The villain's way to tame the protagonist

This is obviously a consensus among adventurers and extraordinary people that needs no further explanation.

The wheels rolled forward, and Marina clenched the notes in her hand, as if she was grasping at her last bit of dignity.

"You want me to kill him?"

Anser asked suddenly.

His words stunned Marina. Such words asking for his opinion made the girl feel panic in her heart. She was about to refuse in panic subconsciously, but when she met Ansel's deep sea-blue eyes, she fell silent again.

If I were to refuse, it shouldn't be because I don't want to trouble Mr. Anser.

The thought came to her mind.

So the girl shook her head and said, "No need, Mr. Anser, it's not worth it."

"Isn't it worth it?" Ansher asked back.

Marina said softly, "The talent of the mortal Maganlei may be worthy of your guidance, but it is not worthy of you killing a transcendent because of a careless remark, and it is not worthy of your tyrannical act."

She did not underestimate her abilities, but emphasized her identity as a "mortal".

Anser nodded slightly and said nothing more. He just looked calmly at the Salt Lake City which was getting closer and closer.

Marina looked at his profile. That face, which was very different from his original appearance, was filled with a respectable solemnity and majesty, making people feel that Faust seemed to be this image.

But Marina knew very well that Anser showed less and less gentleness when he was alone with her. But Marina didn't think that this didn't mean that Anser was alienated from her, nor that the boy who was always gentle to others was deliberately pretending to be majestic, but because only when he was alone with her... the person she loved would start to think about those heavy things.

Marina felt honored and uneasy about this.

Another half an hour passed and the carriage finally arrived in Salt Lake City.

Anser actually has many ways to travel. Not to mention that Dispute itself provides a variety of transportation. He can fly to Salt Lake City with Marina by himself, and it doesn't take that long at all.

But Anser still deliberately took a caravan carriage without asking for any tolls, and the adventurer on the road was the bodyguard of the caravan.

The answer is obvious. Although Ansel has been putting pressure on Marina during this period, he does not let her struggle in the vortex of confusion. He still gives her the opportunity to analyze the current situation and room to breathe.

The young Hydra glanced at Marina who was holding the notebook tightly, and he could see the girl's tense mind clearly.

"Following Ms. Ming Fuluo's instructions..."

After entering the city, Ansel and Marina took a carriage in the city and arrived at a more luxurious villa in Salt Lake City.

"Number 65, Heckler Street, the residence of the adventurer Hattings."

Marina didn't seem to notice Anser's gaze. After confirming the destination, she nodded and turned to look at Anser: "Mr. Faust, this is it."

-By the way, Ming Furo did not follow Anther this time, because she didn't want to run errands for Anther anymore, nor did she trust Xitana to rescue other slaves alone, so she temporarily replaced Marina for a day and stayed with Xitana.

The girl holding the shoulder bag straps with both hands whispered: "Should we say hello first, or--"

"Adventurers don't need to follow so many rules, Lord Gan Lei."

Anser walked straight forward, and the iron gate blocking his way automatically collapsed and turned into powder.

The adventurer Faust abandoned the order that Lord Hydra had always abided by, and used the power that no one could resist at will.

The main door of the villa was also silently broken. When Ansher stepped into the house, the maid who was cleaning the messy living room and wearing only an apron cast a surprised look at him, and then screamed as a matter of course.

- Of course, there was no need for the scream to attract the owner of the house. Anser simply tapped the hilt of the black sharp sword at his waist, and the ceiling automatically cracked. As the sounds of bricks and stones shattering and heavy objects falling rang out one after another, a man still covered with a quilt fell directly to the floor, with a blank look on his half-asleep face.

"Haiola Hastings, the fifteen-year-old boy you bought from the Colorful Serpent of Castle Strife last time, give him to me."

Without asking about the identity, Lord Faust went straight to the point, looking down at the adventurer who was gradually coming to his senses.

