The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"..."

Xitana stared at Marina blankly, thought hard for a while, and answered carefully:

"Both...are important?"

Marina knew that she couldn't reason with Sitana, so she started to give her examples, still speaking with great patience.

"All civilians in the Lower City united... This kind of thing, this kind of address, has an invisible force that makes them feel at ease."

"I know what you're worried about, Miss Fenrir. You're worried that after losing the executioner's assistance, those gangsters, those evil forces hiding in the corners that you may not be able to detect, will make a comeback, right?"

Xitana nodded vigorously: "I can't stay here all the time and patrol 24 hours a day."

"But the civilians of the Lower City have gained experience, Miss Fenrir."

Marina held Sitana's hand, put her five fingers together, and slowly clenched them into a fist.

"They will learn, half-heartedly, that it is useful to band together - if not to delegate execution to the executioner, then to band together to fight the bad guys themselves."

...Just like in the Red Frost Territory, those ignorant civilians "united" to fight against Mr. Anser.

Marina stared at her sister, a cold light flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Xitana couldn't see it. She just thought Marina's words made a lot of sense. She said with sparkling eyes, "It's possible!"

Of course we can’t wait for them to unite spontaneously…that’s impossible.

The entrusted matters are just burying a pile of firewood in their hearts, and to ignite it, they need a fuse, a burning fuse.

Throw in an innocent victim who is bullied by the evil forces in the lower city, the more miserable his end is, the better, and use this misery to incite the crowd to riot in resistance. Using this as a lead, repeatedly emphasize the "joint commission" in both explicit and implicit ways, stirring up the heat deep in their hearts and igniting the pile of firewood.

The success rate isn't high, but it's worth a try.

Marina would never tell Sitana these words.

Because from the very first sentence - throwing out an innocent victim, Xitana would immediately reject this plan.

She only thinks about saving everyone who can be saved, and will never stand by and watch someone suffer in front of her without doing anything.

But it is impossible for her to really save everyone.

Marina looked at her sister who was smiling brightly and said softly, "I will arrange the details. Don't worry, Miss Fenrir."

"Hehehe...I know! Lina is the most reliable!"

Shitana joyfully hugged her sister tightly in a bear hug, rubbing against her happily, imagining the bright future of the downtown area.

Marina gently stroked the girl's hair. In her opinion, the scene she described was just an experiment with a reasonable success rate and was worth a try.

She wanted to see if these people in the downtown area could be saved.

Cut off the assistance from the extraordinary people, and in this way, help them to piece together the dignity of being a human being from their annihilated self and collapsed values, instead of hoping for the grace of the extraordinary people.

Marina vaguely felt that... this was the path that Ansher wanted to open up.

The sickness of this world does not simply come from the one-way domination of mortals by supernatural beings, but rather a two-way distortion.

Before we can prevent mortals from becoming playthings of the extraordinary, we must first let them...have the awareness of self-reliance.

Even if it is impossible to achieve equality with extraordinary people from an objective point of view, and even if being inferior is an absolute foregone conclusion, there is still a certain awareness of resistance and anger in one's heart.

Just like the social system constructed by the empire... the extremely emphasized social class dilutes the difference between the extraordinary and the ordinary. The hatred of the common people towards the corruption and incompetence of the lords and bureaucrats is real and comes from the heart. But in the West, among the ordinary people waiting for the gift, how many of them hate the extraordinary from the bottom of their hearts?

This is an extremely difficult and clueless road, but Marina has already made up her mind that she will accompany Ansel to the end.

Here, the Castle of Strife, the lower city, is her testing ground. She will find the right direction step by step and lay the most solid foundation for Anser's future.

Also...

After Sitana left, Marina sat down and opened the locked cabinet, which contained her notebook.

The girl accurately opened a page of her notebook and began to read again.

The Executioner, the Death Knell, Faust...

This information was all extremely precious and highly confidential information that she requested Rhine to send her.

Marina firmly believed that there must be some hidden reason why Ansher stayed in the Castle of Strife. She conducted an in-depth investigation on all the forces here, and through the information provided by Rhine, she finally locked on the Executioner's Guild.

If we want to change all this, we must change both the civilians and the extraordinary people.

But Marina knew very well that her current ability could only make slight changes to civilians. As for how to change the extraordinary people...naturally, it could only be done by Ansher.

Through her understanding of the Executioner and the Deathstroke, and the advantage that Ansel gave her - the ability to use the image of Faust at will, Marina quickly came up with a possibility: Ansel did not want Faust to become a certain established image, or in other words... he wanted to take this right completely into his own hands.

Therefore, even in the absence of some key information, Marina further deduced Ansel's idea: to achieve perfect control over the image of Faust by manipulating the death knell.

So she set up an extremely simple plan, threatening Swordfish, the vice president, and forcing him to stop accepting commissions from civilians, thus to a certain extent preventing civilians from relying on extraordinary people.

At the same time, she also expected that Swordfish would tell this to Deathstroke, and Deathstroke would not miss such an opportunity to test Faust, and the fish took the bait.

Although she didn't know what Ansel could do to control the Deathstroke, Marina didn't have any doubt in Ansel's ability. She was 100% sure that this was not a problem for Ansel at all, and she was even more sure that what she did was within Ansel's expectations.

And what follows... is that Ansher will slowly exert Faust's influence in the realm of the extraordinary; while he himself will control the civilians in the lower city, practice bit by bit, and explore ways to correct this distorted world.

This will not only allow me to accumulate experience, but also help Xitana get out of this quagmire and continue her journey, while also laying the foundation for future changes...

As expected, Mr. Anser!

In this case, Mr. Anser has been doing those civilian commissions. Is this also a hint? Is he suggesting to me that civilians should not rely too much on extraordinary people?

Marina held her notebook, imagining with great longing the greatness of the person she was following.

But the girl didn't know that this time, Ansel, who was standing at the fork in the road... didn't think of going in her direction.

It's like a shadow that is completely different from the direction of the person under the scorching light.

Chapter 6: Intersecting Roads (K)

Within just a few days, the information about the Death Knell spread among the top powerful circles in the Western Country.

The ridiculously high price and the refusal to buy out the intelligence added more authenticity to this already very "rigorous" intelligence.

The Strife Castle, which had been a hodgepodge of people due to the trials, had now become even more lively.

However, a legendary adventurer at the center of the vortex did not seem to care about the brewing storm.

"Isn't your current thinking very good? Why are you still hesitating?"

Anser, who was sitting on the workbench, crossed his arms and said, "Have you become so unconfident?"

"It's not that I don't have confidence, it's that..."

Ming Fuluo hesitated for a moment, then put down the tools in her hands and whispered, "It's the follow-up processing, Anser."

"Now that I think about it, what Marina said does make sense. Using your name to forcibly protect the stable operation of the purifier in the downtown area... This is not good."

"In the final analysis, isn't this still relying on your 'power' as a superhuman?"

She looked up at Anser, her eyes somewhat confused.

Using Faust's reputation, the rulers of Strife Castle are forced to ensure the operation of the purifier... In essence, isn't this directly using Faust's power to change the living environment of civilians in the lower city?

The existence of this purifier seems to be meaningless at this stage - canceling this thing and directly asking Mibai Tower to treat the lower city well, isn't it the same? It may even be more direct and have a better effect.

It's just that Ming Fuluo wouldn't do that, this style is Xitana's. But Ming Fuluo has been exploring step by step in the past few days and it is difficult to define the difference between the two.

Her confused thoughts made it difficult for her to carry out her next work. It was obvious that developing those little things would be a piece of cake for Ming Furo with Ansher's help, but she still stood still.

After a long time, Ming Fuluo sighed, gave up her current work, put her hand on the back of Anser's hand, still looking up at him:

"Ansel, what are you thinking? I know that even if you say you don't have any big plans, you must have planned to start changing something. Otherwise, you wouldn't put Marina next to Xitana."

Ming Fuluo, who has always known Ansel very well and is also working hard to improve herself, is eager for answers and to take one step closer to the future they both hope for.

Facing Ming Furo's expectant gaze, Ansher pondered for a moment, then smiled and touched her head.

"Some things... can't be explained clearly. Luo, if you really want me to tell you everything, I don't mind, but do you really want me to do this?"

If it's just about reason, it can be said anywhere. There is no need for Ansher to bring Ming Furo out. In fact... she can play a more crucial role if she stays in Hydra Territory.

Anser's expectations for Xitana and Ming Furo are different, because after exchanging hearts, he, who is about to break the magic barrier, fully hopes that the two girls can walk their own paths, just like his expectations for Ming Furo - he hopes she can live for herself.

Xitana is not suitable for thinking about these things, but Ming Furo, as the main force driving change in the future, has a lot to consider.

