looked impatient, but the force was so light that even the surface of the milk did not shake.

Anser looked at Ming Fuluo's unhappy expression, and the smile on his face faded a little. He stared at the scholar's face and said seriously, "Does Luo hate this kind of thing?"

"…I just can't bear to see people trample on me in this way."

Ming Fuluo, who pursues great changes, has a very strong pursuit of human self-worth, and her contempt for mediocre people is one of her concrete manifestations. This is both a condescending arrogance and an overly radical expectation.

"How can there be such a good thing in the world that you can make a lot of money just by spreading your legs? People like this should -"

Halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped.

"Forget it." The scholar lady lowered her eyes and sighed, "It may not be a depraved nature. People who are forced to do such things by life have no choice."

"If that brothel is demolished, then the prostitutes will not be in a better situation after losing this alternative shelter. Don't take my words seriously, Anser. I'm just... having an old problem again."

Following Ansher, Xitana learned how to restrain her claws, and Ming Furo also absorbed nutrients and continued to grow.

She began to learn humility from Ansel and tried her best to restrain her arrogant and unsympathetic character.

At the same time, Ming Furo was also very clear about one thing - that is, the "dirty work" done by Ansher's men would definitely not be as simple as just opening a brothel.

There is no point in delving into this further, except to add to his troubles and make things difficult for Anser... If he were omnipotent, he would certainly have the confidence to ask Anser not to do such things, but the problem is that he is far from being omnipotent, so naturally he has no right to make comments.

Thinking of this, Ming Fuluo sighed again and put her hand on Ansel's hand.

No matter how cold and disgusted she usually behaves, or how she looks, when it comes to serious matters, Ming Furo will not force herself to be tough.

Just now, Ansel really wanted his people to deal with that brothel.

He is already so considerate of other people's feelings... No, most likely it's just me and that stupid dog who get this treatment.

Ming Fuluo didn't know whether she should be happy or sad. She felt complicated. As if she was worried that Anser really intended to do that, she emphasized again: "Don't do anything. I just have an old problem."

"I know, there's no need for you to emphasize that you're an overly arrogant problem girl, Luo."

Anser couldn't help but laugh.

Ming Fuluo's expression turned cold: "Don't be so arrogant just because I give you a little bit of good face... I am five years older than you, you should call me sister, what does girl mean?"

"Girls like to be called girls."