The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Just when Indra subconsciously raised his arms and tried to grab Marina's neck, the girl who was trudging through the wilderness smiled and raised her chin slightly with great pleasure, as if she knew what she would do, and directly moved her snowy neck forward.

The lioness's claws hovered in the air and stopped just before touching her neck.

"Ms. Indrata."

Marina slowly and gently placed her hand on her neck, put her five fingers together, and slowly clasped them.

"I know that your anger does not come from my offending you."

The girl's voice seemed always gentle, but the resentment and pain accumulated in her red eyes seemed to be difficult to suppress any longer.

"You are angry about why I have the right to talk to you on an equal footing, angry about why I am favored by Mr. Faust, and angry about why that person... is not you."

She suddenly sighed: "Actually, I still really hope that you can be angry simply because of my offense, even if it's just a little bit."

Marina continued to move forward, but Indra no longer dared to stretch out her arms. She was forced to bend her arms, and her five fingers could not exert any strength.

"I wish you were angry about how dare this mortal challenge me, rather than how could she win the favor of Faust."

"Ah, please don't give me the fifth level. I feel very happy to have the favor of Mr. Faust. I have never thought of giving this favor to others, but I sometimes think about it..."

At this moment, Indra was no longer so angry after calming down. Instead, she was a little surprised and uncertain, because the girl in front of her was not like this when she negotiated with her not long ago. This girl... seemed a little out of control.

"Sometimes I wonder, is this fate of being ignored really unchangeable?"

Marina's eyes showed a thoughtful expression and she seemed a little confused.

But it only took a moment, and the strangeness disappeared without a trace. She smiled apologetically and loosened Indra's hand that was forced around her neck.

"Sorry, I need to calm down a bit... let out some of the emotions in my heart. You should understand that everyone has those days when they feel sentimental, right?"

Looking at this increasingly strange and inexplicable girl, Indra suppressed his annoyance and said in a deep voice: "So what do you want from me?"

Marina, who had regained her dignified demeanor, said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Faust wants..."

She quickly gave a brief account of the air purifier, and Indra was stunned.

"Is that all?"

She looked at Marina in disbelief: "Fuck you...are you sick? I thought Faust was going to kill someone again, or wanted me to do something...but it's just, just this kind of thing? Purify the air?!"

As he spoke, Indra even laughed out of anger: "Are you kidding?"

"I hope you can say what you just said to Mr. Faust." Marina smiled sweetly.

"……I see."

Although he felt it was incredible, Indrata did not think much about it, thinking that Faust was busy with some commission. He waved his hand and said, "Faust can do whatever he wants... It doesn't matter if he demolishes the lower city and rebuilds it. For such things, you can just tell Mibaita directly, and you don't need to come to me."

"So you see... this is the problem, Ms. Indra."

Marina sighed faintly and said, "You wouldn't think this would be unusual."

"……What do you mean?"

If children can more or less develop feelings for some toys, then the common people in the downtown area are just inferior products that they will tinker with when they feel like it and then throw aside.

Only when I want to play, I will realize - hey, who changed the appearance of my toy?

Then, you can make it into something "interesting" to yourself according to your own ideas.

Indra would never have thought, or to be more precise, he would never have thought that the extraordinary people would slowly discover that the environment in the lower city had improved over time, and then realize that they had no fun anymore, and then choose to control the purifier.

Marina was too lazy to explain this to her, because it was useless to just talk to these people.

Even...relying on force can only solve temporary problems.

"What I mean is that Mr. Faust will not stay in Strife Castle forever, but those purifiers must always be effective."

Indra thought for a long time before reacting: "You are worried that someone will destroy those things... Who would be so bored?"

She herself doesn't think anyone would do that, but the fact is that someone would do it.

So Marina just smiled and said, "Just know this, and remember... Mr. Faust will be watching you."

"Mr. Faust's name will soon spread throughout the West and the Empire. He will not stop here, but you will always be in his shadow."

Marina bowed slightly and said, "Please don't forget this, Ms. Indra."

When he raised his eyes, the coldness in those red eyes was totally not the terrifying color that a normal mortal should have.

“Please respect everything about him.”

Having said this, she smiled sweetly again, said goodbye politely to Indra, and left.

As she walked towards the door step by step, the smile on Maganlei Brandt's face disappeared bit by bit.

