The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Stop talking nonsense and keep things simple."

Miss Ming Fuluo, whose face was pinched, had a cold expression: "Don't play those tricks on little girls here, Ansel. Do you think I will be like your puppy, blushing and heartbeating because of such words?"

"Ok."

Anser let go of her hand and bowed his head slightly with great apology: "I am too immature, dear queen."

"I--"

Ms. Ming Fuluo, who was no longer a little girl, got stuck as soon as she opened her mouth and couldn't finish the words after "I".

After a long while, she calmed down and seemed to have no idea how to continue talking. She could only find something else to change the subject. Then the slightly nervous Ming Fuluo suddenly stared at the chessboard and squinted slightly:

"There won't be a second queen on that chessboard, will there?"

"about this……"

"Don't hesitate!"

"Well... that should be the case-"

"You'd better die."

*

At the entrance of the tavern where dim lights flickered, Marina closed her notebook and turned her eyes away from the wooden door from which the miserable humming came.

Behind her, Indra followed with his arms folded across his chest, looking terrible.

"You have no reason to order me around like this, Maganlei."

I don't know how many times this has happened. Indra suppressed his anger and repeated again: "You want a bodyguard? Okay, I'll find one for you. But it shouldn't be me—"

"Are you confident in your subordinates?" Marina turned her head and glanced at Indra. "They ignored my plan that day."

"I've destroyed them all, and you're still not satisfied?"

"I don't have any extra emotions. I only care about the result, and the result is... I was in a dangerous situation and my plan almost failed. That's it."

Marina didn't even look at Indra, as if the woman behind her was not a fourth-level transcendent who could destroy a city when she went berserk, but a stupid forty-year-old servant.

"Punishing them won't change the outcome, so I don't care what punishment you give me."

Walking past the last window of the bar, Marina glanced at the overlapping figures in the bar and lowered her eyes slightly: "I only care about whether you can provide foolproof help next time."

Veins popped up on Indra's forehead. She clenched her fists and spoke word by word: "I obey Faust, not you! You mortal... don't take yourself too seriously!"

Marina paused, with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Shame...Ms. Indra, are you actually feeling ashamed because of me? I am a little flattered."

"I said, I'm not—"

"So what?" Marina interrupted Indra, "Do you think Mr. Faust really needs you?"

"I……"

"Make no mistake, Lady Indra."

The slender girl slowly turned her head and stared at the monster that could kill her with just a flick of its finger, with no expression on her face.

"You are valuable now because you are valuable to me. It is your choice who you submit to, but the fact is... if I find you useless to me, then you are useless to Mr. Faust."

"The truth has nothing to do with choice."

As she said this, she looked back at the tavern she had just been to. This was the tavern where she had placed the two slaves.

Judging from the distressed voice coming from the crack in the door just now and the overlapping figures, the two slaves were not having a good time.

But Marina never expected them to have any idea that "this is at least better than being a slave", and she never cared about the rigid requirement left by Sitana for her that every slave must live a good life.

The truth…is not about choice.

The girl whispered these words in her heart again, and then continued to walk forward.

The downtown area is very dangerous at night, very dangerous, so Marina needs a bodyguard. She can't let Sitana know that she is going out in the middle of the night, so this bodyguard cannot be someone around her.

So she went to Indra, not to ask Indra to arrange adventurers, but to ask her to be her bodyguard.

It is so luxurious that it is unbelievable, and it is equally incredible that it can be realized.

"Ms. Indrata."

Marina twitched her nose and smelled a scent of blood, so she stopped and said, "What happened to the group of people handed over to you?"

"We have done as you requested." Indra replied rather annoyedly, "It will be put in the lower city tomorrow."

Marina nodded slightly: "Thank you for your cooperation... Now can you please solve the source of the bloody smell? If there is a living person, please leave him alone."

Indra's temples were throbbing. She took a deep breath and walked into the alley not far away with an expressionless face.

A few seconds later, she dragged out a tall and thin man with blood on his upper body as if he was dragging a dead dog, and threw him in front of Marina.