Interests, balance, planning, morality... There are many things that Ansel cannot explain to Ming Furo - because his path is not Ming Furo's path.

"……I see."

Ming Fuluo nodded slightly and did not raise any objection to Ansher's words.

Then, she looked down at the unfinished equipment on the workbench, took Ansel's hand, and her body was wrapped in gray particles. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a tall, sexy, mature lady.

The woman pushed her glasses up on her nose and said, "In that case, please accompany me."

"Downtown?" Anser asked with a smile.

"Where else could it be?"

Ming Fuluo, who had regained her vitality, snorted lightly. This posture had lost the naivety of a young girl, but the coolness of a mature woman also made her more attractive.

"I wonder what they think of the purifiers, and..."

She looked back at Anser and said, "Besides, you will know when the time comes."

"Why are you still keeping it a secret?"

"I learned that from you, Mr. Monster."

Traveling back and forth between the upper and lower towns of Castle of Strife has become a habit for Anser and Ming Furo, but since Marina has restricted the executioners, Anser rarely goes to the lower town anymore.

"There are too many people watching you, Anser."

On the way to the lower city, Ming Fuluo, who had set up a concealment spell for the two of them, frowned slightly: "You are attracting more and more attention... What kind of information did that Deathstroke sell? Logically speaking, if you have the information, shouldn't you keep quiet?"

Ever since Deathstroke and Anther reached an agreement, no less than six waves of forces have come to spy on Anther, trying to find out more. Anther dealt with a peeper who was too bold, and the other peepers have calmed down a bit, not daring to keep an eye on him 24 hours a day.

"It seems that you made him underestimate your strength."

Ming Fuluo looked towards a rooftop and retracted her gaze: "Otherwise, those people would definitely not send such a... clumsy guy to monitor you."

Anser said calmly, "I like to keep people in suspense. You learned it from me."

"..." Ming Furo twisted Ansel's waist calmly, and the two walked down the huge mine where the lower city was located.

The junction of the lower town and the upper town is still a livable place, and can even be called prosperous, but the further down you go, the worse the environment and buildings become, visibly.

Under the shade of the criss-crossing walkways, the sunlight is getting less and less, and the vitality is visibly fading. Living in this gloomy atmosphere for a long time... it is difficult for people to have any positive thoughts.

Ming Fuluo suddenly felt that Xitana was not that annoying after all.

Even though she was a fool, her idea of ​​changing this place was definitely purer than anyone else's. She also knew how to listen to others and would ask others to do it if she knew she couldn't do it herself. She would do whatever Marina said... Isn't that great?

But Anser said that the stupid dog was not like this before. She always did whatever she thought of and caused a lot of trouble. It was not easy for Anser to train her to be like this. I don't know how much effort it took.

While thinking this, Ming Furo and Ansel had already arrived in front of the first purifier.

There were a lot of people gathered here, surrounding the purifier, and their expressions... that kind of weird and pious expression made Ansher narrow his eyes slightly.

But Ming Furo seemed to classify this expression as excitement and dependence. From her perspective, it was normal for these civilians to have such emotions towards the purifiers.

The scholar first checked the surroundings to make sure there were no observers around, but after thinking for a moment, she still did not remove the cloaking spell on Anser, but only removed her own.

She didn't want Ansher to act, speak, or think for her anymore... everything that happened next was something she should do herself.

Ming Fuluo gently pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, making her cold and beautiful appearance seem ordinary to others. Then she walked to a passerby, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Hello."

The passerby who was still making some gestures towards the purifier was stunned after hearing the sound, then turned to look at Ming Fuluo, a little puzzled, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"This thing." Ming Fuluo pointed to the purifier above, "What do you think... well, what do you think?"

As a novice conducting research for the first time, Miss Ming Fuluo seemed a little embarrassed and at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

She now really envied Ansel's ability to speak eloquently to anyone at any time and in any place, or to disguise himself as anything.

The man in front of him was obviously confused by the question. He looked at Ming Fuluo suspiciously, with a slightly alert look in his eyes. He felt very puzzled, but still answered: "Are you talking about the purifier?"

"...Yes." Ming Fuluo breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the answer, "What do you think of it?"

"Of course it's a good thing!"

When talking about this, passers-by were overjoyed: "Thanks to it, our environment has improved instantly! And it's really improved!"

He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, looking extremely intoxicated.