She will carry out Anser's orders and requests meticulously.

Anser wanted to satisfy the little wishes of Xitana and Ming Fuluo, so Marina did her best to make Indrat fear Faust a little more, and then fear Faust a little more, so as to minimize the waste of resources.

——She lied at that time. Anser's eyes would not stay here, but Anser could send someone to monitor this place all the time.

And the reason for lying was very simple... It was just the lower city area of ​​​​Strife Castle, and the environmental problems in the lower city area. Why should a place like this be supervised by someone whom Anser trusted and was loyal to his duties?

Anser is facing so many things and problems now, and there are places where manpower is needed everywhere. Why waste resources on such completely meaningless things?

But since Anser had already decided, this waste was inevitable. He would not just let Marina go and leave it at that - if Xitana and Ming Fuluo wanted it, then he would respond to their vision with 100% perfection. This was Anser's character, and Marina knew it all too well.

So Marina used words, actions, intimidation, and threats to Indra to deepen Faust's influence in her heart, just to minimize the waste of Anther's resources...even though Anther didn't care at all.

“…It doesn’t matter.”

Marina walked out of Indra's bedroom and rubbed her cheeks hard. She shook off the anxiety and boredom in her heart, clenched her fists lightly, and encouraged herself.

"Fortress of Strife, the Howling Legion, the Revolutionary Army, Seer, and... Mr. Anser's thoughts."

Marina whispered to herself. She had already stepped onto the stage that Ansir had prepared for her. She also firmly believed that this was Ansir's test for her.

"Let's start with... the executioner."

"As long as it ends perfectly, Mr. Anser... will definitely look at me differently."

Until then...

By then, Mr. Anser will probably listen to my advice just as he satisfied the expectations of Xier and Miss Ming Fuluo.

Although she longed for the position where she could stand shoulder to shoulder with Anser, she did not expect that she could be treated like Xitana and Ming Fuluo so soon. No matter how difficult it was or how much time it would take, Marina was willing to take it step by step and move forward in the most down-to-earth way.

She has only one goal at this stage. As long as Ansel can adopt more of her opinions and refer to her choices, as long as she is no longer like a toddler who is just gently guided by Ansel, but can provide him with support... This will be a great happiness for Marina.

The girl raised her head, squinted her eyes and looked at the scorching sun, sweet fantasies rising in her heart.

The light and warmth that poured down from on high filled her with determination.

Chapter 33: The Man in the Shadow

In the bar on the second floor of the Executioner, a group of idle adventurers were watching the live broadcast of the second round of the selection competition.

"Why are there three level 4 contestants this time?" the drunk adventurer complained, "Is the Howling Legion that good?"

"Baye Pop is one of the best warriors in the Western Country after all. It's not surprising that someone wants to follow him... But if a fourth-level warrior wants to join the Howling Legion, this method is indeed unnecessary."

"The trials have been held for so many years, and you still don't understand what's going on here? I can tell at a glance that it must have been arranged by Mibaita or Grand Duke Qingjin to stir up the market!"

"Well said, who did you bet on?"

"Haha! I'll bet directly on three level 4 triples!"

"You call it gambling to bet on three things? If you want to bet, bet big! Did you see this handicap? Merle Clark, a third-order transcendent, has a 6,900-fold odds of winning the championship! Trust me! If you place this bet, you'll have a lifetime of luck!"

"You're out of your mind!"

The noise in the bar was one after another, and almost everyone was discussing the selection competition that was in full swing. In the most secluded corner of the bar, the Vice President of the Executioner stationed in the Strife Castle was shaking his glass and looking at the backbone members under his command.

"so……"

He stroked his chin. "Our Lord Faust not only sent his mortal followers to the evil wolf Fenrir, but also thoughtfully launched an air purification project for the lower city?"

"He did rent the largest alchemy workshop in Strife Castle."

Someone shrugged and said, "So Faust is also proficient in alchemy? I didn't know that."

"Before this, who knew that Faust was such a kind-hearted man?"

"A nice guy wouldn't cut someone into pieces without blinking an eye."

Many of those present witnessed the flashing dark edge with their own eyes that day, and they still shudder when they think about it.

I can cut you into pieces in the blink of an eye and chop you into minced meat in an instant. It all depends on whether the devil is willing.

