The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"……I see."

Ming Fuluo's even colder voice came from the other end: "You are proud, proud that Anser is helping you and indulging you, so you think you are right, right?"

"I don't care about objective justice, Miss Mingfu Luo." Marina always spoke in a gentle and quiet tone, "I only care about Mr. Anser."

After a brief silence, there was a sudden sigh.

"I don't know whether it's his problem or yours... Marina, have you ever thought that you actually have more choices?"

"choose?"

"Although I don't know what you are doing, at least with the help of Anser, you can always have more and better things. Even if we can't completely erase the negative impact, we can at least avoid most of the bad choices."

This is not something that Miss Ming Fuluo, who can weigh the lives of two leaders on the scales, would say.

She is also changing... but the span shouldn't be so great. She isn't as shockingly morally demanding as Xier, so what's the point of her saying this?

For... Mr. Anser?

"You are working for Anser, you think so, right?"

"Yes, Miss Mingfulou."

"Then you won't refuse Anser from becoming better no matter what, right?"

"...You are right."

Marina had vaguely sensed Ming Furo's intention.

Better...more choices? Does Miss Ming Fuluo mean to make Anser more...kind?

Considering that Ansel has been fond of doing commissions for civilians recently, Marina was not surprised why Ming Furo suddenly had such an idea.

And Miss Ming Fuluo is indeed kind-hearted by nature, so it's not unreasonable for her to think so.

……and many more.

It wasn't until this moment that Marina reacted.

She was a little dazed and puzzled as she reviewed and considered her plans.

I……

Am I doing something evil?

Marina Lancemalos, from the moment the plan started until now, has never thought about this matter.

Pushing, planning, manipulating, dominating... these things have become as natural to her as breathing.

She even had a vague feeling that she wasn't deliberately not considering it.

I just simply... don't care.

Chapter 37: The Mask That Seems Real

"You suddenly show up to fight Sitana."

In the dimly lit room, Ming Fuluo, who was lying on the bed, leaned against Anser's chest and asked with her eyes closed, "Why?"

"Give Faust a reason to pay attention to Fenrir." Anser gently kneaded Ming Fuluo's delicate cheek, "Legendary adventurers are quite interested in newcomers with extraordinary talents... This is normal, isn't it?"

Anser had covered up Marina's whereabouts. Marina certainly couldn't hide herself when working under Sitana, and with Marina as the thread, Faust and Fenrir were linked together...

A mysterious and powerful top warrior, a meticulous mortal servant, and a stupid girl with an abnormally strong sense of violence and justice.

This combination really gave people a rather subtle sense of déjà vu. So Anser really needed to give Marina a reason to appear next to Sitana.

It’s a bit far-fetched, but not too far-fetched—as long as Fenrir can demonstrate a power that matches Faust’s “expectations,” it won’t be far-fetched.

"That's it?"

Ming Furo slowly buried her head in Ansel's neck, breathing in his breath gently, and said softly.

Anser tilted his head slightly and rested his chin on Ming Fuluo's head: "So what else does Luo think?"

“Don’t answer a question with a question!”

Ming Fuluo nudged Ansher lightly, and then fell silent again.

"...Forget it, it's nothing."

Ming Fuluo, who always speaks her mind, chose to avoid the question at this moment. She rubbed Anser's neck, closed her eyes and murmured, "Go to sleep, and continue to accompany me in the workshop tomorrow."

Ansher smiled and stroked Ming Fuluo's soft hair, then hugged her and fell asleep.

The lights were off and the night was silent. Ming Fuluo, who had already separated from her normal life form, did not actually need sleep, but at this moment she was sleeping soundly and deeply - this was the case every night when she slept in Ansel's arms.

But tonight, those who still retained the ability to sleep opened their eyes in the darkness.

He gently let go of Ming Fuluo and stroked her soft and silky face. Then he got out of bed and walked to the window. His figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only the curtains swaying slightly.

The streets in the deep night were not pitch black. Even in the middle of the night, the lights and colors on both sides of the road were still flashing, which made people fall into hallucinations... After all, the secretary did not have the ability of Mibaita. After the death of the real Mibaita, due to the influx of a large number of adventurers, the order in the upper city of Strife Castle was gradually collapsing.

If the upper city is like this, the lower city will naturally be even worse.

A man who had taken too much illegal drugs and was staggering on the street, unconscious; multiple bodies entangled in a dark alley; passers-by walking in a hurry with the smell of blood on their bodies; a crow flying low with dark and strange eyes...

The most important thing is that the crow landed on Anser's shoulder.

"My lord."

A deep and hoarse voice sounded in Anser's mind: "Grand Duke of Dragon Language has received the news that you will have a conflict with Miss Xitana."

"It's quite fast." Anser smiled and walked aimlessly on the street.

The crow pecked at its shiny wings and continued, "He seems to be planning to lure a giant dragon to Strife Castle."

"Oh?"

This information surprised Anser a little. He glanced at the crow on his shoulder and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"He really dares?"

"You left a big shadow on him three years ago."

Anser dodged a woman who was stumbling towards him with a silly smile on her face and disheveled clothes, and replied, "But if it's just this news, you don't have to come in person, Crow."

The crow's name is Crow. Although it is the controller of Shadow Swamp, it did not give itself a name that sounds quite elegant and noble like Rhine.

"Bone Snake has repeatedly advised me to deal with your secretary as soon as possible."

Crow's outspokenness is something that most of Anther's followers cannot do. Rhine, the delicate and cautious cat, would never say the word "deal with" to Marina in front of Anther.