——Of course, he could actually skip this sentence and just take the fifteen-year-old boy who was sold back, but doing so would obviously go against one of Anser's original intentions for accepting this commission...

"...Wait a minute." Mr. Hastings rubbed his forehead. "My friend, who are you? A member of the Colorful Snake?"

This time, Anser did not speak, and before he was silent for two seconds, Marina took the initiative to speak:

"Mr. Faust has received a commission from the executioner to find the client's missing son. After a few days of investigation, we can confirm that the boy sold to you by the colorful snake is the target of the commission, so please...so, you have to hand over the boy to Mr. Faust."

The girl's tone was neither hurried nor slow, and her logic was very clear, but Hastings became even more confused.

"Commissioned... executioner... Faust?"

The man who was probably still asleep looked at Anser for a long time, then burst into laughter: "You said you are Faust? Seriously? Hahaha, buddy, you are going to make me lose my morning temper."

As he said this, he slowly changed the clothes that had fallen to the side. He didn't seem to be angry at all because a lunatic who called himself Faust broke into his house, chiseled a hole in the ceiling, and disturbed his nap.

——But that was of course impossible. The reason why he was acting so harmonious and friendly now was purely because he smelled danger and acted in such a flattering manner.

…like a hyena.

Why is every adventurer like this? Even if they really have no ability to resist Mr. Anser, can they just act so naturally and without any psychological barriers and act in a humble and friendly manner?

The integrity and dignity of the strong, don’t they... have such things?

And Ansher remained silent, or rather, was waiting for Marina's answer.

So after a brief silence, Marina stared coldly at the adventurer who was laughing.

"If you don't want to lose the chance to get up from now on, take back what you just said and apologize to Mr. Faust."

"……what?"

It was only then that the adventurer Hastings's gaze fell on Marina, as if he had no idea who had spoken just now.

"You are, his...eh?"

Suspicious, Hastings seemed unable to say the word "servant". He looked at Marina for a long time, then said in a puzzled manner: "A little pet?"

The adventurer did not show any contempt or arrogance. Like the adventurer in the carriage, he asked this question with pure doubt and without any malice.

How could a mortal have the right to interrupt a conversation between powerful transcendents like this? This was not normal.

"I won't repeat it again." Marina looked at Hastings expressionlessly, "Apologize to Mr. Faust for your rudeness just now."

"Oh... er, okay."

The man shrugged. "If you really are that legendary sir, then I should really be grateful to you for still having my life."

Adventurers always have to step into the unknown world and descend into all kinds of bizarre places. Most of them have already honed their extraordinary ability to accept. Mr. Hastings was not even surprised that Anser would make such a big fuss just for a commission, or he could just endure it very well.

"Let's get back to the point. You want my little baby, right?"

A smile appeared on the man's face, but this somewhat disgusting name made Marina have some very bad thoughts.

"Well... I bought it from the Colorful Snake legitimately after all - of course, if Master Faust insists, I can take it directly, but, this..."

He rubbed his hands with a smile: "A big shot like you wouldn't care about this little money, right? After all, you definitely didn't take on this kind of commission for the money in the first place."

"There is no such thing as a legal slave trade."

Marina continued to speak for Anser. She stared at Hastings and spoke word by word, "You'd better hand him over immediately."

"..."

Hastings was silent, not because he was reluctant, but because he shifted his gaze to Marina again, his eyes full of confusion.

This confusion made him fall into silence.

"so……"

It was only then that he suddenly realized:

"So you're not Mr. Faust's pet or anything, you're his servant!"

At this moment, a string in Marina's heart completely broke.

All these days, as Anser's "servant", as a mortal servant, all the confused, puzzled, and strange looks she had endured, like a delayed curse, suddenly erupted at this moment.

"I am... Mr. Faust's servant."

Marina dug her nails into her palms, her voice trembling with out-of-control emotions: "What's the problem?"

"Um...ah? Uh, nothing wrong?"

