The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The girl waved her hand, leaving the stunned young man behind, and strode into the mansion that seemed overly luxurious in the downtown area.

"It's not a good idea to keep eating these things... I have to find a way to make some money."

Xitana would give all the money she extorted from the evil party to the local civilians, not keeping a cent for herself. The travel expenses and food expenses she had were basically earned by doing work for others and taking on commissions, and she was already familiar with this.

"Go to the upper city to take on some commissions... But if I'm not there, they'll be scared, and some of them will become dishonest. What should I do—"

Hitana, who was walking in the corridor, suddenly stopped.

She seemed to have completely ignored the greetings from the residents of the lower city and her current "subordinates". Her eyes were fixed on a few people who were talking about something not far ahead.

To be precise, it was the most conspicuous among these people, the black-haired young man with a dangerous and evil temperament.

"This guy."

Xitana grabbed a follower who was passing by and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who is he? Why did you let him in?"

"...Him? Ah, he's an adventurer from Upper Town."

The man caught by Xitana immediately replied: "He said he received a commission... to find a missing person. He thought it might be related to the human trafficking of the villain Colorful Snake, so he came to us."

The young man saw that something was wrong with Xitana's face and his expression gradually became worse. He said cautiously: "Sister Fenrir, he...he has a problem?"

"No, but..."

Xitana stared at the black-haired young man, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Can’t see through... Even the Capital of Wind couldn’t detect anything about this person.

This is the first time that Xitana has encountered such a being since she left Anser.

Logically speaking, when encountering such an opponent, one should be extremely excited and blood boiling.

But, but this resistance and coldness in my heart...what is going on?

Don't want to fight him, or do you feel that you are no match for him?

Hitana found it ridiculous. If the people she couldn't detect were very few, then the strong man who couldn't arouse her desire to fight must have never appeared at all.

Even the emperor could inspire her to fight... How come this strangely familiar guy made her not even think about fighting? Was this a special ability?

After hesitating for a long time, Xitana walked forward and cautiously closed the distance between herself and the black-haired young man.

"Hey you."

The girl stood about three meters away from him. She clenched her fists subconsciously, her body tense. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The black-haired young man tilted his head slightly and fixed his gaze on Sitana.

"You are the one who replaced the colorful snake... Miss Fenrir?"

He spoke in a nonchalant tone, and looked casual, as if he didn't take Sitana too seriously.

Under normal circumstances, with this almost provocative attitude, Xitana would have been ready to greet the other party, but this time, for some reason, she was suppressed and said with a breath: "It's me, so you——"

"I'm here to look for someone, fifteen years old, brown hair, 1.61 meters tall, with a birthmark on my neck, very distinctive features. Do you have anyone like this here?"

The black-haired young man interrupted Xitana's words rudely, as if he was not asking for help at all.

Xitana's anger also rose immediately, and she instantly suppressed the inexplicable emotion, and snorted coldly: "First, you honestly call me sister, bow, and then repeat what you just said in honorifics, and I will consider whether to answer your question or not."

When the black-haired young man heard this, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Then he ignored Shitana and walked straight towards her.

Although she didn't intentionally create any sense of oppression, Shitana still felt more and more nervous. The veins on the back of her hands were bulging, and she was ready to punch the other person in the face at any time.

But... the mysterious black-haired young man did nothing. At the moment when Shitana was so nervous that she was about to collapse the whole house in the next second, he just passed by Shitana casually.

"..."

Miss Wolf blinked her eyes, her forehead covered with beads of sweat, and she looked a little dazed.

Just... nothing happened?

What on earth was he doing here? Was he really here to look for missing persons?

Why? How could such a powerful guy like him be so idle and look for a missing person?

No, how could such a powerful guy not even find a missing person?

Hitana subconsciously turned her head and found that behind the black-haired young man, there was a thin ordinary adventurer. Hitana saw through this person at a glance. He was a completely ordinary person, but he seemed to have some special disguise on him.

It’s incomprehensible... Is the follower just an ordinary person?

Xitana stared at him suspiciously for a long time, and when the black-haired young man was about to disappear, she suddenly spoke:

"Are you really here to look for the missing person?"

Seeing that the other party did not reply and continued to walk, Xitana became more and more annoyed, but still shouted loudly: "Repeat the characteristics, I will help you find it!"

"No need." The black-haired young man said leisurely, "There is none here."

As he said this, his figure disappeared around the corner.

“…You must be crazy!”

The corner of Xitana's eye twitched: "You came here looking for someone for no reason, and when you couldn't find him, you asked someone to help you find him. Now you're willing to help you find him, but you said he wasn't here... This guy really deserves a beating!"

Miss Wolf thought she would be furious, but she just felt a little unhappy and complained a bit, and no other emotions appeared. When she realized this... she felt more and more weird.

That guy is definitely not simple, there is definitely something seriously wrong with him!

"Totok, what did you tell him just now? Did he say anything about him?"

Sitana asked the people who were just talking to the black-haired young man.

"He...he didn't say anything, Sister Fenrir."

The person being asked answered honestly: "He said he was looking for someone..."

"And you just listened to it? What if this guy is dangerous?" Hitana felt her temples throbbing.

"It's very dangerous...there's nothing we can do about it."

But these civilians didn't care and spread their hands: "We can't stop him, we can only do what we have to do."

