The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Is it because she has followed Anser for only a short time and is not as ignorant and fearless as others who deeply respect Anser's power, or is it because she... was born this way?

"Let Marina continue." Anser smiled with narrowed eyes, "Don't you think it's interesting, Nalan?"

"…If you think so, then that's a reason."

Miss Naylan, who misunderstood, responded softly: "If her little playfulness can make you happy, then it is valuable."

Of course Anser would not correct anything. He stood up and said calmly, "Besides this, there is nothing else, right?"

"...Ms. Xitana's appearance has had some impact on some of the Serpent's deployments in the Castle of Strife."

Nairan honestly mentioned another thing that was really troublesome for her, but at the same time she calmly explained: "But this is not a big problem. I will let Serpentine make corresponding adjustments based on Miss Sitana's actions."

"Then there's no need to spoil her like this."

Ansher couldn't help but smile when he thought of his cute wolfhound showing such pride and complacency in front of him.

He walked to the window and looked at the increasingly bustling streets of Strife Castle, his eyes full of smiles:

"Just follow the arrangements. No need to ask for my opinion. It's okay to let her suffer a little... In fact, that's better."

Having said that, the young Hydra, who was holding onto the window sill, raised the corners of his mouth a little more. His distinct lightness and confidence were enough to make many of his followers jealous.

"I just want her to suffer, but I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."

"I understand, Lord Anser."

The woman bowed her head again and saluted Anser: "Naylan will take his leave now. If you need anything, please call me."

All I can say is that Rhine's worries are absolutely correct. If it weren't for Marina, Shadow Swamp would have completely taken over all affairs around Anser by now - although it's not much different now, it's better than nothing.

"You have great confidence in your puppy."

Ming Fuluo, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, suddenly spoke up. The scholar lady had always been there, and Anser did not allow Naylan to avoid her.

"Her progress is obvious to you and me, isn't it?" Ansher turned his head and said with a smile.

"If you mean how to more efficiently turn a person into a corpse or a disabled person."

Ming Fuluo closed the book and sneered, "Then I do have a deep understanding of her 'progress'."

While Anser and Marina were completing the commission, Ming Fuluo and Xitana set out together to rescue the slaves in the lower city. How can I describe this process...

Even from the perspective of a righteous person, it was obviously too cruel.

Ming Furo was indeed amazed at Shitana's growth in strength. It was not simply reflected in her strength in terms of violence, but in her all-round improvement - balance, control, skill... Oh no, there was no skill in Shitana's fighting. Rather than being a skill, it was her natural instinct and talent.

A kind of talent that is so absurd that it makes people jealous to the point of going crazy, "I think this is the way I should do it, but I don't know why."

"Give her some positive comments, dear Miss A Luo." Anser said with a helpless smile.

Ming Fuluo raised her dead eyes and said, "Are you heartbroken?"

"It would be very difficult for me if you and her quarreled frequently."

"This is the price you have to pay for wantonly playing with multiple women."

Miss Scholar snorted, "Do you want to take all the good things away?"

"Just speaking from the perspective of personality..." Anser stroked his chin and pondered, "Whether it's you or Xi'er, both of you are a little bit..."

"What do you have?"

Ming Furo casually raised her hand, and the iron-gray particles quickly condensed into a pistol.

"From a popular perspective, she doesn't quite meet the standards of a good girl."

boom!

There was a little purple fluorescence between Ansher's eyebrows.

Ming Fuluo put away the pistol, jumped off the bed, walked to Ansel with an unhappy look on her face, stood on tiptoe and wiped his forehead.

"I'm not a good girl. I really wronged you." She poked Ansel's waist hard...or should I say, she thought she poked him hard.

"I told you, that's the public level. After all, from the perspective of passers-by, one of you and Xi'er is cold and aloof, without any human touch; the other is irritable and always causing trouble. Obviously, it doesn't count... I said it's the perspective of passers-by."

Anser, whose face was pinched by the expressionless Ming Fuluo, couldn't help laughing and said, "That's not the case for me."

"Then tell me quickly."

The cold and aloof Miss Ming Furo urged Ansher to say something nice.

"To me, Luo is weird and cute——"

"stop!"

Ming Fuluo, who had just urged Ansel, immediately covered his mouth, and the boy gave her a very innocent look.

"That's disgusting. You are not allowed to say that anymore."

Ming Fuluo withdrew her hand while saying this, turned her head slightly to look away, and tucked her falling hair behind her ears.

"Xi'er really likes to hear me say this."

"She's a fool, am I?"

The awkward but cute Miss Ming Fuluo said coldly while walking out of the house: "Your secretary is going to accompany your puppy now. It's my turn to accompany you to work these few days. Please be grateful, okay?"

Anser followed her small steps and tried hard to suppress his smile: "Then may I ask why Miss Ming Fuluo wants to accompany me?"

"I'm in a good mood."

"Why are you in a good mood?"

"It's so annoying."

The petite and lovely scholar turned around, with a slightly heart-warming blush on her delicate face: "Do you really have to force me to say those disgusting words?"

Anser finally couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at! Don't sleep with me tonight!"

"Aren't you very good at saying such disgusting things, my dear Luo?"

Miss Ming Fuluo always suffers a crushing defeat when facing Anser.

But after being defeated, she would always take the initiative to hold Ansel's hand. Maybe she actually enjoyed this kind of failure.

Maybe... since she has such a good understanding with Anser, she may not be forced to fail sometimes.

*

Ming Fuluo, who was sitting on Anser's shoulder, frowned and looked down at the crowded and noisy crowd below: "It's so noisy."

"It's better to describe it as lively. Don't always have a negative view of the world, Luo."