Hastings seemed to have sensed the change in Marina's mood. He seemed to be worried that this would displease Ansel, so he immediately made his attitude clear: "I don't look down on you just because you are a mortal, Miss! How should I put it... Oh, right! You are obviously a mortal, but you were chosen as a servant by Mr. Faust. Doesn't this show that you are very powerful!"

He laughed and said, "You will definitely achieve great things in the future, my lovely lady. Being valued by Mr. Faust, your future will be..."

Marina couldn't hear Hastings words clearly. There was only a buzzing noise in her ears.

enough……

Why is it all about this attitude?

Not contempt, not disdain, but curiosity, but an attitude of interest?

Why...why do all of you look like "Look, his helper is a talking dog"?

The extraordinary people do not look down on ordinary people, not at all.

During this time, Marina saw more clearly than anyone else that they actually did not despise mortals at all.

Just simple, don't care.

The adventurer who was threatened by Anser in the carriage didn't care about apologizing to a mortal, and didn't feel even a little bit of shame.

Just like his initial insult to Marina, it was not out of malice at all - mortals were no longer from the same world as them, so what right did they have to inexplicably develop the malice to insult each other?

Would anyone suddenly have the idea of ​​"insulting" a dog, an ant, or a toy?

Just don't care.

Marina recalled how Queen Bee Yapper behaved when she first met her.

Thinking back to when she heard his threat, she burst into laughter, just like Mr. Hastings in front of him.

Queen Bee laughed out loud because of Marina's threat. She did not feel any anger at all as if "this mortal dared to threaten me", but was full of joy and happiness as if "this mortal is threatening me".

Why has this kind of experience never happened before?

Why had she never before suffered such disregard that was more infuriating than contempt?

Faust's identity as a servant may not be as important as Hydra's follower, but do adventurers still not fear Faust?

Even if they don't think Mr. Anser is the real Faust, isn't the power he has demonstrated enough to make the adventurers... also maintain awe towards me?

Extraordinary people and ordinary people... The girl has realized that Anser is intentionally guiding her thinking on the social relationship between the two.

This is a great torture and torment for intelligent mortals.

As she searched for the answer step by step, she also gradually realized how insignificant she was, no different from dust.

——Even if I follow Anser, I can’t erase my humility.

In the Red Frost Territory, in the Imperial Capital, in the Hydra Territory, her humbleness was overshadowed by the supreme glory of Hydra, and no one would treat Marina with such "indifference". But at this moment... even with the blessing of the status of Faust's servant, almost all adventurers did not take her, a mortal, seriously.

Hastings was still chattering on: "Come to think of it, I've thought about finding a mortal servant before, but it was too troublesome to take care of him... You know, servants are not maids or waiters who only need to cook and clean. How can a mortal support him..."

"enough!"

Marina, who had never shown any inappropriate emotions in front of Anser, shouted uncontrollably, "Enough!"

Her humility and insignificance were exposed to the sun.

Her fragility and weakness were clearly visible under the bright light.

But these are not the fundamental reasons why Marina lost her composure.

The reason is that she has already vaguely touched upon the truth of the original problem?

——Why are there so many mortals gathering under the rule of adventurers and extraordinary people?

Hastings was frightened by her appearance and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Marina staggered back two steps and fell into Ansel's arms.

The young Hydra looked down at the girl's dazed and collapsed expression and said softly:

"Gan Leiqing."

"Are you confused, or are you unable to accept the answer you touched?"

"I……"

Marina pursed her lips, her voice hoarse.

What is the answer to that question...?

It is obvious that adventurers and extraordinary people don't care about mortals at all, so why are they still flocking to the rule of this group of people? Why do the civilians in the city below the Castle of Strife still have to live in such a place?

The answer... couldn't be simpler.

The emperor established a complete empire, with a sufficiently complete system, sufficiently strict rules, and sufficiently clear... classes.