This seemed like an honest answer that sounded like self-abandonment, but there was nothing wrong with it, which left Hitana speechless. The attitude of the Western civilians towards the extraordinary people was also quite strange in Hitana's opinion - they were extremely in awe of the extraordinary people, but it seemed... they were not that in awe. Hitana didn't know how to describe it in words.

"Ah, Sister Fenrir, if you really want to tell me your identity... I do have some idea."

Someone who was just chatting with the black-haired young man said, "Recently, there is a rumor in the lower city that there is an adventurer who specializes in accepting commissions from civilians who are executed. He is very efficient and only takes the deserved rewards. He never blackmails or does anything else out of line."

Xitana was stunned: "There are such good people?"

She originally had positive fantasies about adventurers, those stories about righteous heroes, but when she set out on her journey, Miss Hitana discovered... adventurers are just a bunch of bastards.

Different from those purely bad bastards, they are sometimes good and sometimes bad, anyway, they can't be described as good people.

She didn't believe that there could be such a person among adventurers.

"We didn't believe it either, so we just treated it as a rumor... But now it seems to be true - by the way, this adventurer called himself Faust."

"Faust?"

The crowd in the corridor was in an uproar: "Is it the devil that crawled out from the cracks of the abyss?"

"Why did I hear that it was the spirit of a general from an ancient dynasty?"

"No! It's the spirit of the cursed alchemical tool!"

While they were arguing about the story of Faust, our clever Miss Sitana slowly frowned.

Faust... Faust.

Why does this name sound so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere -

The next moment, the girl's pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang" sound, and the window in the corridor was directly knocked open, and Shitana's figure disappeared from the corridor.

Under the blank and astonished gaze of the people resting in the courtyard, Xitana looked around anxiously, her nose twitching constantly. The power of the Head of Wind emanated from everything, but she could not catch even the slightest breath.

As time passed, the shock, surprise, panic, anxiety... on her face gradually turned into calmness.

“I can’t find it…”

The girl let go of her tense heartstrings, breathed a sigh of regret and relief, and sat down on the ground.

“…Anser.”

She subconsciously held her index and middle fingers, which were wearing two rings, and stamped her feet in happiness and annoyance.

"What do you want me to do?"

*

"What do you intend to do with her?"

Miss Ming Fuluo, who was sitting on Anser's shoulder, took a sip of the pocket coffee and looked up at Anser: "And your disguise... It's simply meaningless. Until now, I still don't understand why you insist on being Faust."

"You speak as if the whole world knows that Faust is Anther Hydra."

Anser couldn't help laughing and said, "Xi'er might not be able to remember that I am Faust, right?"

"Humph, look at her expression as if she can't understand why she can't be hard with you."

Ming Fuluo snorted with a sneer: "Even without Faust's identity as a reminder, she will be able to react to who you are in no time."

"Then, Luo, can you be tough in front of me?"

"Am I not tough enough? Do you have any special fetish, Anser?" Ming Fuluo looked at Anser coldly, "It's not enough to just step on you twice, do you want to escalate to throwing coffee in your face?"

As she said this, she shook the cup in her hand. Her petite and delicate appearance made this threat, which was very cute.

"Being tough doesn't mean being vicious, A'Luo."

Anser shook his head and said, "No one likes a vicious girl."

"As for romance, I never do anything you don't like." Ming Fuluo said without thinking, "If I do it, it means you like it."

"You are too arrogant."

"So what, you don't like it?"

Anser couldn't help laughing happily, and Ming Fuluo gently pinched Anser's cheek: "Stop laughing. You dragged me out to find something to do, and you still have the nerve to laugh."

"You'll get moldy if you stay in the hotel any longer, Luo."

The young Hydra looked at the streets in the lower city, standing there, still chuckling: "It's better to get out and move around, isn't it?"

"Active in a place like this where you can't even see the sun? You're so kind to me, my dear Anser."

Although she said this, Ming Fuluo still helped Ansher start looking for someone - the person who issued this commission.

This was a small task that Ansel could easily do, so he was indeed deliberately looking for something for Ming Furo to do.

"There are so many laborers living here, you want me to... hm?"

Ming Fuluo paused, her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw something: "Let's not talk about when the workers get off work. After they get off work, they shouldn't all be so panicked, right?"

"That means something has happened that has made them panic." Anser couldn't stop smiling, "Well... who could have done such a thing?"

"..."

Ming Fuluo raised her head and she had already noticed that a group of extraordinary people were coming from the upper city to the dark lower city.

She rubbed her forehead and answered in a calm and steady tone:

"Yeah, who did it? I really can't imagine it."

Chapter 6: Xitana is in big trouble (K)

Theoretically, there is little chance of completing this commission.

After a round of visits to the human trafficking den, Anser did not find any trace of the client's son. He had either become a corpse in the gutter in the downtown area or had been sold as a slave somewhere else.

Of course, for Anser, if he really keeps searching, finding the target is just a matter of thought, but this is not in line with the style of an adventurer.

"right here?"

In front of the old wooden door covered with mold, the adventurer with his servants was out of place in the surrounding environment.

"You obviously have something related to him in your hand." Ming Fuluo kicked Anser's arm in displeasure. "Do you really want me to waste time and energy looking for a needle in a haystack? My time is precious, Anser."

"I remember a lovely lady telling me she was going to have to learn to change."

Anser knocked on the wooden door and glanced at Ming Fuluo with a surprised look on his face: "Who is she?"