The villain's way to tame the protagonist

How could she forget that? The oligarchs who monopolized new things and brought oppression and even slavery on this basis...if they could not be restrained, they would indeed only cause greater damage.

But Marina's worries don't stop there. If Strife Castle takes this thing for itself, it will undoubtedly be easier for them to bestow "blessings" on them, and it will be easier for them to dominate and play with the civilians.

But she didn't say this to Mingfuluo and Xitana. Saying those words to them, who were extraordinary beings... was already an offense in Marina's eyes.

"Then why not bring up Anser's name?" Sitana didn't think too much about it. "Just say Faust wants to get this thing, and will kill anyone who dares to touch it. I want to see if there is any idiot with the guts."

"...Do you think Mr. Faust would keep his eyes here all the time?"

"Uh..." Sitana was stunned. She scratched her cheek awkwardly. "Probably not. But even if not, they can't be so brave as to risk--"

"One day." Marina interrupted Xitana, "Maybe this works for a while, but one day, there will always be a brave guy who touches the taboo, and Mr. Faust is more likely not to be watching here."

She stared at her sister's dodging eyes, and her tone unconsciously became a little harsh: "As long as it happens once, everything will go back to the way it was before, and nothing will change."

"Is...is it that serious?"

Marina sighed, "Mr. Faust also tried to stop the slave trade. He once wreaked havoc on the black market in the imperial capital, but it was only three years. The slave trade in the black market still continued, not to mention the entire empire."

"Ms. Fenrir, is it that serious?"

"I……"

Xitana paused, thought for a while, and still refused to accept it: "No, no, the slave trade... the profit is too big! That's why people keep doing it. Anser can't control the entire empire, so they have the courage to keep doing it."

"But this thing... this thing is different!"

The girl waved her hands vigorously, using everything she had learned from Marina to explain, "The person who controls it won't get any benefits! The people in the lower city are used to this kind of air. Even if you control these machines and threaten them with this, they will just continue to breathe the original air... It's not like selling people to make money. Why would they risk losing their heads to do something that doesn't make any money at all!"

It was very rare for Xitana to say a series of logically rigorous words, which shocked Ming Furo greatly and also calmed her down a lot.

"That's right... The civilians in the lower city don't have much money to exploit. Whether the air is purified or not won't have a direct impact on them. They can just bear with it. If they use this as a threat or oppression... it shouldn't work. Besides, it's meaningless."

Because it is meaningless... because adventurers never covet the interests of civilians, they only want to squeeze the miserable lives of civilians into juice and slowly savor it.

So even if it seems "meaningless", they will do it. This is the extremely twisted relationship between the extraordinary people and the prisoners.

Marina opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She didn't know why she kept silent on this matter. Instead, she tried another way to persuade him: "But if you use Mr. Faust as your name, it will directly affect him. This... is not good."

To some extent, this sentence was much more lethal than the previous statement. The hesitation on Ming Furo's face became even stronger. Xitana did not shout at the first time and was also a little hesitant.

But before long, Miss Wolf's eyes gradually brightened.

"But... Anser wouldn't mind, right? Ah, I mean, Anser must also hope that they can live a good life."

Hitana looked at Anther, blinking her bright eyes continuously. The joyful expression on her pretty and lovely face was simply irresistible.

"Call me Faust, Miss Fenrir." Ansher pursed his lips slightly, as if trying to suppress a smile.

"You don't even use that face in front of me, why do you still use this weird name...Anser Anser, you must be thinking the same thing as I am, right!"

Facing Xitana, whose eyes were full of expectation and twinkling with little stars, Anser just smiled, then turned his head to look at Ming Fuluo: "What do you think, Luo?"

"I think……"

Ming Fuluo was still a little hesitant, because she knew that Anser was planning to do something with the identity of "Faust". If she was forced to make things difficult for Anser because of her choice, then...

"Before, I had been doing some commissions that seemed meaningless to others."

Anser reminded calmly, "It wouldn't be surprising if Faust did something like this, right?"

This answer made Ming Fuluo's eyes brighten up like Xitana's. She hesitated for a while, looked at the equipment Xitana was holding, and finally said firmly:

"Ansel, I want to... change this place, even just a little bit. Can you help me?"

"Of course." Anser answered without hesitation, "Go ahead, Luo."