"So...what should we do next?" someone asked.

"You ask me? Didn't the vice president call us here to discuss this?"

Bayepop's woman would chop people when she said so, and Grand Duke Qingjin would scold them when he said so. Although there is no indication that Lord Faust is a moody psychopath who kills innocent people indiscriminately, everyone is worried that they will be the next one to be chopped into a bloody mess - especially when the executioner often deals with Faust.

After a brief silence, the vice president slowly said, "First, let's make one thing clear."

He held up two fingers and said very calmly: "At present, we have two choices."

"First, don't provoke Faust - I mean in every sense of the word, not just don't provoke him. For example, since he often comes to us to accept commissions, there will definitely be people who come to us to inquire about information. Such people must be ignored. Do you understand me?"

"Ah, this..."

Someone looked embarrassed and said, "You won't sell even the innocuous little intelligence? Someone contacted me the day before yesterday and said the offer was a bit too much, Vice President. If I sell him a little bit, he won't know about it, right?"

The vice president was not annoyed, but nodded slightly and said: "I know that most of you will not be able to help it and will always have a lucky mentality, so I have a second plan."

When they heard that they could still sell information, the eyes of the key adventurers present lit up. It was obvious that they had long been coveting the price offered by the mysterious people who were trying to get information about Faust.

"Let's just run away."

The man put his hands on the table piled with large wine glasses and spoke very seriously.

"..."

Under the dull gaze of the guild members, the vice president said calmly, "Baye Pop may not want this base anymore, so why should we still guard this branch? Take advantage of this opportunity to make a final profit and run away. As for those guys who are looking for information about Faust... they are definitely not ordinary people. All of you should pretend that you dare not mess with him, and then raise the price to the extreme. After selling the information, we will run away immediately."

The vice president, who was well versed in the Adventurer's Code, slowly crossed his arms and said firmly, "The information we sell is nothing at all. Apart from the fact that Faust has a mortal follower and that he likes to accept commissions from civilians, there is nothing to say... This kind of information is harmless, and maybe he himself doesn't care."

"And if he does care, then running away will come in handy - His Excellency Legend wouldn't have to chase us thousands of miles for something like this, right?"

Everyone was silent for a long time, then stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

"Great! That's a great idea! Vice President, you're a genius!"

Faust didn't care if his identity was exposed or not, and he would give his name wherever he went. It was impossible for him to care about someone selling his information. If they ran away after selling it, there was no reason for a fifth-level extraordinary person, the mysterious legend, to chase them. Faust probably didn't even remember who they were.

Looking at the enthusiastic feedback from the backbone members, Vice President Swordfish nodded with satisfaction - because in fact, someone had approached him a few days ago to buy information about Faust, and the reward was indeed a little bit... generous.

But as a qualified vice president, he cannot make this kind of money secretly. He must help everyone get rich together.

But looking at the surprise and enthusiasm on his companions' faces, mixed with a bit of... relief, the vice president's expression gradually became strange.

"you……"

Swordfish slowly stood up and asked suspiciously, "You guys haven't sold Faust's information in advance, have you?"

"..."

All the compliments disappeared in an instant.

The adventurers looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt, "You did this too?"

The vice president's anger bar instantly reached its maximum, but when his anger at everyone secretly going to the idiot to get money without taking him with them reached its peak, another thought emerged in the man's mind.

How come so many people...are looking for information about Faust from the Executioner at the same time?

There are many fools and rich people, but fat pigs that are both rich and stupid cannot be slaughtered everywhere. Where do so many forces come from to question the executioner thoroughly?

Just as the vice president's anger gradually turned into suspicion, amid the noisy shouting, the sound of light footsteps came closer and closer.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Swordfish."

The gentle voice should have been drowned out by the eardrum-damaging cheers, shouts, and all kinds of strange howls, but it was easily caught by the swordfish and made him shiver for a moment.

This sound, this sound!

He turned his head suddenly and saw the mortal girl whom he had not seen for a long time but who had left a deep impression on him.

Maganlei Brandt... The scene where she, as Faust's servant, dared to show her tough and cold look to him is still vivid in his mind.

The bad mood in Swordfish's heart gradually climbed to its peak.

"Isn't this... Miss Brandt?"