Marina squatted down, stared at the dangerous-looking man, and said softly:

"Sir, it's late at night, why don't you go home and rest?"

As she said this, she opened her notebook and prepared to start recording something.

Without waiting for the man to answer, she continued:

"There were no symptoms of blood loss, so the blood on his body was from other people. There were obvious scratches and bruises on his face and hands, and he had just finished a fierce fight."

Marina's eyes slowly moved to the dagger on the man's waist: "Or is it a murder and robbery?"

Under the man's confused and frightened gaze, Marina slowly said:

"Why don't you go to work, sir?"

"Miss Fenrir has provided a lot of new jobs. Why don't you do legitimate work instead of robbing and killing people?"

Those jobs, of course, had nothing to do with Sitana; they were created entirely by Marina on her own in the lower city. These jobs had a long career life and allowed many lower city civilians to have food to eat.

Asking a murderer a question like "Why don't you go to work?" is obviously absurd and ridiculous, but Ming Fuluo is serious because she is also asking herself.

Are you doing enough? Can you do better? If you are doing your best, why are they still living in the dark life they once lived?

"You certainly don't enjoy killing people." Ming Fuluo whispered to the man, "It's just that this kind of looting is a very common thing in the Lower City, right?"

The answer is simple: because they are used to it.

Changing this group of civilians, to some extent, is the same as changing the extraordinary. The distortion of the extraordinary accumulates over time, and the pathology of the civilians is also the same. It's just that changing civilians is much easier than changing extraordinary people.

Marina stared at the man and wrote the word "time" on her notebook.

Time... time. What change needs most is time.

It will take time to wash away their humility, weakness, and insignificance, and it will take time to slowly build up a sufficiently strict inheritance so that their descendants can make mental progress and transformation from generation to generation, and no longer be slaves of the extraordinary people.

But how long would that take? Ten years? A hundred years? Even a thousand years? Add to that the evolution of the extraordinary, plus the countless conflicts that might arise over countless years... Is that possibility really possible?

How far into the future has Mr. Anser seen, and how does he want to move forward?

Time... time should be on Mr. Anser's side, but why do I always feel that Mr. Anser has an indescribable sense of urgency?

Even though Mr. Anser's mindset has changed, the sense of urgency has not completely disappeared. He doesn't look a hundred years into the future, or even ten years into the future.

He was aggressive and efficient, but no matter how hard he tried, Marina hardly ever felt any "relaxation" or "laziness" from Ansor.

——Perhaps in the eyes of others, Ansel has always lived a very easy and comfortable life, but Marina can perceive very clearly that Qiu had noticed the abnormality very early on. Ansel seemed to be restricted or even suppressed by something.

But no matter what, they must be Anser's enemies.

So, Mr. Anser’s trip to the West... was also intended to trap the unknown enemy?

It should be so, no, it must be so.

There is one more thing to pay attention to.

Chapter 7: Uncertain Future (K)

Apart from the two grand dukes in the North who have declared independence, the other eleven... or to be precise, ten grand dukes, have all quietly taken action.

After the fire, other princes and princesses who had left the imperial capital long ago inexplicably emerged one after another, all claiming to be the legitimate rulers, and claiming that they could temporarily manage the current chaotic empire for the great emperor before her return.

But in fact, there were only two candidates for regent who were actually considered by the other grand dukes, and they were the two most suitable ones personally identified by Ansel.

The situation in the empire developed just as Anser said. The raging war in the West was really slowed down a lot because of Diana's regency declaration.

Anser handed the brief to Ming Fuluo: "After seeing this, will you be happy that I have done a good thing?"

The scholar who was handling some strange equipment glanced at the briefing and said nonchalantly: "This is obviously just a by-product of your plan. You didn't use this as your starting point..."

"That's not what you said last night. You were licking my throat and speaking softly--"

"Shut up!"

Ansher laughed and tried to touch Ming Fuluo's red earlobe, but the latter, whose face turned even redder, slapped his hand away.

The young Hydra knew when to stop. He re-read the briefing that Crow had sent him personally, taking in the most important words.

Odumbra... one of the eleven commanders of the Revolutionary Army, and the only one active in the West.