"……Um!"

Ming Furo hugged Ansel tightly, then stood on tiptoe and kissed her lover's cheek, which made Xitana scream immediately. She ran over to hug Ansel's neck and kissed him fiercely on the other side.

And Marina watched all this in a daze, like an outsider... No, she was an outsider.

But before this, she didn't think of herself as an outsider.

Mr. Anser… He clearly knew that this was wrong, that it was only a temporary measure, and that it might cause him completely unnecessary and avoidable trouble.

He clearly knew what was the right thing to do. He was the one guiding me. What I could think of, Mr. Anser would definitely think of as well.

But why...

Staring at the warm smile on the blond boy's face, Marina was a little dazed.

Why is Mr. Anser's choice different from mine?

Chapter 32: This filled her with determination

The first round of the selection contest came to an end quickly, and one hundred and fifty extraordinary people who had gathered from all over the Western Country stood out and were ready to enter the next round of competition.

Of the 150, only the last 15 will be able to get a place and join the Howling Legion. Of course, at this stage of the selection, whether or not to join the Howling Legion is secondary. The key is how much limelight you can get in the competition and how much reputation you can make.

Among these 150 people, there are actually three fourth-order scepter-level transcendents, which is extremely rare, because fourth-order transcendents do not need to use this kind of competition to become famous. Most of them are already well-known strong men, and it is somewhat bullying for them to participate in this kind of competition.

Gamblers placed the most bets on these three people - of course, this was all within the plan of the trader.

"In... Lord Indra." The secretary disguised as Mibaita stood trembling in front of Indra's bed. "The current situation is, just, like this."

"He didn't do anything else?"

Half leaning on the bed, his whole body wrapped in bandages, with only his head exposed, Indrata said in a hoarse voice: "Still just doing some insignificant commissions?"

"……Yes, it is."

The brown-skinned woman, who looked like a lioness, remained silent. She slowly stroked her bandaged arm, as if she was savoring the pain at that moment.

After a slight shudder, Indra stared at the fake Mibaita with cold eyes: "No news from Bayepop?"

Someone hacked his own woman into a bloody mess in his hometown. If a man knew about this, no matter how important the matter outside was, he would definitely go crazy and rush back.

What's more, the teleportation array of the Castle of Strife was open, so it was no effort for Bayepop to come back, but the leader of the Howling Legion did not make any movement.

Even if the opponent is a legendary adventurer, you are at least a fifth-level person. It shouldn't be a problem to fight for more than ten rounds, right? If it doesn't work, can't you still ask Grand Duke Qingjin? Why are you so cowardly?

Therefore, many extraordinary people were puzzled by Bayepop's reaction, while Indra and the fake Mibaita had already learned from Grand Duke Qing Jin that the master of the Howling Legion, a capable general under Grand Duke Qing Jin, seemed to have shown signs of rebellion.

Adventurers are not like nobles. They have no sense of honor and belonging to their territories. If they lose a base, they can just get another one when the time comes. It doesn't matter at all. Bayepop took a large number of elite soldiers with him when he participated in the war, so he was not short of manpower.

"It shouldn't be..."

Indrata murmured in a low voice: "If he wanted to rebel, he wouldn't give up Mibaita so easily. Logically, he should find a chance to contact Mibaita. How come there is no news at all?"

"Or did he already know that Mibaita was dead and planned to abandon Strife Castle? What is going on... Damn it!"

The woman growled and punched the wall. The whole wall and the whole room began to tremble, and her bandaged arm quickly seeped blood.

The severe pain and the current situation irritated Indra's nerves. She was not good at thinking about complicated situations. Otherwise, as an equally ambitious person, she would not have handed over the affairs of the Castle of Strife to Mibaita.

The only thing she was sure of was that her situation had not changed at all. The person riding on her had simply changed from Bayepop to Faust.

but……

"He is... stronger."

Indra looked at the bandage that gradually turned dark red, and an unnatural blush appeared on his brown skin.

That day, at that moment, through countless black blades, she could only see Faust's back.

And that man didn't even bother to spare her a glance.

The pain engraved on his body and this pure indifference gave Indra's heart an extremely definite answer - Faust is stronger than Bayepop, countless times stronger!

