The villain's way to tame the protagonist

But she was able to take someone's life in order to achieve her goal, and gamble all the chips in her hand in exchange for the possibility of further progress. This determination and even coldness were by no means false.

Warm kindness, dark ambition... Are they both of you, or is your true nature still unknown?

In any case, it's very exciting to think about, Marina.

As long as you don’t become the most boring person, I will always pay attention to you and your future.

"Mr. Faust! Sorry to have kept you waiting. Please follow me."

Marina, holding the shoulder strap of her bag tightly, trotted over and said with a blushing face, "Please follow me. I will take you to the Executioner's Guild headquarters now."

She didn't know that Ansel was getting to know himself again, just as Ansel didn't know that Marina was secretly piecing together his inner thoughts.

The young boy and girl were thinking, pondering, and describing each other, walking away in the rain. Their figures gradually became blurred, as if they were merging together.

*

The building of the executioner's residence is not gloomy, but rather very grand and majestic, which is completely inconsistent with its guild name.

There was no guard at the door. There were groups of people sitting in the guild hall, drinking and chatting, or discussing things. It looked a bit deserted.

"Hello, Mr. Adventurer, how can I help you?"

The polite greeting from the receptionist made it seem like she wasn't a member of the Adventurer's Guild, but rather a full-time service staff of some Chamber of Commerce.

"I want to take a commission." Anser said straight to the point, "A relatively simple and direct one."

"Will you accept the commission?"

The receptionist seemed a little surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions. She took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Anser very skillfully: "Okay, please sign here... Someone will take you to do an ability test soon. After the simple test, you can go to the notice board to accept the commission."

There are many adventure guilds, and most of the time, everyone in the guild is vying for the commissions. Only very large guilds will have more commissions than they can handle. But even so, it is usually not the turn of outsiders to take on the commissions. What's more, if outsiders take on the commissions and do something wrong, it will damage the reputation of their own guild. Obviously, no adventurer's guild can be so stupid.

The fact that the executioner agreed to allow outsiders to take on commissions from within the guild was obviously something special.

Anser casually signed the word "Faust" under the parchment and then handed it back to the receptionist.

As a result, after seeing the name, the receptionist at Parchment Paper showed a slightly speechless expression, but she still smiled at Anser very professionally, then picked up the communication magic crystal, walked to the corner of the front desk, and whispered:

"Hey, Swordfish, there's an outsider coming to take the commission, a fool who thought he could cheat the contract by signing a fake name. Yeah... give him some simple work, don't break it-"

"Let's skip the strength test."

While the receptionist was still whispering furtively, Anser had already said casually, "Look at your contract roll, miss."

The receptionist turned around subconsciously, and was so frightened that she almost dropped the communication magic crystal in her hand to the ground. The parchment she had placed on the table... was actually eroded and covered by the extremely deep darkness, and in just a few breaths it turned into a ball of rotten waste paper!

"This kind of ordinary contract scroll does not have the ability to stop tracing immediately. Even if tracing the signer is a meaningless act of self-destruction, it will continue."

The young Hydra narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I suggest you buy some good contract scrolls in the future. They will remind you of the danger level of the contractor in a more reasonable way, instead of like now... well, it makes it seem like there is something wrong with the contract scroll itself."

No, no, no, this is dangerous enough! What else do you need to remind me?

The receptionist was terrified and stood there at a loss.

"Now, Mr. Faust, can you go and take the commission?"

Marina said at the right time.

"...Ah? Ah! Yes, sure! I'll call someone right away!"

The receptionist with a pale face immediately covered her mouth and said a lot to the communication magic crystal. In less than half a minute, someone came to lead Anser.

"This is...Mr. Faust?"

The man who came was a middle-aged man with a big beard. He extended his hand to Anser enthusiastically: "I am the vice president of the executioner--"

"Just take Mr. Faust to the notice board."

Marina stopped between him and Anser and stared into the middle-aged man's eyes: "Please don't do anything unnecessary."

She didn't even give the middle-aged man a chance to introduce himself. The stern look on her pretty fair face clearly expressed her attitude.

The middle-aged man, who was probably the vice president of the Executioner's Guild, was stunned for a moment. He looked at Marina for a long time, as if he couldn't believe that this girl who was so bold as to stand in front of him and show such an arrogant attitude was a mortal.

However, the man was not angry. He just smiled and shrugged: "Okay, then I will take Master Faust to the bulletin board... By the way, do you have any requirements for the commission, Master Faust?"