Three days ago, Xuechen and Tianrang simultaneously announced the cessation of the war between the regular armies. While both parties were drawing up an agreement, Odumbra raided the blood bank that Grand Duke Xuechen treasured and successfully abducted hundreds of victims. Before Grand Duke Tianrang could be happy for long, the commander of the revolutionary army immediately went deep into the rear of Grand Duke Tianrang's territory and blew up his largest alchemical weapons depot.

The most decisive thing about this commander was that, in order to prevent Xuechen and Tianrang from thinking that they were going to harm each other after signing the armistice agreement, she left her identity, purpose, and even her whereabouts behind. In this way, she temporarily tied together the two grand dukes, who had only reluctantly reached a ceasefire.

Now, in the place where the two archdukes are fighting, countless refugees are seizing this extremely precious opportunity of a ceasefire and fleeing frantically in all directions.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely distorted world, but no matter how distorted the world is, there will always be people who are upright enough not to be distorted.

The composition of the revolutionary army is very complex, but in terms of general direction, their determination is unquestionable.

"Xi'er should have a lot in common with this commander."

The flames burning at Anser's fingertips burned the briefing to ashes. In his mind, he saw his wolf lady wreaking havoc behind the two grand dukes, laughing loudly, and bravely saving countless victims. A smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Perhaps he was simply happy because of the way Shitana looked, or perhaps he was relieved because there was more than one Shitana in the world. However, Ansor certainly did not know how to analyze the cause of his inner joy, so he did not realize the subtle changes in himself.

"The commander-in-chief of the revolutionary army?"

Ming Fuluo fiddled with the things on the workbench and said without looking up: "I don't think that's a good thing."

"Well, is that so?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly. "You have been hoping that I would become a better person these days, so why are you against the heroic behavior of the lady commander?"

"Do you think of me as your kind little puppy?"

Ming Fuluo rolled her eyes. Although this lively action was not elegant, it still made her look quite cute.

"The dispute over the regent that you provoked is enough to make the two archdukes temporarily cease fighting. There is no need for her to risk her life and provoke their anger in order to gain an opportunity for the so-called...'more people'."

Anser tilted his head: "Are you reminding me that there is no need to let your words affect my life safety... in critical decisions?"

"You said that yourself. It has nothing to do with me."

As always, she was stubborn and proved that Ming Fuluo really thought so.

Unlike Xitana's "absolute", with the help of Ansher, Mingfulo Zeg, who chooses to live for herself, is still looking for her own way.

She realized that it was unreasonable to blindly and self-righteously pursue cold values, so on the road of changing herself, she also hoped that Anser, who would do anything to fight against fate, could also change.

But this does not mean that Ming Fuluo gave up on sacrifice and inexplicably became a saint who wanted to save everything. There is still a scale called sacrifice in her heart, but she is no longer trapped in the devil like before.

Ming Fuluo can accept the existence of losses now, but the premise of acceptance is that such losses cannot be too serious. In the process of fighting against fate and changing means, if acting gently will cause Anser to suffer irreparable huge losses and irreparable huge mistakes, then Ming Fuluo would rather Anser act according to his own plan.

"...In the final analysis." Ming Fuluo muttered to herself in a very light voice, "I am also a selfish guy."

Ming Furo thought that, to some extent, she was not doing this for the suffering people in this world, but just hoped that Ansher could gradually get rid of the cold and dark past.

"A selfish guy wouldn't go to such lengths for others."

Anser picked up the small object that Ming Fuluo had placed on the workbench and examined it carefully: "Is it finished?"

"All that's left is the final practicality test." Ming Fuluo looked up at Anser and said, "Will you accompany me to the downtown area?"

"I don't think I have any other choice, Your Majesty."

"Don't call me that!"

"You were still——"

"Don't mention last night!"

Facts have proved that even though she is five years older than Ansel, it is difficult for Miss Ming Furo to show the spirit of an older sister, both in appearance and in character.

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The little thing Ming Furo made this time was also very simple. As long as you have an idea, it is not difficult to create it.