“Hehehe… Hehehe…”

The lioness licked the bandage that was oozing with blood, an excited smile appearing on her face.

It doesn't matter who rides on me, but having a powerful monster like this... is even better.

The alien substance called extraordinary was stirring up waves in her body and soul like a surging tide. Indra smelled an opportunity and the possibility of going further.

She took some time to calm down, then said indifferently: "Never mind, from now on, just listen to Faust's arrangements. Let him do whatever he wants to do."

Mibaita looked at Indrata in astonishment: "Is it... everything?"

"What else? Do you want to do something in private? Do you want to disobey that monster?"

"No, no, no... I didn't. I get it, Lord Indra."

The woman waved her hand wearily: "Go away."

Mibaita was as if he had been granted amnesty, and immediately turned around and prepared to leave, but at this moment, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

Indra's gaze turned towards the gate. Even though he was seriously injured, the fourth-level transcendent's extraordinary perception enabled him to immediately capture the breath of the person outside the door.

It is a tiny, weak insect that can be easily crushed to death.

Indra was very familiar with this aura, because it was she who had made a deal with him as Faust's spokesperson.

Without waiting for Mibaita to react, she said coldly, "Come in."

The door of the bedroom was slowly pushed open, and a thin figure dressed as an ordinary adventurer walked in calmly and steadily.

"I hope I didn't disturb you, Ms. Indra."

The visitor held the brim of his beret and smiled at Indrata.

Maganlei Brandt...a ignorant, reckless mortal.

Indra hated this girl and her disgusting smile that made her look so infuriating and seemed to have everything under control.

I hate her even more... every word she says really hits the mark on my psychological pain.

It was this girl in front of him who could be beaten into pulp by Indra with just a wave of her hand. She had reached an agreement with her not long ago, allowing Mibaitha's death to be silent and allowing "Mibaitha" to appear in the public eye as usual, thus controlling the Castle of Strife without anyone noticing.

If Faust's name was the reason why Indra reluctantly accepted the agreement before, then the countless wounds Indra now suffered were the real reason for her surrender.

However, even if he was willing to submit to the monster with a black blade on his waist, it did not mean that Indra would give the girl in front of him a good look. At most... he would maintain an attitude that would not be too offensive.

"If you have anything to say, just say it...Also, why don't you just go away?"

The latter sentence was naturally addressed to Mibaita, but without specifying the target, it undoubtedly carried a hint of bad provocation.

Mibaita immediately fled from the bedroom and closed the door. Only an ordinary and delicate girl and a scarred lioness were left in the room.

As long as the latter is willing, he can tear the former into pieces and swallow it into his stomach with just a thought.

But the girl, who had been trekking in the wilderness full of wild beasts and monsters for a long time, was now able to deal with them more easily.

"Are you feeling better?"

She did not speak directly as Indrata requested, but smiled and cared about Indrata's injuries.

The woman sneered and raised the arm wrapped in dark red bandages: "Do I look okay?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry."

Marina leaned forward slightly with her hands behind her back and said apologetically:

"After all, it was Mr. Faust who caused the injury, so it will be a bit difficult to recover."

"..."

Veins popped out on Indra's temples. She didn't mind Faust saying such words to her, but she hated the fact that this woman hit her like that.

Her breathing gradually became heavy, and the cold light in her eyes began to become ferocious and violent.

"Even so, it's just a matter of time to kill this ignorant rat."

"Smart mice hide in shadows that are big enough."

Marina showed a peaceful and gentle smile, not at all annoyed by Indra's obvious threat: "It is difficult to find mice in the shadows, Ms. Indra?"

"Ha." Indrata sneered, "Are all the shadows before my eyes?"

Hearing this, the girl asked in confusion: "Isn't it?"

She stepped forward step by step, until she was close enough for Indrata to grab her throat with one hand, and whispered:

"Mr. Faust is watching you, Ms. Indra."

"Because I'm watching you."

The moment she met those deep red eyes, Indra actually felt for a moment... her consciousness was drawn into some vortex, and the next second, she broke free from this strangeness, and her uncontrollable anger instantly reached its peak.

——Because the damn guy in front of her didn’t have any magic and couldn’t possibly have any magic. She was just... purely scared.

Why... can she threaten me so unscrupulously in the name of Faust!