"It's simple and direct. It solves the goal and collects the reward."

"Oh... This kind of commission is very popular, there are very few left."

The vice president stroked his chin and said, "After all, everyone likes this kind of simple work... If this type of commission still exists, it means that the difficulty is somewhat difficult."

As he said this, he looked back at Anser and suddenly laughed:

"But for you, Master Faust, it shouldn't be a big deal. I'll take you to the third floor."

After leaving the lobby on the first floor, the atmosphere suddenly became much more lively. Many adventurers gathered on the second floor, probably because there was a bar and a bulletin board here.

"Everyone usually spends time here... drinking, chatting and stuff."

The vice president took Anser to the third floor and said casually:

"Speaking of which, there is a recent rumor about Mr. Faust... Do you know about it?"

"There have always been many rumors about me. Which one are you referring to?" Anser answered casually.

"Hahahaha, it's the Zero Point Maze a few kilometers away a few days ago. People who came back from there said that they encountered a monster-level adventurer in there, who could split the lava sea directly with one sword."

"And it is said...it is said that among the exploration permits received by the Howling Legion, there is a permit from Faust."

When the vice president said this, he was staring at Anser without any concealment.

"Although they kept the news secret, someone still leaked it out... Do you find this anecdote interesting, Mr. Faust?"

Anser, who had already arrived in front of the bulletin board, began to look at the few commissions listed there, and was too lazy to answer the vice president's words.

The latter stared at Anser for a long time, and finally sighed in giving up: "Well, I won't bother you to accept commissions. If you need anything else, please--"

"Okay, this is it."

Before he could finish his words, Ansher had already torn off a piece of commission.

The black-haired young man handed the commission to the vice president, with a slight smile on his face: "You are quite courageous. You dare to take on such a commission."

The vice president's expression changed slightly after looking at the commission, but he quickly returned to normal. He smiled and said, "This is just our branch's headquarters. The Executioner is not afraid of the Howling Legion, so it's no problem to post a commission."

Anser glanced at the clock on the wall and said calmly, "I'll be back in an hour. Remember to notify the client to arrive early."

"…an hour?"

Before the vice president could react, Anser had already walked straight towards the stairs.

At the same time, he also saw the thin mortal girl who had blocked his way just now holding the communication magic crystal, and said in a calm tone, as if discussing what to eat tonight:

"Ms. Yaper, I need the location of Mibaita Leos now. Yes, that is Bayepop's brother. I will only give you three minutes."

"See him? No, not really."

"Mr. Faust needs to borrow his head, that's all."

Chapter 15: Change is Silent

The magnificent fortress at the highest point of the Castle of Strife is the residence of the city lord Bayepop Leos and the central stronghold of the Howling Legion.

With the Castle of Strife as its core, the power of the Howling Legion radiates to the entire Western Kingdom and even other territories of the Empire. As a fifth-level strongman under the command of Grand Duke Qingjin, Bayepop's guild is naturally one of the top adventurer guilds, and he himself is also a very experienced member of the Zero Point Explorers.

However, during this period of time, Bayepop himself did not stay in the Castle of Strife. Under the instruction of Grand Duke Qingjin, he led most of the elite troops of the Howling Legion and threw himself into the bloody battle between the two Grand Dukes Tianrang and Xuechen.

But even so, it is unlikely that any accidents will happen in Strife Castle because of Bayepop's temporary absence. Firstly, this is the heartland of the territory ruled by Grand Duke Qingjin; secondly, Bayepop also left behind a few people who can control the situation.

So theoretically speaking, even if this old guild is a bit empty at the moment, nothing will happen to it, well… in theory.

"Mibaita!"

In that magnificent room, where countless white bodies were lying all over the place, extremely angry shouts were heard.

A brown-skinned woman who was not beautiful but had a cool and fierce temperament kicked open the door and roared angrily, "Get up!"

"...Oh, big sister."

The young man peeled off the soft body, straightened up lazily, and yawned: "Good morning, how come you have time to come to see me today?"

"It's already one fucking hour!"

Indrade Vaqa, Bayepop's current wife and his deputy, did not go to the battlefield with Bayepop, but stayed in Strife Castle to guard the Howling Legion's base camp.

The young man who buried himself in the pile of women was Bayepop's younger brother, Mibaita Leos. He was not a member of the Howling Legion, but he was the founder of the administrative system of Strife Castle and the actual manager of Strife Castle.