Anser couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Do you think she is a threat to Shadow Marsh?"

"I'd be glad if you could add a helping hand."

The crow responded calmly, and at the same time, a scream suddenly came from behind Anser.

Behind him was a drunk middle-aged man who happily hugged the woman who had just bumped into him and tried to hug Ansel. However, the unconscious woman bit his neck and blood splattered.

The reason? The woman's crazy and confused eyes - either because she took too much drugs or her eyes were damaged - were the best reason.

"But according to the mental evaluation submitted by Bone Snake." Crow gently shook its wings, "Your secretary is currently unable to take on such a heavy responsibility."

"Well...Marina probably wouldn't approve of this assessment."

Crow glanced at Anser and said very honestly: "You don't seem to agree with it either."

The young Hydra could not help but burst into laughter, and his laughter was mixed with the sound of bones breaking, like the sound of a wild beast chewing flesh not far away.

Anser tilted his head slightly and looked at Crow: "Am I partial to her?"

"From the current situation, yes." Crow nodded, "You have given her too much preferential treatment and help."

"The main thing is that we can't find a reason why you would give her such preferential treatment and help."

Marina Lancemalos, does she have any extremely special abilities that make Anser look at her so differently?

From the crow's perspective, the answer is no.

It's not that she has no talent, but her talent cannot compare with Anser's favor.

What kind of talent should be worthy of Anser's effort and dedication?

There is no doubt that only someone with the all-encompassing military talent like Xitana and Ming Furo's creative talent that transcends the times are worthy of Anser doing this.

But Marina doesn't have that. Not only does she not have those abilities, she's also... not special enough.

If Anser wanted, Crow could find no less than twenty people with similar conditions, qualifications, and talents to Marina across the empire within a week.

Twenty people out of the entire empire's population... is undoubtedly a remarkable number.

But in the eyes of Crow and everyone in Shadow Marsh, no matter they are just a few dozen people among millions, a few dozen people among tens of millions, or a few dozen people among hundreds of millions... they are not worth it, and are not worthy of Anther personally paving the way for them.

The only person who has that value is someone like Xitana or Marina, absolutely unique.

Facing his extremely serious subordinates, Anser laughed and shook his head, "Don't you think about it? You didn't expect Marina to be valuable?"

"It is precisely because we can't think of it that I decided to ask you in person."

The crow replied: "You don't have to answer our questions, but I still sincerely hope that you can give us an answer."

When Marina was interviewed by Shadownuma and Garden, the interviewer from Garden told her that "people from Shadownuma are like that."

Yingzhao, who is not in the normal administrative system, does not even behave like a normal follower in his style, because there should be no follower who would say "I beg you to give us an answer" to the person he follows in a tone without any emotion fluctuations.

But Anther still entrusted them with important tasks, or rather... it was precisely because of this style that Anther entrusted them with important tasks, making Shadow Marsh and the Garden almost equal.

Anser stopped and looked up. In the lower city, looking up like that couldn't even give him a bird's-eye view of the sky. He could only see the criss-crossing networks that blocked his vision, blocked the sky, and blocked the aisles of life for those who lived there.

"I'm not actually favoring her, Crow."

"……what?"

"I don't have any selfish motives towards Marina."

Ansher smiled and turned to look at the street not far away. That was the street where he and Hitana had fought during the day.

Crow was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "But you don't act like it."

"I know it doesn't look like it. Even Luo doesn't really believe me."

The young Hydra shook his head and said, "But that is the truth, because it is not me who is biased towards her and is cleaning up the mess for her, Raven."

He looked at his capable subordinate and sighed in a complicated and incomprehensible tone:

"She is always one step ahead of me... doing things that I might want to do but haven't done yet."

This is a very, very high evaluation, but Crow captured the most crucial part.

"Maybe you want to do it?" it asked.

"Yes."

There seemed to be a reason for that sigh.

"It's just that I might want to do it."

Chapter 38: The Ability to Really Exist

In the spacious backyard, bursts of low thunder were heard.

But of course this couldn't be real thunder falling in the lower city, but rather the sonic boom created when Athena swung her fist.

There was clearly no opponent in front of him, and no damage was caused, and it seemed that not even a gust of air was created. The delicate and tender fist looked harmless, but the low, muffled sound echoing in the courtyard was indeed so real.

"call……"

Shitana wiped the sweat off her face and slowly exhaled a hot breath. She was using the new method she had figured out during this period to temper her body - to condense and compress the enormous force of the top power into her body instead of pouring it out. She used a suicidal method to let this force run rampant in her body to temper herself.

As for how she came up with this method, how she implemented it, and how it seems to be effective... I can only say that for the sake of your own safety, it's best not to learn it.

"I can fight Anser...I can fight Anser!"

The girl, who had calmed down a little, immediately jumped up and down excitedly on the spot when she thought of this, laughing and waving her limbs in excitement.

She stretched her body and opened her back, and the visible red-black airflow transformed into a hideous and terrifying werewolf shadow, forming behind her.

Hitana folded her arms across her chest and closed her eyes, while the demonic shadow behind her kept twisting and changing, sometimes suddenly shrinking into strange shapes, and sometimes suddenly being swallowed up by the darkness and turning into an even larger snake shadow.

The girl's breathing became increasingly heavy, as if she was trying hard to control this power. The constantly twisting demonic shadow gradually returned to its ferocious werewolf appearance, and seemed to have expanded an imperceptible amount.

A few minutes later, Xitana slumped her shoulders in frustration and muttered: