The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ming Furo also knew what Ansher meant, but she had no way of being sure whether he really took her words to heart. She could only sigh silently and continue talking along with what Ansher said.

She looked at the crowded crowd below, with gleams of light flashing in her eyes.

"Speaking of which, your commission..."

Ming Fuluo, who was searching for something, said, "Is there really nothing fishy?"

"As expected of Miss Ming Fuluo," Anser praised, "She is so smart and sharp."

Ming Fuluo rolled her eyes at Anser and said, "Don't give me that. This is ridiculous. Specifically designating this time period to kill important figures of the Howling Legion...Except for that little dog, who can't see that there is something wrong?"

"Speaking of which, what on earth is this guild called the Executioner? Why? I found it. It's over there."

After finding the target, Ming Fuluo first indicated the location to Anser, and then asked: "Why does this adventurer's guild exist?"

"Ok?"

Anser tilted his head slightly as he looked in the direction Ming Fuluo pointed: "Which 'why' do you mean?"

"From what you've described, it seems that you rarely go on expeditions to the Zero Point World, nor do you dig for dynasty treasures in the West Country. Instead, you're a guild that exists by accepting commissions from others."

Anser's question made Ming Fuluo even more puzzled: "Is there any other 'why'?"

"……No."

Anser smiled and shook his head, and the surprise in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"It's just order among hyenas."

Marina, holding the record book, explained to the gloomy Xitana: "In the Western Kingdom dominated by a large number of adventurers, the existing political system of the empire is difficult to completely control this group of very...pure adventurers who are purely pursuing pleasure. In other words, the four grand dukes here have not deliberately restricted them."

"That's why there are guilds like middlemen. They serve as a buffer zone when other adventurers have conflicts over certain things. As long as the conflicts are entrusted to guilds like executioners, the fights between adventurers will not be too crazy and direct. As a buffer zone, this kind of guild can also play a role in coordination and balance to a certain extent."

This series of words made Xitana dizzy. She covered her forehead and shook her head vigorously, with a pitiful look on her face: "I, I don't understand, Lina."

The girl reached out and grabbed Marina's arm, shaking it coquettishly: "Since you are here, you can just make the decisions on these things. Why do you have to explain it to me clearly?"

Marina pulled her hand away calmly, which made Sitana look even more pitiful. The helpless ordinary girl sighed in her heart, but her face was still full of seriousness:

"I am only assisting you temporarily, Miss Fenrir, and will soon return to Mr. Faust. You will eventually have to learn how to deal with these things on your own... Also, my name is Maganlei, please don't call me by the wrong name again."

"What's this Maganlei... it doesn't sound good. There's no one else here. Don't pretend—"

"Ms. Fenrir."

Marina took a step back and lowered her head slightly: "Please maintain your manners."

Seeing her like this, Xitana opened her mouth, and the grievance on her face gradually turned into a little anger.

Marina has been like this since she came to her.

No matter how she tried to please her or how intimate she was, she always maintained a distance that made Hitana feel suffocated and sad.

Anser had reminded Miss Wolf many times, so she certainly knew why Marina did this - she simply didn't want to rely on her and didn't want Anser to be partial to her because of her...

But there is no one else here, let alone Anser's subordinates, even Anser himself is not here, why does he still treat me like a young lady!

The accumulated grievances turned into anger. Xitana snorted and directly crossed her legs on the table, angrily saying: "I have never talked about manners since I was born. There is no way to maintain them!"

"...Then I will continue--"

"I don't want to hear it, Lina!"

"My name is Maganlei, Miss Fenrir..."

"I don't care." Xitana glared at her sister. "You look a lot like my sister. I can call you whatever I want. Is that not okay?"

Marina could only rub her temples. After a brief silence, she continued to answer in a calm and indifferent voice: "Then at least let me briefly explain the intention of this decision."

Shitana originally wanted to stubbornly refuse, but she felt that it would not be good to lose her temper too much, so she finally pursed her lips and responded sullenly.

"As a civilian, I can entrust the task of cleaning up most of the low-level extraordinary people without special backgrounds to the Executioner. Can I..."

"…Wait, why do you have to use a civilian identity? Will they answer it?"

Sitana, who was listening attentively, scratched her head and asked.

"Those extraordinary people don't even treat civilians as human beings."

Therefore.

Marina whispered in her heart.

Precisely because they are not considered as human beings, but as tools and playthings to please themselves, there will be adventurers willing to accept the reward even if it is too low.

After all, in their eyes, the story behind the commission from the civilians...their humble suffering and hope, their insignificant existence, is the reward itself.

That's why Mr. Anser took me to the Executioner. From that time on, he had been hinting at me... the nature of this world.

Marina thought so, but did not tell her sister about these things.

She didn't think that Xitana was suitable to know this. Her personality would only burst into incredible...trouble when faced with such suffering.

Maybe in the future, I will explain these things to Xitana bit by bit, but definitely not now.

So Marina did not answer this question, but directly said: "They will accept this commission, and you must issue this commission in the name of all the civilians in the lower city."

"what?"

Xitana was stunned. When she heard that she was going to represent other people directly, she couldn't help but ask, "Should I ask for their opinions?"

"No." Marina sternly rejected it. "Just do it this way. Don't worry about their opinions."

Marina's answer made Xitana pull her legs off the table instantly. She straightened her back, leaned forward slightly, and said in shock: "How can this be possible!"

"I... I'm here to help them, not to control them! Even if I want to do it, I should at least listen to their opinions."

Why? There are too many reasons... The more you care about the opinions of the common people, the weaker you appear. Do these common people really have the courage to unite and entrust the executioner to deal with the problems in the lower city? And if you can't muster the courage to suppress the opposition of the common people, they in the upper city will only become more aggressive. Why can't you think of this?

Xier, you are still so... naive.

A feeling of powerlessness arose in Marina's heart. When she thought about how Shitana had "helped" people in many places along the way, she felt fear, an extremely deep fear.

What happened to the people and places that Sitana helped in the end?

She could only explain the reasons to Hitana bit by bit, using the most vivid and straightforward words possible.

“Is… is that so?”

Shetana more or less understood why the opinions of the common people could not be sought. She nodded slightly, but still said unwillingly: "Don't we have a better way? They will be very angry if they are represented like this."

"They won't." Marina shook her head.

The people here have long been accustomed to the rule of the extraordinary people, or rather... slavery.

They are willing to endure all kinds of suffering just to wait for charity or teasing from the extraordinary people. Most of them do it for fun, while a small number of them really do it for the miracle and gift of salvation.

Just once can change your life.

Although she was still extremely reluctant, Hitana couldn't think of any way to reject Marina's proposal, so she could only accept it with displeasure.

She didn't like this position at all, nor did she like this...responsibility.

Why must I make such concessions and compromises? Why can't I just... clear away all obstacles and beat those bastards so that they never dare to do bad things again? Xitana couldn't help but think so.

"As long as we use this method to clear out the unstable factors in the lower city..."

"Wait, if we want to deal with the bad guys, I can do it myself."

Marina was halfway through her words when Hitana couldn't help but interrupt again: "There's absolutely no need to find that executioner... That's right! There's no need to forcefully issue commissions in the name of those civilians."

Having said this, the girl couldn't help but feel proud of her sudden inspiration.

"…Ms. Fenrir."

Marina's fingers gripped the notebook with a little more force. She tried her best to keep her voice steady and not show any emotion. She asked in a low voice:

"How long can you do this?"

"……what?"

"How long can you personally handle the problems in the lower city of Strife Castle and protect the civilians living here?"

The girl gazed at her sister. Even after a long journey and fighting, her face was still charming and beautiful. No matter how long the time or how tired she was, her skin could not become dull and loose. It was still as moist as before.

But what about Marina? The intense work during this period made her eyes bloodshot, and the expensive cosmetics barely covered the slightly dark eye bags, and her skin also looked a little dull. Marina rarely dressed herself up, but she was always careful not to lose her manners in front of Anser.

But even though he tried hard to hide it, his face never showed any sign of fatigue. Only the slight physiological changes were silently stating the weakness of this body, this existence.

Xier, how I envy you for being able to say so confidently... "I can help them solve everything."

The mortal girl lowered her eyes slightly and whispered in her heart, and at the same time said to Xitana: "If you plan to stay in Strife Castle from now on and become the master of this lower city, then I have nothing to say about your attitude of doing everything yourself."

"I...of course I don't want to stay here!"

Xitana suddenly became anxious: "I have been looking for a suitable manager, too. Why would I want to stay here?"

"Then how long do you think you can protect them like this?" Marina asked back.

Sitana was silent.

After a long while, she answered in a tired whisper: "So, Lina, what you mean is that as long as we use the name of the civilians and entrust the people of the guild to deal with the garbage in the lower city, if we encounter any trouble in the future, the civilians can unite and find a way out by themselves... Is that right?"

Marina looked at Xitana's cautious and expectant eyes and nodded slightly.

"Yes, this is the right choice."

——No, that’s a lie.

Nothing will change. Even if the Extraordinary Guild is entrusted to solve the problem in the name of civilians this time, as long as Shitana leaves and as long as time passes slowly, everything will return to the way it was at the beginning.

With Ansel's guidance, Marina saw the tragic world clearly and knew that nothing would change.

Most adventurers will not really lend a helping hand to civilians, and civilians will never raise the rage to fight against the extraordinary people.

After Sitana leaves, all that is burning will eventually cool down, and the boiling lake will turn into dead water again. There is no other possibility.

If there is... then it can only be the path that Mr. Anser is determined to open up, which can point to a future full of hope.

Why did I lie to Xitana like this...

Judging from her appearance, she will not look back at the places she saved after completing her rescue. Otherwise... she will not still be so naive.

Just solve the problem reasonably in front of her, as for the follow-up...

Marina looked at her notebook, which contained a mountain of questions that she had summarized.

You are only helping Xier to complete Mr. Anser's mission. Are you going to ignore them and continue to live such a miserable life, Marina?

But what can you do, Marina?

You are not a hero who can fly and save the child in front of the carriage, nor are you a strong person who can directly intercept the carriage.

You are just a passerby who can do nothing but exclaim.

So, if we were to do something...

The girl's delicate fingers had unknowingly crumpled the open page of the notebook.

Dark desire was reflected in her slightly lowered eyes.

You have to…have the power.

Chapter 27: The Revolutionary Army’s Long-Term Plan…

As the Revolutionary Army's spies planted in the Castle of Strife, Bone Knife and Fiery Red Eagle are blending in with the crowd of adventurers. They are also one of the participants in this selection.

"That Mibai Tower..." The two were whispering to each other, "What do you think is going on?"

"Most likely they are pretending to maintain the situation in Fort Strife."

Bone Knife stared at the young man who ruled the Strife Castle above him, his expression grim: "They also know very well that Baye Pop cannot withdraw now."

The New World did not develop smoothly in the West. Ninety-five percent of the extraordinary people here were adventurers, and adventurers had no interest in things like salvation, revolution, and overthrowing the empire.

In the eyes of adventurers who live for the moment, no matter what happens to the empire, they will still live their lives the same way.

As for the North, the birthplace of the revolutionary army, it was plunged into war after declaring independence, and it was difficult to send more personnel to the West.

Even so, Bone Knife and Fiery Eagle decided to sneak into the Castle of Strife and plan something big.

——They are going to "blow up" the Fortress of Strife.

Of course, it was not an "explosion" in the physical sense, but it caused a drastic change in the territory of the fifth-level strongman Bayepop Leos, the base of the Howling Legion, forcing Bayepop to return immediately to garrison and withdraw from the battle between Tianrang and Xuechen.

The fight between the two grand dukes has entered a white-hot stage. If it were not for the purpose of ensuring the integrity of the spoils - that is, the territory and its residents, the fifth-level extraordinary person would have been killed long ago, and the fight would have been fought to the point of heaven and earth collapsing.