"...When did you become so sunny?" Ming Furo poked Ansher.

"Hmm..." Anser tilted his head slightly, "Since you started saying disgusting things to me?"

"Don't play tricks all the time... Never mind."

Ming Fuluo sighed as if giving up, then held her cheek and asked, "What kind of selection competition is this?"

The "selection competition" of the Castle of Strife is a very famous event in the territory ruled by the Grand Duke Qingjin and even in the entire Western Kingdom.

At first, this was just a test organized by Bayepop, the controller of the Howling Legion, to attract talents. But after his younger brother Mibaita took over the affairs of the Castle of Strife, this talented young man gradually transformed it into a... fighting competition for adventurers.

The adventurers of the Western Kingdom are free.

They are not directly controlled by the nobles, and they spend the treasures discovered in the Zero Point World or other places in exchange for wealth and enjoy life. But there are naturally some people who pursue power among them. After all, embarking on the path of transcendence means that you can't stop the desire for leapfrogging.

But what does “powerful” mean?

Can you go deeper into the more dangerous Zero Point Maze? Can you find more valuable treasures? Can you become stronger... and then what?

Adventurers are hyenas. They are maniacs obsessed with desires and are never pure enough seekers of truth.

For them, being powerful... needs to be able to be exchanged for something more substantial.

But this world is so "stable". The emperor's absolute rule has wiped out the possibility of extraordinary people fighting with all their might, making this power manifest most directly - violence, with no way to vent.

It is for this reason that many extraordinary beings have established territories to dominate and play with mortals in order to demonstrate their "power" and gain the meaning and value of the existence of this power.

Humans crave violence, and all extraordinary beings possess a certain element called "beast". It is an impulse from ancient times, a desire engraved in the instinct of life.

Mibaita was very keenly aware of this, so he changed the selection competition of the Howling Legion into a competition in which the extraordinary people were turned into beasts in cages, fighting each other and venting their strength, and... it was a huge success.

Under the operation of Grand Duke Qingjin, the [Dispute Trials] has become the most popular event in the West Country. Even though some adventurers have been inspired by Mibai Tower and have successively held similar competitions, no one can achieve the level of Mibai Tower. In addition to the support of Grand Duke Qingjin, his own ability also played a huge role.

With different competition methods every time and an increasingly mature competition system, the events controlled by Mibaita are far ahead of other competitors in all aspects.

Such a capable person died inexplicably at the hands of Ansher because of a commission that he could not accept.

Well...died at Anther's hands.

So who is the person standing at the highest point of the stands, like a densely packed crowd, loudly announcing the official start of the selection competition?

Chapter 26: Sinking into a Dark Heart

Looking at the extraordinary people who seemed to be in a frenzy, Ming Fuluo frowned and asked in confusion: "Is this competition... worth their excitement?"

"You're not a hyena, A'lo." Anser replied with a smile, "Of course I can't empathize with the happiness of a hyena."

"…I am not interested in what kind of animals they are."

The petite scholar subconsciously pressed Anser's shoulder and looked at the fanatical adventurers with her purple eyes, which contained disdain and contempt, as well as complexity and sadness.

"If you don't have a place to vent your energy..."

She murmured quietly, "Wouldn't it be nice to use that power to change the world?"

"You want the extraordinary to change the world?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly. "This is different from your grandfather's vision, Luo."

"So this isn't his, it's mine."

Ming Furo glanced at Ansher and spoke in a calm and natural tone. She stretched out her hand towards the sky, and iron-gray particles built an exquisite small tower.

"I am still a trapped beast in the past. I am really sorry for your nagging, Mr. Nagging Monster."

Xitana practices the hot and pure justice in her heart, and Ming Furo is also still on the path of seeking change.

The only difference from the past is that she is no longer pursuing a bright future for someone. She wants to use her own will and strength to open up the new world that she and the boy three years ago longed for.

——Live for yourself.

This little brat who always liked to preach to her always managed to hit the spot where she was most willing to accept it.

Anser smiled and touched Ming Fuluo's head: "So you are willing to accept the help provided by the extraordinary people?"

Ming Fuluo sneered: "So what if I am willing to accept it? Will they be willing to do it? The reason why Grandpa did not place his hopes on the extraordinary people in the first place was that they simply could not help ordinary people from the bottom of their hearts."

"But the difference between him and me is..."

The petite beauty sitting on Ansel's shoulder gently leaned her head on his forehead.

"I have you by my side, right, Anser."

"Do you have to wait until you can use me before you act like a spoiled child?"

Bang!

Ming Fuluo hit Anser's forehead hard, her expression cold: "You'd better die, you little brat."

But after she said this, she felt a little regretful.

"... Allowing extraordinary people to exert their power on ordinary people is indeed too absurd."

She reached out and rubbed the place where she had just bumped into, and said softly: "I just simply believe that you can do anything. Forgive my stupidity and don't take it to heart."

"Now that you've said that," Anser looked helplessly at the pair of purple eyes that concealed an imperceptible tenderness, "How can I not take it to heart?"

Seeing that Ansir seemed to be taking it seriously, Ming Furo's expression flashed with nervousness for a moment. She was willing to gain strength from Ansir, but she didn't want him to waste his energy on a goal that was impossible to achieve.

"If you want to help me... just spend more time doing research with me."

The woman said very seriously: "That's the end of the topic just now."

"Okay, that's it."

Anser comforted Ming Fuluo, who was a little uneasy about his slip of the tongue just now, and said softly as if to divert her attention:

"Do you remember what you are going to do this time?"

"...I'm not your little dog, how can I forget something like this?"