"Noon? Then it's time for lunch."

Mibaita slowly found his pants from the crowd of women and put them on. He replied lazily, "I'm going to eat something first. We can talk later if there's anything."

"You bastard..." Indra's eyes twitched, "The trials will start in a few days, have you dealt with everything?"

"Sister, you still don't trust me?"

Mibaita grinned and said, "They are just small matters. How can we not handle them? Okay, I'll go have lunch first."

The young man, shirtless, walked through the messy room, paying complete attention to what was under his feet. He would even step directly over the body of a sleeping woman, and he didn't care even if he heard the screams.

When he was a child, Mibata Leos often wondered what the purpose of the emperor's establishment of an empire was, and why an omnipotent god needed to maintain such a fragile object.

Ever since he helped his brother, who only had military power, to handle the government affairs of this territory, and now that he has completely taken over the entire political system of Strife Castle, Mibaita has had an extremely deep understanding of the emperor's thoughts.

The pleasure of domination... is above all other pleasures, an addiction that cannot be shaken off.

Once you have tasted that flavor once, you can never give it up.

Sitting in the restaurant, Mibaita slowly savored the fine meat, ignoring the report handed over by the secretary, and said vaguely:

"How's the investigation going on with Faust?"

"...I still can't find anything. I'm sorry, Master Mibaita."

"Hmm..." the young man murmured thoughtfully, "I hope I didn't run into the real thing."

I don’t know when it started, but it’s probably not too long ago that an incredible piece of news suddenly spread in the Western country.

Faust, the legendary adventurer who left countless anecdotes three years ago but disappeared mysteriously for unknown reasons, is about to return again.

As a gathering place for adventurers, the Western Country was already known for its chaos. There were dozens or even dozens of pieces of news every day that were even more bizarre than this, so no one took this matter seriously at first.

But as time went by, several guys who called themselves Faust appeared one after another.

Some of these "Fausts" are just swindlers with average skills, while some do have something and have caused quite a stir, but once they become a little more famous, they are proven to be fakes.

Up to now, there have been at least fifty Fausts throughout the empire. Two Fausts have appeared in Strife Castle. One of them cheated a precious alchemical weapon from someone else, and the other was beaten to death on the street for bragging too much.

Mibaita originally didn't care about this third Faust, but after a member of the Howling Legion died in his hands and news of his performance in the lava maze came that day, Mibaita had to take it seriously.

The death of a member was not a big deal. That guy was a notorious scumbag in the Howling Legion, so he died. But strength... had to be treated with caution.

"Hasn't he accepted our invitation yet?"

Mibaita put down his knife and fork, and the scantily clad woman next to him immediately came over and licked the oil stains off his mouth.

His secretary looked at his nose and said, "No, Master Mibaita."

"The temper is that of a big shot... I am not worthy of being a host or a guest, I am only worthy of kneeling down and paying homage, that's probably what it means."

Mibaita was not angry when he said this, but laughed twice: "Sure, it will save us trouble. If this Lord Faust, whose true or false character is unknown, dislikes me, it will be difficult to deal with him."

"Then we have to..."

"Don't worry about him." Mibaita waved his hand. "Let him do whatever he wants, loot if he wants, kill if he wants, it doesn't matter."

The secretary was slightly startled and asked subconsciously: "But will this affect you..."

"What affects me? Enjoying life?"

Mibaita stood up and stretched. "Even if my elder brother was here, I would advise him not to bother with this unknown Faust. Mr. Legend will not stop, but I have plenty of time to travel around my country. If I have a little conflict with him, I might get into big trouble. Why bother?"

Of course, the premise of all this is the scene that the group of adventurers described incoherently with yearning, fear, or reverence.

The monster standing on the sea of ​​magma was slashed down with a sword, splitting the boiling red sea and raising huge waves that covered the mountains.

Oh, it's really a fascinating sight... No wonder.

Compared to that kind of scene, he preferred to see the civilians in the lower city erupt in thunderous gratitude for the little kindness he had shown them.

Mibaita would occasionally imagine the emperor sitting on the throne, looking down upon all the powerful people in the world. Just by imagining it, his heart would beat faster and his desire would surge.

"Let's go, it's time to do something, otherwise my sister will go crazy again."

After lunch, Mibaita started his work. It was no doubt that when he dealt with political affairs, he never thought about bringing a better life to the residents of Strife Castle. He just wanted to use this to satisfy his twisted desire for power.